Psycho {H.S.}

Eighteen

I strip myself of my disgusting clothes and instantly feel ten times better. I walk to the shower and turn the knob to hot, and wait for it to be the ideal temperature before stepping in.

As soon as the warm water hits my skin it feels as though my muscles are taking a breath of relief and the all loosen immediately. I let out a contempt sigh.

The only wash in here is for men, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I grab the bottle of the conditioner and shampoo mix and pour some of it in my hand. Some boys are so lazy. Why can't they just use shampoo, then conditioner?

I clean my whole body and rinse, then I pull the shower curtain aside and step out. There is a towel hanging on the rack and I take it off, using it to dry my hair and body.

The house is quiet. Almost too quiet. It freaks me out. What if this was Harry's plan at getting rid of me. Was I too invasive?

I quickly grab the first thing on the top of the pile of clothing and it's just a black t-shirt. I quickly pull it over my head. It reaches halfway down my thighs. Next is some briefs, I pull them up my legs. They actually fit quite nicely. And lastly, there is some sweat pants that have been cut near the knees so they are more like sweat shorts.

Judging by how short I am and how short Louis is and how they fit perfectly, I'm going to have to guess these are Louis'.

I leave the folded towel on the bathroom sink and make my way to the door cautiously.

I put one hand on the knob and one hand on the wall beside and suddenly, it's bursts open and I'm falling to the ground.

I close my eyes and wait for my head to make contact with the hard tile floor, but it never does. My body hits pretty hard, but nothing can't handle. But my head hits something soft. I try to catch my breath when I notice the heavy weight on my body. I open my eyes and see that it, or course, it Harry. His eyes are already staring at my face. He quickly slid his hand under my head before the impact, that's pretty skilled, and sweet.

We're so close that his hot breathes cascade over my face and that's when I realize what position we're in. I'm laying on my back and he is cradled between my legs.

"I'm sorry." I choke out awkwardly and start laughing. He doesn't seem too amused though, as he gets on all fours and pulls his hand from behind my head, then uses the door to hoist himself up.

"I came here to tell you that our mission is following through. Effective in four weeks. One month." He states all seriously and I remain on the floor.

"I'll be training you how to use weapons and how to defend yourself." He says and I see his eyes look down my body once, but quickly.

"Okay." I say and I want to face palm. That's all you got Chris? I always have been a loser, so.

Then, without offering to help me up, he exits the room. I use the counter as my leverage and help myself up. What the hell was that?

-

"Okay. When someone comes at you from behind, you have to listen closely for them. I'll walk up behind you so you understand." Harry says and takes a couple steps behind me. We are currently learning self-defense in the backyard. There is a huge fence surround the whole yard so I was told I couldn't run right before we started.

I seem to be too distracted and Harry wraps his arms around my body quickly, holding my arms to my sides. I try to slither out, but his grip is deadly. It's just another reminder not to mess with Harry.