Psycho {H.S.}

Twenty-two

Demons- Imagine Dragons

What is it to you? When someone calls you a name? Do you push it aside, or does it float around in your head until the day you die with it imprinted on you like a label?

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I'm afraid of how Harry will feel now. I don't know why I'm afraid necessarily, I just am. I hope he is strong enough to continue our training, because I refuse to go fight for him when I know nothing of how to protect myself.

In all honesty, I could use his being weak to my advantage. I could run away, be free. Find the police and contact my parents. Not that anyone is aware that I was gone, but I could make them aware.

But something inside of me refuses to let me go. Its like my heart is begging me to stay and see what this life may bring me. And it gets me thinking.

Before, I was just a lowlife girl, living day to day in her books and schoolwork and Netflix. A girl that nobody cared about. I feel like I'm cared for here, oddly enough.

It's like, not the best kind of caring, but at least I know if I disappeared today, someone would come looking for me. I can't really say the same for my life before. This all just seems like an adventure to me, an up and close study of how criminals work.

I walk into Zayn's room and see Harry sitting up in the bed, rubbing his left eye sleepily and yawning. I wish so badly to grab a camera and capture the moment.

"Good Morning." I say, making my presence known. Harry seems a little startled at first, but relaxes when he sees its me. That's reassuring.

"Do you want any breakfast?" I ask and he yawns again.

"No, I'm great. What the hell am I doing in Zayn's room?" He asks quite rudely and scowls as he looks around.

"You, we're a little sick so he took you in here." I say and lean back on my heels awkwardly. I had changed my clothes before I went to bed and Harry noticed immediately.

"My iron maiden shirt?" He asks looking at the oversized shirt with a blank face.

"Oh, yeah. I'll go take it off and find something else-" I start to say, but he cuts me off.

"No, no. Keep it. It looks better on you anyways." He states.

I look down at my feet and smile. Harry keeps saying these little compliments in different ways and I'm not sure if he notices, but I sure do.

"Thanks."

"Yeah. Where's the boys?" He asks and starts attempting to stand up.

"Hey, I don't know if you should be standing." I try and say and walk closer to him, placing my hands on his shoulders and forcing him back down. He looks up at me in disbelief.

"Excuse you." He says and pushes me slightly out of his way. I stumble back and he stands tall.

"Don't ever touch me when I don't give you permission." He says through gritted teeth and I honestly want to slap him so hard. It's like one second he's being a sweetheart, and the next he is being the biggest douchebag of the century.

He walks past me and into the house. I don't want to follow him, but I'm hungry and the kitchen is the same route. Harry takes off into the living room, and I go into the kitchen. When I first open the door, I see a large blanket covering someone and I squeal in surprise, but when it turns around I can see that it's Louis.

He looks God awful! the blanket engulfs him and he has black circles under his red eyes from no sleep I'm guessing.

"Oh my God, Louis! Is everything alright with you?" I ask and he gives me a 'does everything look alright' face.

"Yes of course, love. I've been frolicking through the the daisies and petting puppies and such." He says sarcastically. He rolls his eyes and reaches into the cabinet, grabbing Nutella and a spoon.

"Do you need bread?" I ask and walk a little closer to him.

"No. I want to eat the whole thing plain." He says deadpan.

"Oh, that's cool." I say and he huffs and pulls the blanket tighter around himself. He hobbles past me and out of the kitchen.

I take a minute to collect myself again, then reach into the cupboard and pull out a granola bar.

"You let him up?" I hear a voice behind me and I turn around. I almost don't realize that it's Zayn.

He's died his hair bleach blonde. You wouldn't think that specific color would suit him, but he looks even better. I internally groan. My hormones need to take a vacation.

"He pushed me aside." I murmur and he snorts, walking past me and grabbing an apple from a bowl on the table.

"You're weak?" He spits and takes a bite out of his Apple.

My mouth falls open and I scoff.

"You have the audacity-"

"You can't handle yourself against Harry, but you think you can take out a man?" He says with humor in his voice.

"It's different with Harry." I say under my breath, very much aware of the fact that he was in the next room.

"Really, Chrissy? Do tell me how it's different?" He says with a smirk, and I know at this point he is trying to get a rise out of me.

"I don't have to answer that." I say with all the sass I can muster.

"Oh really, what's up?" He says even sassier.

"The sky!" I fire back. But I realize how stupid I must have sounded. Man, there I go again with my horrible come backs.

Zayn starts laughing and my confidence drops tremendously.

"You know Harry is crazy right." Zayn says deviously.

"Don't say that." I say and try to look anywhere but Zayns eyes.

"What's gonna happen? Is Harry going to stab me? Just like he stabbed you?" He whispers with a huge smirk. I want to punch him in the nose.

"Leave me alone." I say a bit louder, hoping Harry hears.

"Say it." Zayn says and takes a couple steps closer to me. I take a couple back.

"Say Harry is a psycho." He says and walks even closer. I hit the fridge with my back and my breath hitches.

"No." I say weakly. I'm sure he can sense the fear in my voice.

"Say it!" He says louder and just as he's about to reach out to grab my neck, we both stop when we hear a voice.

It says, "Harry is a psycho."

And it's Harry.

A/N:

:( Zens a jerk.