Psycho {H.S.}

Fourteen

Fun fact: I went to the late late show with James Corden and Ben Winston is one of the producers and I met him! I also dabbed at James during a commercial break and he dabbed back and laughed at me fangirling. I may go to his show again to see Troye Sivan.

Also! I talked with some of you guys and you asked the same questions! I'll address them now to fix confusion.

Can Harry feel emotional pain? The disorder he has makes him unable to feel physical pain, like being punched or cut. He can't feel that kind of pain, but he can feel pain emotionally. But since he has been treated so poorly from a young age, he has trouble connecting with his emotional pain and feelings, but that doesn't have to do with the disorder.

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When I start to regain consciousness, I feel the ground beneath me moving. From this, I can infer that I'm in a car and we're moving pretty fast. That's when I choose to open my eyes.

I'm met with the roof of a car just like I'd suspected. My hope is slowly deteriorating. I feel like my once loving and sarcastic self has decimated and been replaced with a wasteland of nothingness.

And I take the opportunity of complete silence, minus the sound the car makes as it hums along its way, and think about what my life could have been.

I know one thing for sure. I always wanted to be loved. I always wanted someone to look at me like I hung the stars. I wanted their eyes to watch me like the sun only ever continued to wake every morning because I was waking with it. My face falls when reality strikes me like a bus at a busy intersection.

And it's not like any of this was my choice.

I blink a few more times to wipe the sleep out of my eyes, then go to sit up. I'm guessing Harry had borrowed Niall's vehicle or something. I've never been in one this nice before.

"You're awake." I hear Harry say and I turn my head to see him through the rear view mirror. His eyes are watching me intently.

"Where are we going again?" I ask and bring my hands up to rub at my eyes, which are still slightly foggy.

"Arizona. That's where Liam and Louis are located. It's safe. And I have business to take care of there." He says and focuses his eyes onto the road.

"Why are you taking me with you? What part do I play in this?" I ask lightly, attempting not to upset the man. God knows what he will do to me. Which reminds me.

I lift up my shirt and see a giant white bandage taped to my stomach. Harry catches on and speaks up.

"Zayn stitched you up and you passed out from the pain. You're on pain meds as of five minutes ago so you will probably feel really drugged out in about ten minutes." He says and clutches the wheel to avoid looking at my expression. Face me like a man.

"You didn't answer my question." I say and he clutches the wheel slightly tighter, staring out into the night.

"I- You will betray me. Everyone does." He says and his voice breaks slightly. And that is when I realize, he may act all tough and strong, but on the inside he is dying. He reminds me so much of an ocean. The way his waves are so beautiful from afar, but if you get too close, you'll drown in him.

"I promised you I won't. I mean, who would I even tell?" I say with a pathetic laugh and fold my arms over my chest, being careful of the cut. I could never really be mad at the man in front of me. If I bring it up, he would probably do worse.

"What does that mean?" He asks.

"I'm lonely. I mean, I don't really have anyone in my life. No friends, no boyfriend, no family. No one." I say and watch Harrys reaction. His face softens from its usual hard look.

"No family?"

"They basically cheered when I told them I was going to college far from them. They always thought I was a freak." I say and Harrys head perks up.

"I can relate." He says and for some reason, I believe him.

"What about you?" I ask. "Any parents? Friends?"

I seem to have hit a sensitive spot. Harrys face returns to its hard nature and he looks to the side for a moment. He is most likely reminiscing.

I major in this stuff. I know that Harry has a hard past. I can see it in his eyes. They usually all do.

"This conversation is over." He says and dismisses me with his hand. I don't have the energy to fight with him at this moment, so I let out a sigh and look out the window. This drive is going to take forever with the tension in the car currently.

-

The next time I open my eyes, I'm in a bed. In a room. With giant blue eyes above me.

"Hello, love!"

I let out a loud scream and push my hands forward in defense, but my finger pokes one of the mans eyes and he lets out a rather girly scream himself and backs away, clutching his eye

I quickly sit up and pull the blankets close to me, holding them bunched up to my chest.

"Ouch! What the hell was that?" He yells at me and someone comes through the door, another man I don't know. He is built, with brown spiky hair, and big brown eyes. Both of the men are absolutely gorgeous.

"What's going on in here?" The buff guy says and looks to the smaller guy on the floor.

He angrily points at me. "She nearly took my eye out with her grubby hands!" He says and the buff man stares at him for a moment before bursting out in laughter. He leans over the way I do and I sit utterly confused.

"Harry!" He calls out, "you've got yourself a keeper!" He yells and I can hear more footsteps approaching the room. The door opens and it's none other than Harry. 

"What's going on, Louis?" He says and the blue eyed boy looks up at Harry with a frown.

"Nothing anymore. I'm fine." He says and stands up, still holding a hand over his eye dramatically. 

"She's great." The brown eyed one says as Louis walks out of the room. Harry stares at the man, then me, then back at the man and shrugs.

"We need to talk, Liam. It's Ben." Harry says and Liam's face becomes serious instantly.

"Alright, come on then." Liam says and Harry leaves the room. Liam goes to follow him, but he turns around quickly and says, "nice to meet you, Chris!" Then leaves.

I stay sat on the bed, just trying to process everything around me. What the hell is my life right now. I'm around a bunch of men when a week ago I couldn't even get a second glance from anyone.

I shouldn't be making it about that though. I'm in danger, and the logical part of my brain tends to remind me of it 24/7.

The door reopens and Louis walks in. His eye is red and I feel guilty.

"Oi, I demand an apology." He states sarcastically and I laugh slightly. He walks towards me and sits on the edge of my bed cross legged. He is too cute to be intimidating, so I just let him.

"I am so very sorry, my dear." I say and smile at the end. Louis perks up like a literal puppy.

I can't help but make an 'aw' sound at him. He rolls his eyes.

"Let's gossip!" He says happily and I clap my hands together in excitement.

"So have you seen Harry's... You know?"

"Dear God, no!" I say and we both start laughing out loud. That is, until we hear Liam and Harrys not so quiet conversation.

A/N:

I'm going to try to start adding a song for every chapter.

To listen to the song while reading, all you have to do is press play and start scrolling down and it will play the song while you read!