Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

34:Promise.

Raelynn

We would be landing soon and honestly I didn't want to go anywhere with Harry. I wanted to back home. I couldn't stand to look at him or even for him to be in my presence.

The tension was heavy and thick in the air around us.

The flight attendant came from the back for the first time since what happened. She asked Harry if he needed anything he told her to fuck off and she came asked me and I ignored her.

"Oh, I guess you're made because Harry prefers to fuck a stranger more than fuck you." She giggled into her hand. I whipped my head in her direction and stood up.

"What did you say bitch?" I seethed. I hope she didn't think I wasn't gonna say anything because best believe I will kill her.

"I said you're angry because Harry doesn't want to-" she couldn't finish her sentence because I punched her in the mouth.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I said innocently.

"You fucking hit me!!" She yelled, Harry watched quietly from his chair a smirk playing across his face with amusement in his eyes.

"I know." I shrugged, she tried to hit me back but I was dodged and hit her. She pulled my hair and I kept punching her in her face and then in the stomach. She fell and I got on top of her and kept punching her in her face.

Harry tried to get me off of her, but I didn't stop I kept going until she was unconscious. I stood up and stared at her unconscious body. Harry tried to pull me away from her but I pulled away.

"Don't fucking touch me. Look what I've done because of you. I've never hurt anyone in my life but look what you've done to me. I almost killed her, Harry!!" I yelled in his face.

He pulled me into a hug. "I love you, Raelynn and I'm very sorry."

"Your sorry isn't going to fix anything. You fucked up and that's that." I snapped.

The plane landed soon after, Harry got off the plane before I did. I got up and got off and followed Harry to a car. I couldn't stay mad at Harry and that was making me angry but I felt that it was cute that he tried to comfort me after I almost killed that flight attendant.

I grabbed his hand and looked up at him a small smile was on my face. But Harry had a huge smile on his face his eyes sparkled with happiness.

"Promise me you won't put me in that kind of situation again." I said.

"I promise." He said and kissed my forehead. We got into the car and the driver drove us to a house bigger than Harry's house back home in America.

"Whose house is this?" I asked.

"It was a house I bought for my sister. Even though she was dead when I bought it I still did." He said, his eyes didn't have that sparkle in them anymore and instead he was frowning.

He eyes were cloudy as if he was in deep thought about something. I squeezed his hand and he looked at me and smiled slightly.

"I love you." He said.

"And I like you."