Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 61 - Love Will Tear Us Apart

Omg please tell me someone gets the title.

Marley
TW- violence/ gore

You know all those times I've joked about me having to go to a mental hospital? Yeah, well I think I was on to something because after what I had pulled back in our living room, I'm starting to think I've finally lost my mind.

I think I've lost it years ago though, I just never really had the time to let that idea sink in, but who would?

I thought I was strong enough to handle all of the different obstacles life has thrown at me, and it's upsetting to me that I reacted the way I did today. I haven't hit rock bottom, but I feel as if I'm slowly getting there.

Slicing my forearm open with my knife was not one of my proudest moments. I hate letting my emotional guard down, just thinking about it makes me sick but I'm very glad that Harry is not one to push on things.

He let me cry in his arms, warm tears and blood creating a mess out of his clothes while he held me tight in his embrace. And once again, there was this close familiarity that I felt just by being in his arms.

There's a sense of familiarity inside of his eyes, and if I stare into them for too long it's like I'm being sucked up entirely into this feeling of past experiences and closeness.

It's as if when we are around each other every single raw emotion tends to spill out without our control and I can see it in Harry too, considering how quickly he had opened up to me with only a few weeks of knowing each other. That was back in Italy.

We need each other now, all of us do Rain, Liam, Niall, Zayn we are family. And Harry, he is stuck with me for life and I hope he knows that.

We had packed up our things and I'm not sure how long we were going to be staying at Harry's house. He nearly packed up our entire bedroom along with a few items that he keeps in the living room. As well as his dead fucking plant that he's neglected and never waters, but I kept my mouth shut and let him bring it along.

The drive was not that long at all but it was definitely outside of the city because we ended up pulling into a gated community. All of the homes were hidden in the hills, all being extremely far apart from each other which meant a ton of privacy and no neighbours.

Even though Harry kept trying to reassure me, I felt as if we were being watched. Followed and stalked to be exact. I would turn around in my seat feeling my heart suddenly begin to hammer, only for Harry to be correct.

Nobody was following us, and I'm starting to realize that my anxiety is slowly starting to turn itself into paranoia.

That's another little thing I adore about Harry. It's that everything around us can be completely obliterating into thin air and going to shit, but he remains composed and makes everyone around him feel safe. I guess that is sort of his job as a leader of course, but Harry as a person is the epitome of placid.

When we had finally arrived at the house it was everything along with more than what I expected. At this point, I was not surprised due to how much money Harry has and when I asked him if he could get any more filthy fucking rich, he simply said no.

Well, at least he is honest.