Psycho {H.S.}

Twenty-nine

"I kept rereading the last chapter of your life, expecting another page. But you were gone... Instantly."
-S.K.

*warning: mild content*
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I'm sitting all alone in Harrys room, waiting for Liam and Niall to get back to the house with the results for the plan. The time has gone by extremely fast and it's only a month and three weeks away until we go for Harrys revenge.

I know the consequences of my actions. But this is what I do for a living. This is up close and personal with my one weird obsession. I feel like I've been locked up inside of myself and the key was my sanity.

Harry allowed Liam and Niall to start training me too, as long as he supervises. I'm sure it is because he doesn't want them to be touchy feely. But his excuse is that he wants to "make sure I'm learning it the right way."

Whatever he says. I've started to grow quite fond of him, which could be dangerous. But I refuse to deny my heart of its desires. It's only ever accelerated when he was around. No other human being on the planet has granted me the gratification of butterflies in my stomach, stuttering words when he got too close. And there is just enough sexual tension to fill balloons with and let the loose.

I hear the front doors opening and I jump up from his bed. I practically run towards the door. I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, because I ran straight into Niall's chest. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me off of himself lightly.

I chuckled in embarrassment at my clumsiness. He laughed lightly as well, but it stopped when Harry walked in behind Liam. I wasn't even aware that he was gone. His eyes look a little bloodshot and my initial first assumption is that he's on drugs. Possibly the same kind he gave me. But the sniffle and fake cough spoke volumes. Harry was crying.

He met eyes with me and stormed off to his bedroom. Maybe he's hurting. Maybe it's not just his body. Maybe it's his heart.

I turn back to Niall and Liam. Liam is closing the front door and carrying an envelope with him to sit on the couch. Niall walks behind him and sits on the couch on the opposite side of the room.

I want to stay and hear what Niall and Liam have to say, but something inside is screaming at me to go to Harry. See what his problem is and then get the information I need.

"Hey, will you guys let me know the problem later?" I ask and the both stop what they're doing, looking up at me. Liam speaks up first.

"I don't think your idea is a good one, Chris."

"It'll be okay. I'm just curious." I say and turn to leave, but not without hearing Liam mutter.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

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I don't bother knocking on Harrys door, instead I open it lightly and step in. I hear him pacing and before I can even look up to meet his eyes, my body is being pushed up against the door and being held down with his.

I close my eyes in shock and feel a pair of luscious, plump lips collide with mine. Moving fast and desperately. At first, I'm too in shock to even move my lips with his, but when he bites my bottom lip, I begin responding.

I bring my hands slowly up his arms, feeling his defined muscles. He lets out a deep groan. He moves his hand quickly and snatches my wrists up, holding them above my head with his hands. The kissing is absolutely filthy and my whole body is filled with goosebumps.