Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

29:In Love.

Harry

I've fell in love. I fell in love again. I've fell in love with another girl, someone whose years younger than me, someone I've hurt physically and mentally. But I do it for love. It's my sick way of showing love, I'm sorry for being this way but I can't help it.

The medicine just makes me want to do more because it's holding me back it feels like but if she wants me to I'll do it. I'm angry as hell that I was just told by her to do this or she'll give me hell but I'm holding it in so I can keep her. I need her love, it's all I want. It's my only desire.

We still lay in my bed, my head still lay upon her chest and I'm still holding onto her as if she'll leave. I know she would if she got the chance but she's scared. Scared of me.

I sighed, turning my head to look up at her. Her beautiful eyes wonder around the room at every detail. My eyes wonder her face at every detail. The curve of her cheek bones, her plump lips, and her cute little button nose. The most beautiful and softest brown hair I've ever ran my fingers through. Her roses red cheeks, long full eyelashes, and gorgeous small. She's one of a kind and she's all mine. I love her.

"I love you." I said, staring at her she looked at me immediately after I said it. "I know you won't say it back but I have to tell you. I love you so much."

She looked away her eyes watered, she was going to cry. And now I'm angry again I tightened my grip around her. My hands turned to fists, I growled and got out of the bed beside her. I stormed to the door and slammed it shut as I walked out.

I was mad at the fact that I made it so bad with her that when I say I love her, she refuses it, she cries and I know that they aren't tears of joy.

I went to my study and began my tantrum. This time it wasn't on my precious love laying in the bed in my room. It was on the books that lined my walls, I was now knocking them all to the ground, swiped everything off my desk, and punch two holes into my wall.

I yelled out tugging at the roots of my hair. I'm tired of it, I'm tired of being this way. But I'm angry that I dragged her into my damaged life.

I stayed in my study, sitting in my chair for a few more minutes that's when I got the idea to treat my kitten to a relaxing vacation.

I heard her around the office saying how much she'd like to visit London. I could take her there and to my old town. To visit my sister as well. Then she'll see why I'm this way.

I'll tell her myself why I went crazy and I know my mom told her what she thinks happened to me but she doesn't know why I'm this way. I'll tell Raelynn because I'm in love.

I'll tell her about me because shes my love. My kitten. My lifeline. My heart. The reason I'm going to really try to get better.

All because I'm in love.