Psycho {H.S.}

Twenty-three

Michael Clifford is so cute! He was at the concert I went to on Saturday and I said hi to him and he's just cute!

LISTEN TO THIS SONG- it represents Harry and Chris' situation.

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Harry stands with an incredibly sinister look on his face. It chills me to the bone and I feel all the hairs on my body stand. I live for this type of stuff. My whole life I've studied this look, but I've never witnessed it until now. And it is horrifying.

"Harry, I-" Zayn starts to walk towards him to most likely tell him something along the lines of 'please don't f*ck me up.'

But Harry isn't taking it. He inhales a deep breath and releases it, probably to call himself down.

"Get out." Harry says darkly under his breath. Zayn immediately stops in his tracks, looking at Harry in disbelief almost.

"You're picking her, over me? Your best mate! The one who went through everything with you!" He yells and walks closer to Harry, getting up in his face and pushing him back by the shoulders.

"Well, you must really have gone crazy." Zayn says. And it's a low blow. How dare he call Harry crazy. How dare anyone call him crazy.

I expect Harry to throw a nasty punch to Zayns jaw, but nothing happens. The air stands still and the tension builds on as Zayn walks out of the kitchen, slamming the door.

I stay in my place and breath slowly.

"Why didn't you defend yourself?" I ask hesitantly when I noticed he's calmed down substantially.

"I didn't want you to be afraid of me." He says and looks to the floor like he's ashamed. But he didn't do anything wrong. Someone hurt this man so badly, that he feels ashamed for doing anything, even if its the right thing. And it hits me like a bus.

I've never been someone to act on impulse, but my gut tells me what to do and I go for it. I push myself up and quickly make my way to Harry. He looks up at the last second, shocked, and I place both my hands on either side of his face.

I crash my lips into his in all of a second. He doesn't respond at first, but he grips onto reality and wraps one of his arms around my waist and the other goes to the back of my head.

The kiss is heated and fueled by sympathy and frustration. His lips are as soft as I expected them to be. But somehow, they are even better then ever. This is my first kiss and I feel myself falling from the grasp of confidence. I get more sloppy and nervous until I can't bear to take it anymore. I pull away and we both start gasping for air. No one was really prepared for that.

His hands remain in their place and I take in to count our close proximity. I slowly slide my hands down his soft neck to his collar bones and across to his broad shoulders.

That's when I decide to look up at his face. His eyes are staring at me observantly. Like he is trying to remember every single crease and groove of my face so that he could picture it vividly later.

"Pictures last longer." I say and I want to face palm. Way to go Chris! Always saying something stupid that ruins a great moment.

"You're cute." He whispers for my ears only. It makes me swoon and I press my forehead to his chest, blushing.

"My neck, my back, lick my- oh shit. Should I come back?" Niall comes in and I push off of Harry. Why is Niall always walking in on us?

"What was that song, Niall? I couldn't quite hear you." Harry says acting as if nothing just happened with me or Zayn.