Psycho {H.S.}

Fifteen

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Harry's POV-

"Liam, I need your help. I don't think I.. We don't have much time." I say to Liam desperately. In my mind, I know what I need to do. I just need a little help.

"Harry, you're worse?" He asks and I clear my throat. I place my hand against the wall beside me.

"I don't know. I can't feel anything." I say feeling at a loss. "All I know is that I have unfinished business. You have to help me finish it! Before I go my way. Please." I practically beg him, and I never beg.

Liam looks at the ground in thought. He twiddles his thumbs for a while as he thinks. I put in a few more pleas to add to my desperation. Liam finally looks up, with worry written across his face.

"Fine, fine! Only for you. What's the plan?" He asks and I feel relieved at this. I thought I would have to try harder.

"Well, do you have the guns we got a couple years back?"

"Never got rid of them." Liam states and starts walking past me towards a hall closet. He puts a code into the lock on it and pops the closet open.

It is filled with multiple guns and I smirk.

"This is going to be perfect. This way, everyone dies happy." I say and Liam's face dies, he looks down sadly.

"Mate, you have to live at let die. Sometimes life is a b*tch. It takes life too fast. That's just how it is, no need to have a fit." I say, trying my hand at comforting him, but I'm not sure that it really helped at all. If anything, I made it worse.

Liam shakes his head again and closes and locks the closet door.

"What do we do with the girl when you're gone? I'm not keeping her." Liam says and starts walking towards the kitchen. I follow after him slowly.

"It's your choice. Kill her, keep her, or let her go. Just do something with her, I don't care. I just can't let her free yet because she could compromise my whole plan." I say and pull a stool out from the counter and take a seat. Liam reaches into his big white fridge and pulls out two beers, sliding one across the counter to me.

"You aren't wrong for once, young Harold." Liam says and I shake my head in annoyance. These boys were my school mates and never judged me for my disorder, but if anyone else would have called me Harold I would have ripped their balls off then and there.

"What's the plan with the Ben deal?" Liam asks.

"We kill him." I say simply.

"Believe it or not, you can't actually just kill someone randomly." Liam says matter of factly.

"Actually, yes you can. I did." I say feeling proud. Yeah I beat the system.

"Holy shit! Who was it? Don't tell me it was Angie." He says and I smirk.

"Yep. Angie." I say and he smirks as well and takes a chug of his beer. A little bit falls out of the corner of his mouth and when he tilts his head back down, he reaches up and wipes it away.

"You dirty bastard. Ben will find out you know." He says with a chuckle. You see, Angie was Ben's best client. Ben runs a company. He sells woman. I had always thought prostitution was disgraceful, and I was disgusted when he kidnapped my sister and forced her into the business.

My older sister was the only person in my life who told me I wasn't crazy. She used to grab my face, and tell me how important I was. She was kidnapped when she was eleven. I was nine, that was the last straw for me. That's when I ran away. I went after her, found her walking on the street and she told me everything. Told me she was going to meet a client and that I needed to help her.

She gave me the address of where she was located and I went to the police immediately. I reported it, but I was too late. One of Ben's men found out about our exchange and he didn't give her a fighting chance. He shot her dead.

"Ben can go f*ck himself." I growl and take a couple gulps of my beer. Emotional pain is so much worse then any other pain, and since I can't feel any physical pain, the emotional is amplified. So many things make me lose control. Like the want to know what real pain feels like, the want to be loved, the want to be healthy. All these things may never happen to me. Half of them at least, and I'm is aware of that. But it is reality, his reality.

"I bet you the dirty bastard already had today, three times." Liam says and we both chuckle. We hear someone clear their throat and Liam and I both look over to find Louis and Chris standing together awkwardly.

"I came to ask if Chris could sleep over in my room." Louis asks timidly. I can tell he is trying to walk on egg shells around me, and that's probably a great decision.

"I don't care honestly." I say. And I really don't care. Louis is into men, so I have nothing to really worry about. Not that I was worried in the first place.

Louis starts squealing and he grabs Chris' hand and pulls her back into the hallway, leading her to his small room.

I turn back to Liam and he lets out a sigh.

"You didn't tell Louis yet, did you?" He says with a sigh. My eyes fall down to my fumbling fingers. I never act this way. It's a sign of nerves.

"No. I can't bear it. He would surely die." I say in sadness.

"Yeah, but if you don't tell him, you will die. And he will never forgive you." Liam states and I hate that he's right. Louis is my best mate. He needs to know.

"I will tell him, soon. But I need people to be strong, no tears. So I will tell him after our mission with Ben is dead and gone." I say and Liam seems to agree with my plan.

"I'll make him feel the pain he caused Gemma."

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