the serial killer [h.s]

4.

three weeks.

maybe i'm just being paranoid, maybe no one is here and i'm just trying to find excuses, maybe i wanted to save him so bad and i'm feeling guilty about his death. about my sister's one. is it all because of me? if i didn't send zayn to buy us donuts that day then maybe he will still be here. if i didn't had a fight with my sister that day, maybe she will still be here. i hate myself for this, i hate myself for all of this, and i'm alone. i have no one, i'm scared of everything. what will i do with my life huh? i'm just being a dickhead right now i come here every day and there is no one here, the girl didn't kill zayn i'm just so being so fucking obsessed -

"hi." a sweet delicate voice said. i looked up to the person who was talking to me, and there she was, a brunette girl with blue eyes a mix of the ocean and the sky i couldn't define the color. she was really pretty but then again the doubt fills my mind and i totally forgot to say hello.

"uh.. hi." i spoke with a husky voice that clicks slightly from a dry mouth, it's like i haven't talked for years. she smiled slightly as she took a sit next to me.

"how are you feeling?"

"good, and you?"

"alright, so uh i haven't introduced myself yet. i'm charlotte."

"nice to meet you charlotte. i'm harry."

"harry like harry potter?"

"harry like prince harry."

"funny one."

i smiled softly and then i thought about the serial killer. she doesn't look like a psycho bitch but appearances are deceptive.

"so tell me about yourself harry."

"there's nothing to tell about me like seriously uh.. i'm just here....chilling." usually i'm not nervous around a girl it was just an act so maybe if she was the killer, she would think that i'm naive.. yeah?

"well, let me chill with you." she pronounced with a seductive voice by putting her hand on my knee.

"you're welcome anytime." this was getting so awkward i was already tired of acting. i'm not even attracted to her even if she was really hot though.

"you know what harry" she starts to get closer and whispers to my ear "what you need is a good night to let your thoughts out of your mind."

"mmh i do think so." no i don't.

"come with me." she grabs my hand and point to a car parked in the parking. "let's get to my place."

"sure let's go."

my heart was beating faster and faster, i couldn't deny the fact that i was scared. if she was the killer then i would have to kill her and i was afraid of that because i'm not a murderer but she killed my best friend and my sister and oh my god my veins are filled with this adrenaline of anger and sadness that i can't contain i was mixed with rage and guilt and every fucking emotion, because maybe maybe i could've fucking save them but i couldn't and i'm lonely again. i'm lonely again i fucking hate it.

the whole ride she was asking me those fucking questions like what do i study if i have fucking family and what was my ambition and her hand was on my fucking knee and i wanted to remove it so bad but then again i couldn't.

"we're here." her voice interrupted my thoughts and when i looked from the window it was a big white appartement and she had no neighbours, my voice was literally shaking. be brave harry c'mon.

"uh.. you live alone?"

"yes." she responded firmly. "come here." she took my hand again and we walked in her place she took me by surprise and kissed me wildly. i pushed her slowly and looked her straight into her eyes.

"look i'm a little bit thirsty don't you have some limonade or something? we can get back to that after." i rubbed her cheek so she won't get any second thoughts, she nodded with her head and told me to sit on the couch. i waited minutes and minutes before she came back.

"here you go." she gave me a drink but i dropped it "accidentally".

"oh my god i'm so sorry ugh. oh my god i'm so so sorry."

"it's okay hold on i'll get you a towel." while she was gone i exchanged the drinks, drank a little so it wouldn't look like i exchanged them.

"i'm back.. here you go." she gave me a towel and i thanked her but i was so fucking nervous the moment she grabbed the drink, drops of sweat on my forehead i smiled to her so she won't get suspicious.

the moment she was going to drink it i looked in the ground and the next thing that happened was a gun pointed at my head, i turned in fear and she was smirking and the drink was on the floor.

"who do you fucking think i am?"