Psycho {H.S.}

Nineteen

The whole gang is here at the table. Zayn, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Harry. It is so weird to think about. We all will end up murdering someone, but for now we eat breakfast together.

I sit silently while the rest of them chat. A couple things catch my attention, but I don't really attempt to engage in the conversation. I don't know why, but I just feel absolutely horrible today. Not physically, but mentally.

I'm having bad flashbacks and it is messing with my head. I stand from my chair and the boys continue their conversations. Harry looks up at me.

"What's wrong?" He asks, but he doesn't seem so interested in an actual answer, so I give him an excuse.

"I'm just feeling a little sick today." I say and grab my plate, placing it by the sink. Instead of walking to my own room, I walk to Harry's. I don't know why. Maybe it's my curiosity getting the best of me.

I slowly open the door and slide in, closing the door carefully behind me. I observe it and notice that he has a couple notebooks strewn on a desk, his bed is made perfectly and everything seems to be very neat.

On his wall, he has pictures of a girl. She looks exactly like him. This room must not just be a random room in his friends house, but rather a place he comes often.

I walk toward his bed and see a little bowl on his beside table. Upon looking closer, I realize that it's full of condoms. I pull a disgusted face and start backing away. Maybe I shouldn't be in here.

Before I go to turn and leave the room, I slip on something on the floor and start to fall, but I never hit the ground. Two arms wrap around my body quickly and pull me back up to stand.

"What where you doing in here, love?" I hear Harrys deep voice in my ear and it sends shivers down my spine.

"I'm so sorry." I say and turn around, using my puppy dog eyes. He seems to enjoy that because his eyes soften.

"I didn't mean to invade your space. I'm just feeling a little sick and I saw your room and your bed is a lot warmer than mine. Which isn't fair," I say the last part under my breath.

I look up at him and await a response, maybe a punishment, but all I get is his eyes analyzing my whole entire face. And that's when I realize how close our faces are. That's also when I realize how pink his lips are and the green in his eyes sparkles like I've never seen before. He was a true beauty.

"You said my bed was warmer?" He finally breaks the silence. Both his hands are rested on either sides of my shoulders.

I just nod my head, completely infatuated with the man in front of me.

"We can switch rooms." He says and drops his hands, almost like he is detaching his feelings from his instincts.

"No, you don't have-" I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

"No, I don't care. Why do you always have an answer!" He yells and walks toward the bed to sit on the edge. He runs his fingers through his hair and tugs harshly at the ends. Just like I'd seen him do when we first collided. It seems to be a nervous habit.

"I'm sorry." I say under my breath.

"See! That's what I mean! Why can't you just shut your pretty little mouth!" He shouts and I jump slightly, but something stirs inside of me.

"Pretty?" I ask with a little smile and Harry looks up quickly.

"No, that's not- I didn't mean it like that." He stutters and I seem to have caught him off guard.

"So you think I'm ugly?" I question with a serious face, but he seems to think I'm actually offended.

"No, God no! Not at all, I mean-" he starts to say and I start laughing when his face turns bright red. I'm also relieved by the fact that he said I wasn't ugly.

"I'm just playing with you." I say and he frowns and shakes his head. That's when I go to sit next to him. He throws his arms out before I sit down and wraps them around my waist, flipping me over so that my back is against the mattress and he's in between my legs.

I we both are laughing at this point and try to push him off me playfully, but he grabs both my hands with one of his and holds them above my head. I stop laughing and just smile, admiring Harrys dimples. He would totally be a cute mermaid.

My smile drops though, when he uses his other hand to caress the side of my face and closes his eyes, leaning in.

Oh my God. Okay, this is going to be my first kiss. What do I do? What do I do? How am I supposed to move my lips?

I let out a shaky breath and Harry is so close that I feel the heat of my own air radiating off of his face. I decide it might be best to close my eyes as well.

"Harry! Harry!" Someone shouts from down the hall and footsteps are running towards his door. In a second he is off of me and sitting on the edge of the bed.

The door bursts open and I'm pulling myself up to a sitting position. Niall looks at us both suspiciously for a moment before deciding to leave things unsaid.

"Ben called. He said he knows about what you did and he plans to take your piece away." Niall says and my jaw drops. I shouldn't be dragged in between them!

Harry looks at me and back at Niall before standing up.

"Let's talk about this outside." Harry growls and grabs onto Niall's arm. He slams the door shut as he leaves.

I need to leave. I know I promised I would stay, but I cannot be in the middle of two random men's feud.