Psycho {H.S.}

Thirteen

Crazy.

You're crazy.

I clutch my head and start tugging at my hair. I try shaking my head but it doesn't help.

"I'm not crazy." I murmur and I see Niall glance at me concerned from the corner of my eye.

"Shit, Harry your nose is bleeding." He says and I bring my head up and reach above me to pull the visor down. Sure enough in my reflection, I see a red stream of blood making its way down my Cupid's bow.

I reach up to wipe it off, but it ends up just smearing it to the side.

"Ya nasty f*ck. Use a tissue. There is some in the glove compartment." Niall says and keeps his eyes on the road to avoid looking at the blood. He's always been quite squeamish.

"I didn't even feel that." I say and try to shake my head, but I end up just feeling a little dizzy. It's probably from all the stress I'm under right now. I've got the police hot on my tail, Ben walking the earth freely, and now Chris has to add the problems on. It's not doing any good for my health."

"It's not like you can feel anything, remember. Your weird disease thingy." Niall says and I roll my eyes.

"You are so uneducated. Of course I know about my disease thingy. Just drive us to Zayn's and get it over with." I growl and Niall lets out a huff.

"Jeez, big boy. You need to get your pecker spit on." He suggest and I can't help but laugh at the lad. He's always thinking about sex. He has this conspiracy that it can fix all of life's problems. But he wouldn't know, he is a virgin.

"You are right sick." I say and we both start laughing. I pop the glove compartment open and pull out some napkins. Then I clean up the blood on my face and make sure to attempt to stop the flow.

Crazy.

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My eyes feel heavy. But I force them open one at a time. The light from above me nearly blinds my eyes and I cough, bringing a hand up to shield them.

"Help." I choke out, but I have a gut feeling that no one wants to help me. Here I am again, kidnapped. By another person.

That's two in one week. I'm supposed to figure out about kidnappers and psychotic people, not be kidnapped.

I mean, I guess this is super immersive. And my parents always told me to immerse myself in my passion. But I never thought it would be this. It's pretty laughable actually.

So I do what I always do at the most inappropriate times. I stare at the blank wall with a fan and start laughing. It only picks up too. I'm not quite sure if I'm laughing at the irony of me professing in this and getting kidnapped, or the fact that I'm so afraid and only realizing it now so the laughing comforts me.

"What the hell do you think is so funny?" I hear the oh so familiar deep voice from beside me and I flinch and squeal.

"God, you scared the hell out of me." I say and try to catch my breath with a hand to my chest.

I look to the side of me and see Harry seated with an unamused expression and his arms crossed. He holds his knife in one of his hands and I gulp, looking away.

Why is my body just now understanding how much danger I'm in. Maybe it was shock. When you're in such a stressful situation, sometimes your body doesn't respond until later.