Lunatic- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

Who was that new guy and why was he so freaking hot? It had bugged Harry the whole night. Finally, someone he could take an interest in here. He was perfect. Harry could stare at him all day. He loved the way the guys breath hitched when he whispered to him. Harry liked having control. And this guy seemed like someone he could use as his entertainment here. 

He sat in his cell alone. He would wait for all the patients to go to the canteen for breakfast and then head to the showers. 

He had ways about this place. Ways no one dared to mess with, too scared to cross paths with him apparently. He found that pretty amusing. He would wait for everyone to get breakfast so he could hit the showers alone. At this time, the water ran fairly warm seems as no one was using it. The bathrooms were empty so he could shower in peace. And he quite liked to sing in the shower in all honesty. He wasn't really scary. He thought he was relatively normal and humble.

Once, he'd stolen a large bottle of shampoo from a store cupboard and hid it behind the locker in the bathrooms. Each day he would use a tiny squirt, its what kept him smelling fairly good. But if he ever got caught he'd get handcuffs back on him. He liked the risk though. 

He wondered why no one questioned why the 'most dangerous patient' was walking around the institution freely. Maybe people knew he wasn't insane, but would just never go against the wardens word. 

He took his usual shower and headed back to his cell. He pushed his hair into its usual style so it dried that way. The black uniform was his only clothing so he slid it on, its not like he had a choice. 

But he looked better than everyone else in there, so who cares. 

"Styles. Out here now." A guard called him. 

Sighing, he complied and walked to the door. There was no point kicking up a fuss. The better he behaved, the more chance he got in getting out earlier. 

Thats all he cared about. Before the incident, Harry had a good education. He was set to go to a great college and go on to study business. He got top grades in all his classes before he met Jason. If he could only turn back the time. Now he had pretty much his whole life in a criminally insane unit with freaks. 

The guard clipped his hands into the handcuffs and Harry knew he was heading to the wardens office. The guard knocked on the large brown door and as it opened, he shoved Harry inside. He was met by the wardens large brown eyes, staring him down. He knew the warden was scared of him. He didn't know why, but he knew. He hated Harry ever since Harry knew something weird was going on at the institute. He made Harry take electric shocks to jumble his thoughts and make him forget he ever saw anything. He just didn't know that Harry never really forgot. 

"Take a seat please Harry." 

Harry huffed at his fake kindness as he sat down on the wooden chair the other side of the desk.  

"What now?" 

"Its about your new investigative therapist." The warden tried to explain as Harry rolled his eyes at every sentence. "You will meet him tomorrow. He will be taking on your case for how ever long it takes. He will have the right to meet with you when ever he requires you, within reason. Whether this be therapy sessions, getting to know you, or serious business. He is here for your own good and just wants to help you and find out the real reason for the death of the victim. I expect you to treat him with respect and don't try anything stupid." 

Great, just another wanna be therapist who claims to be investigating Harry's case just so they got paid. Waste of time if you ask Harry. He wasn't explaining himself to someone who didn't want to take an interest in him personally.