Psycho {H.S.}

Seven

We make our way to the room that has the same number as our key and Harry unlocks it. He pushes it open swiftly and immediately a horrible smell fills my senses. I bring a hand up to my nose and cover it, shaking my head.

"What's that smell?" I complain, my face displaying a scrunched up posture. Harry twirls the keys on his finger and walks in.

"Home sweet home... For now."

I walk in slowly and make sure to close and lock the door behind me. Would you look at that, I'm locking the door because I don't want a psycho to murder me when I'm literally on the run with one. How ironic. I might as well just leave the damned door unlocked because my safety isn't an asset any longer.

I see one nasty discolored bed with worn sheets atop, a bathroom with a shower, toilet, and a door that's non-existent. And lastly, I just feel this creepy aura around me. Gosh, I'd give anything to be home studying up for the finals, or mental disorders.

Harry walks into the bathroom and sets the key onto the counter. He reaches behind his body and pulls car keys from his back pocket, placing them beside the room key. Make a mental note!

"Chris. We are going to shower together." He says and I blush rapidly, folding my arms.

"I don't think I'm that dirty." I murmur and he frowns. I watch as he lets out a long sigh. I think he's almost done being angry until he slams a clenched fist down hard against the tile counter. The glass objects clank and the keys basically jump off of the counter.

"I can kill you Chris! I can walk to you right now and crack your neck and that would be the end," he stomps toward me and I backup, slamming into the wall. He harshly pounds his palms on either side of my head to the wall and leans down to make eye to eye contact with me. His breathing is heavy and his nostrils are flared, pupils dialated.

"You have to listen to me, or I will end you! And I promise that. I'm incapable of feelings." He says quite calmly into my face.

"Everyone feels, you're maybe just... lost." I say a little under my breath.

He slams his hands against the wall beside my head, causing me to flinch.

"Look at my arm." He says through gritted teeth. I keep my nervous eyes focused to the floor.

"Look at my arm!" He shouts into my personal bubble. Okay, back up homie.

As much as I would love to be defiant and look down at my feet, I value my life rather than my stubborn ways. I carefully look up at his forearm, seeing the still red and angry scars spelling out my name.

"I have no feelings." He says, his voice cracking slightly. That's when I know, he does have feelings because he is sad. I see that he has blocked off his emotions, maybe from PTSD, I'm not sure. I start to feel bad for the guy before I remind myself that he's a killer. I most likely won't make it to see the winter.

"Whatever, we will shower separately. I'll go first. If you leave-" he begins to say, but I know how this ends.

"I know, you'll kill me, I get it." This sudden burst of confidence shocks the both of us, and I'm afraid Harry might just punch my lights out. So I slide my back down the wall and slip out of Harry's reach, running to the bed and jumping in. I desperately try to cover myself with the blankets but they tangle too fast.

I watch as Harry just shakes his head annoyed before leaving into the bathroom.

Close call, nice one Chris! He doesn't seem to mind that I'm in the room and that the bathroom door doesn't have a door to its hinges and he starts pulling down his pants. I gasp and pull the gross blanket over my head.

Jeez, doesn't he know about privacy. I listen to the way the shower kicks in and the beads of water pound against the floor relentlessly. That is until a body blocks their path.

I doze off to the sound of the shower. I begin to daydream at first, but I end up falling slowly into a peaceful serenity. Sleep being my only escape from reality, and my reality is messy at the moment.

And it only gets worse when the sound of loud sirens blare outside of the building.

"Styles, we know you're in there!" An intercom blares and I shoot up from the bed. The water in the shower cuts out abruptly and I hear Harry shout,

"Shit!"

A/N:

Super short but I'll update a longer one later!!! I promise! Some action in the next chapter! YASSS

HIGHLIGHT THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS.

To answer a few, I've decided to finish this book ASAP. I always put books on hold and than never get around to finishing them so I delete them. This plot is so good and I couldn't let it just go to waste, so from now on, it is not on hold!!!!

YAY <3 can't wait to keep you in suspense