Psycho {H.S.}

Nine

Finally! The chapter you guys have waited so patiently for! Thank you my lovely loyal readers who deal with my lack of inspiration on a day to day basis. And the rest of you impatient readers... There's a delete book option. I'm feeling spicy today.

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I unlatch the window and pull it open. Honestly, if anyone dies, it should be Harry. So I start using the boxes as leverage and pull myself up first. I can't quite get fully out because I'm too short, but I feel two hands grab the back of my thighs and push me up. I pop out of the window and land in some grass.

Harry wastes no time in pulling himself up and out, having no problem due to his obscenely long legs. He closes the window back up and turns to me. Adrenaline is pumping through my whole body.

"What's next?" I ask and his head snaps around, analyzing our situation.

"We got to get to the car." He says and without rest, he darts towards the parking lot. I start running after him. I'm so out of shape that after just a few jogs my lungs feel like collapsing. I see the parking lot just in sight so I force myself to push through.

Just a little longer, and we make it finally. Harry runs to the drivers seat of the car and I run to the passenger side. He unlocks it and we jump into it in record time.

Harry puts the key into the ignition and pulls out of the lot, the car screeching against the gravel beneath it. He drives insanely fast onto the nearest road and just goes.

I look behind us and see multiple police cars with running sirens and bright lights, but all of them seem to be too preoccupied with finding Harry inside. What I'm wondering is how did they find him?

We manage to make it out of sight with no problem. I'm not sure how, but clearly these police weren't trained correctly.

I turn and look at Harry, staring at him for a moment before speaking up.

"Where are we going to go now?" I ask lightly, seeing as he still looks a little rough and pissed off. His fists lightly regain blood flow as he slowly unclenches the steering wheel.

"I know a couple of guys here, they have a place we can stay." He says very monotone. Maybe he thinks I rated him out. That's not the truth at all, and I hope he doesn't think that because it won't end well for me.

We drive for maybe 15 minutes and awkward silence fills every space in the car. He pulls into an apartment complex near downtown Nevada. It is pretty ghetto and I would personally not live here, but in this situation, I don't really get a choice.

He parks the car and unbuckles his seatbelt, not even saying one word and he hops out. I do the same and walk towards him as he advances to the buildings.

He looks like he knows exactly where he is going from my point of view. He walk right up to a room with a red door and opens it without knocking.

"Hey, dickhead!" He says aloud, trying not to be too loud. I hear some shuffling, but since I'm behind Harrys tall frame, I can't quite see around him.

"Aye, brother! How are you? What the hell are you doing out there, come in." This man has an Irish accent. Harry walks into the house and I walk in behind him.

I hear a small gasp beside me and I look at the man by the door. He has bleach blonde hair at the tips and dark brown roots. His eyes are a piercing blue and his skin is fair. He is quite attractive and I begin to wonder why I didn't move to Nevada.

"Well who is this piece?" The man asks. I feel a hand grip my shoulder and pull me back. My back hits Harrys hard chest and he wraps a possessive arm around my waste.

I try to push it off, but he doesn't budge.

"This is Chris." Harry says and smirks. The mans eyes look down at Harrys arm and his smile slowly falls.

"Harry, why have you done that to your arm?" He asks and I know he's referring to the still healing letters of my name carved into Harrys skin. I begin to relate with him on a spiritual level.

"You know it didn't hurt, Niall." He says, almost a little annoyed.

"Harry, you can't just go around cutting people's names into your skin. That isn't normal."

"I'm not fucking normal!" Harry yells into my ear and I whimper and slip out of his arm. He huffs and runs his fingers through his hair.

"I'm on your side." Niall says, attempting to comfort Harry.

"I'm not." I say and Niall and Harrys eyes look up at me at the same time. Niall looks confused, but Harry looks pissed.

"I don't know why you brought me here, or why you are bringing me with you. I did nothing. I was going to finish my life, without ratting you out, reading cute books and eating ice cream until my stomach imploded. I don't know why you are doing this, so I'm not on your side." I say boldly. I've always been bold. I feel as though people need to know how you feel, rather than keeping things to yourself and stewing over them.

Harrys eyes grow dark and Niall looks at him in shock. Harrys looks into Nialls eyes and Niall unexpectedly starts laughing his ass off.

"Where did you get this one?" He says between laughs. A smile cracks on Harrys face as well and soon enough, they're both laughing.

I stand with my arms crossed completely confused. I don't think any of this is really funny at all.

"You know what they always say, pick the nerds." Harry says and I gasp.

"I'm not a nerd!" I try to defend myself, but it's no use. Niall and Harry are laughing so hard that anything I say will just encourage it. What have I gotten myself into.