Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

26:Gemma.

Raelynn

I was upstairs in the bathroom trying to fix my make-up and all I heard was yelling between Harry and his mother.

She was yelling at him to get his medicine and that I couldn't go with him until he got it. He was yelling and telling her that he couldn't leave me, the voices wouldn't allow it.

And at that I was more terrified than I already was of Harry. Now knowing that he wasn't in control of what he was doing to me.

"Raelynn!!" Harry shouted from downstairs. I quickly collected my make-up and rushed down the stairs preparing myself for him to yell at me as well.

"Yes, Harry."

"I'll be back tomorrow to get you, don't give my mother a hard time. You'll have problems on your hands if you do, understand?"

I nodded, internally I was jumping off the walls happy as I'd ever been since being with Harry. "Ok, I understand."

His mother stood behind him looking over his shoulder at me smiling softly, "You're gonna love it with me here. I promise everything will get better." She said.

"Give me a kiss before I go." Harry ordered. I hated when he made me kiss him, I was left feeling disgusted with myself.

I stood on my toes so I could reach his lips, placing a quick peck upon his lips and descending back to my normal height. But he grabbed my waist and held me in place kissing me with much passion.

When I wasn't kissing back he pitched my arm. I whimpered and kissed him back. He pulled away and kissed my cheek and neck before letting me go.

I wanted a shower, a long hot shower. Like I said before I am left feeling disgusting. But some part of me liked it, liked how he kissed me basically begging for my lips to stay against his. I felt his need for me and now I felt as though I need him too.

He sighed and looked at me for a while, his eyes flashed with so many emotions, lust, passion, disgust, hatred, and guilt. Before I knew it, his face was emotionless.

He rolled his eyes shaking his head, "I'll be back tomorrow." He purposely bumped into me and walked out the door.

"Come on, wanna go shopping? I'll get you a phone you can call me anytime you need."

She took my hand we went outside just as Harry was opening his car door. "Where are you taking her?" He barked.

"I'm getting her a phone, Harry." She rolled her eyes.

"No. She doesn't need a phone she's fine."

"But I want to get her one so I will."

"I want one." I said, looking at Harry, his face flamed with anger.

"You are not getting a fucking phone!!" He yelled, storming over to me. I cowards away and behind his mother.

"I dare you to hit her and so help me Harold I will murder you right where you stand." She seethed.

He glared at her long and hard before letting out a deep breath mumbling curse words under his breath.

"Fine, get her a goddamn phone, I don't care." He got in his car slamming the door and driving off with his tires screeching behind him.

"God, I swear that boy will be the death of me." She rolled her eyes and guided me to her car. We got in and she drove us to a phone store.

She brought me an iPhone 6s, because she has one and she wanted us to match. She told me about her family, how Harry was when he was younger, her daughter but she started to cry as she spoke about her daughter.

"What happened to her?" I shyly asked.

"She.. Someone killed her. She was murdered." She whispered. "I think that's part of the reason why Harry is the way he is. Before Gemma died he was a cheeky and happy go-lucky boy."

I listened to her and rubbed her back soothingly. "He adored his sister, they were the closest anyone could ever be to their sibling. But one night she went out with a couple of friends to a beach party and never came back, I called the police and they see arched for her, along with Harry and I. Then I found her.. She was so pale, bruised with cuts. She was in the bushes near the beach, someone had drugged her and beat her to death."

"Harry was devastated, he was angry at everything and everyone. When they couldn't find the people who done it that's when he lost it. That's when he got this way. Let me tell you he has gotten a lot better than what he was at 15. Harry had lost the one thing he truly loved. And being as he stopped taking his medicine means he's slipping again, but he's trying to get better for you, Raelynn."

Her tears had stopped falling by now and she held my hands tightly in her grip. "Im sorry for what Harry has done to you but I'll be sure that he gets better."

I believed that she'd try to fix Harry but I knew she couldn't. He's never going to get better, she can't be on his back everyday making sure he takes his meds, he's a CEO and Founder of a very huge company.

Harry will never change for the better, especially if he's already turned for the worse.