Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

33:No Control.

Raelynn

"What?" He said, narrowing his eyes in my direction.

I stayed quiet, paying him no attention. I stared out the window of the plane watching the clouds, that was somewhat calming me.

"Answer me." He snapped making me jump.

"I said you smell like her." I glared at him. Who the hell does he think he is? Does he really expect me to be all cuddled in his arms after what he just did? "Honestly you are unbelievable. You're a lost cause, you fucked her and now you expect me to be ok with that? You can go jump off a bridge for all I care." I spat. I've reached my breaking point, I couldn't handle anymore physically and mentally. I've said this before but this time I'm serious.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that. When does what I do effect you anyway? I recall you telling me you hate me, so what? Is there a change of heart?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Actually there was. When you told me you were going to change, when you took your fucking pills, when you told me you were taking me to London, and when you said you loved me. I thought that maybe that's all you needed was to be loved and I was willing to give you that. I started to fall for you, I really did. But you just reminded me that you're just fucking crazy. So fuck you, Harry."

"Don't call me crazy," he growled.

"Is that all you heard? Un-fucking-believable." I mumbled to myself.

He started to yell at me and I just ignored him. He never got up though, he didn't try to hit me. I was shocked but then I remember he took his medicine. I was safe for now.

"You said you liked me." He said.

"Oh, Harry. I more than just liked you. I loved you even though you hurt me so much and I loved you so much because I know that past that deranged person is someone begging for help and love." I said, I also knew that love could never go away completely. I knew I would never stop loving Harry. It was impossible, my love had only faded for now. It was as I'd like to say faded love. "You had to go and fuck her and ruin it all. Why? Aren't you supposed to be 'changing' and 'trying to get better'? You made it worse. And there's no more starting over, I'm tired of this. I don't know how many times I'll say this to you but I'm exhausted."

He just stared at me, he also looked exhausted. He looked so drained and this was draining me too. We were both tired, we couldn't last together and we knew that.

"I don't know why I did it but I did. I don't know why I did a lot of things. I don't know why I hurt you. I can't help it. I'm trying I am but the voices are too hard to control."

I scoffed, "Whatever, Harry." I turned back to look out the window. He didn't say anything else to me and I said nothing to him. He had no control.