Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

12:Take This Chance and Leave.

Raelynn

I know it would be expected of me to hate Harry for what he's done last night but I don't. I had a dream that he tried to hurt me again that night and this morning I woke in the bath and luckily I didn't drown. I didn't fill the tub up all the way.

He hadn't come home and I was worried, I called him countless times and I have yet for him to answer.

I'm not on good terms with him but I don't hate him. But oh yes I want to hate him, I wish so badly that I could. I could lie and say I do but I can't.

I was laying in my bed, today was Saturday, I had to work today but I have no way of getting there and Harry isn't returning my calls so I'm pretty sure he isn't at work either.

I heard the door open and close, I got up slowly creeping to my room door and peaking my head out of it. I can't lie I am scared to see him, and I'm scared shitless of him. I listened to his footsteps get closer and closer. I quickly shut my door when I saw his shadow.

My door opened and my eyes widen at the way he looked. His eyes were puffy and red he smelled like whiskey and vodka, his hair was all over the place, and it look like he was hit by a bus.

"You look like shit." I blurted and quickly covered my mouth and ran to the other side of my bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Please don't hurt me."

He just stood there looking at me, his eyes showed sorrow and guilt. He sighed, "I'm so sorry.." His voice was rough and low. "I didn't mean to do this to you. I'm fucked up and I'm sorry I hurt you. I'll never do it again."

He turned his back to me, his hand on the knob, "I'll have a car ready to take you home." He muttered and was about to walk out of my room.

"I'm not leaving." I whispered, what are you doing?, my conscience yelled, "I'm staying here, I know that that wasn't you last night. I may not know you that well but I can tell you weren't the one hurting me yesterday."

"Yes, I am scared. You scared the hell out me. But I'm not leaving." I say.

"You don't want to know me, Raelynn. Why do you think I needed a new personal assistant? I hurt her too. She left. She fucking ran, so you should take this chance and leave too." He spat and walked out slamming the door behind him.