Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

32:Smell.

Raelynn

I woke up to Harry and his head on my shoulder. Light snores escaped his mouth as he slept. I don't think we're even halfway to London, I wasn't sleep for as long as I wanted to be.

I tried to get more comfortable in my seat and I guess it disrupted Harry because he groaned and mumbled, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm trying to get comfortable." I pouted still moving. He sat up and put me in his lap and I curled into his chest.

"Better?" He asked his eyes still closed.

"Yes, thank you Harry." I said and messed with rings on his fingers. It was a ring in his middle finger that I still have a mark from on my stomach. I let go of his had as if I had been burned as I thought of that.

Harry huffed, and watched me. I felt his eyes watching my every move never missing a beat. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I can't tell you enough how sorry I am." He said.

"Can we not talk about it right now?" I wanted to at least feel normal for this slight moment but I knew that everything about Harry would remind me of what happens when something pisses him off.

"Whatever." He huffed, he put me back in my seat and got up, "I'm gonna go get a drink." With that he walked away into the back where the flight attendant was.

The flight attendant was just like the girls that worked at the office. She wore a skimpy skirt that might as well be a belt, and her uniform shirt that she tied into a crop top with her boobs all out for display. She wore makeup caked on her face, and her hair looked like she sprayed ten cans of hairspray in it.

But I guess Harry was into that kind of girl because maybe about twenty minutes later, I hear her moaning Harry's name and Harry groans. It sickened me honestly that he can be such a dick. He says he loves me and that he's trying to change but boy does this send us back to the very beginning.

Now he's actually crossed a different line. He's stepped on my heart, and now my guard is back up. I can't slip again and this just reminded me and snapped me from my dream. This 'vacation' is just another way to torture me and now I'm trapped with no where to run.

I sat in my seat and cried silently. Her moans grew louder and so did Harry's. And soon it was quiet. Nothing was heard but heavy breathing. I heard Harry's footsteps as he came to his seat beside me. I quickly wiped my face so he couldn't know that what I heard actually effected me.

He sat beside, his breathing still erratic. I think what hurts the most is that he didn't try to hide what he had just done. His pants where still unbuttoned, his hair was wild and her lipstick was smeared on his face and neck.

I got up, "where are you going?" He asked.

"I have to use the bathroom." I croaked.

He let me pass and I hurried to the bathroom, I shut and locked the door behind me and silently sobbed into my hands. Why do I have to be hurt so much by him? What did I ever do to deserve this?

I could still hear their moans ringing in my ears. I could hear it all. I could hear his moans. I could hear her moans. It was taunting me.

"Raelynn, what are you doing in there? Get out here." He called out.

I cleaned my face and freshened up, I flushed the toilet even though I hadn't used it and washed my hands before coming out and sitting in a seat far from him.

"Why are you all the way over there?" He asked

"Because you smell like her." Was my only response.