Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

13:Work.

Raelynn

Just like Harry wanted, I left, I'm back home with my mother. She's asked why I came back home but I just tell her that's it's because I missed her and I wasn't ready to be on my own.

I still go to work but not as his personal assistant. I work in my own little cubicle with my apple computer and countless paper clips, papers, and pens.

I've ran into Harry once since he moved me down here and sucks because there's not a lot of people down here. Maybe five or six others but they're mostly always upstairs doing whatever. It's pretty lonely here.

When I ran into Harry that one time he was pretty rude to me.

I was walking back to my cubicle after my break, my head was down because I get a lot of glares from the other girls. They don't like me since they found out about the little thing that barely happened between Harry and I.

I was about to step onto the elevator when I bumped into the person that was coming out.

"Watch where you're going, or you're gonna be fired. Got it?" I looked up at the voice, I got the coldest glare from Harry.

I can't lie and say my feelings weren't the slightest bit hurt, I felt myself about to cry.

"S-sorry.." I stuttered and turned around. I decided that I'd take the stairs since I'm just a floor down and I wouldn't be able to stand still after he just spoke to me like I was shit.

So now I'm in my cubicle drawing circles on my notepad. I was leaving in about twenty minutes and I couldn't wait. I hate being in this building. I want to quit but if it weren't for how much I get paid I would've.

So now I sit and wait. It seems to me that this is the slowest twenty minutes ever but then my alarm goes off and I shoot from my seat turning it off and grabbing my things and walking out the door.

I make my way to the bus stop and sit on the bench waiting for my bus.

I see a familiar car coming down the street, it comes closer into view and I notice that it's Harry's car. His window is down as he drives past his assistant sitting in the passenger seat, I look down when he looks over at my spot on the bench.

When he's gone I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. He's probably fucking with her too. She's gonna end up like me if she doesn't play her cards right.

But for now, I'll just work.