Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

35:Control.

Raelynn

After we got to the house he took me inside and showed me around the place. There were 6 rooms, 8 bathrooms one in each room and two down stairs. He said that we would be sharing a room, I didn't want to but I did because I'm sure his medicine has worn off by the way he was acting now.

"Raelynn." He mumbled, and I looked at him. I had just come out the bathroom after my shower and he was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom door.

"Uh.. Yeah?" I nervously asked, he didn't look very well, he didn't look like it was him. "Did you take your medicine yet?"

"Fuck that fucking medicine. I don't fucking want it." He yelled, I gasped and took a step back. Fuck man, as soon as everything was going smooth and I was about to be free he had to do this again.

He stood up quickly and pinned me to the wall, his hot breath fanned my face as he glared down at me. I squirmed in his grip, "Harry, let go." I tried to say calmly but you could hear the fear in my voice.

He smacked me, "Don't fucking tell me what to do. Now get the fuck on the bed." He growled.

I got on the bed quickly scared, I held the towel tight to my body. He snatched the towel from around me and I was left naked and laying in the middle of the bed. He stood beside the bed looking at me with lust filled eyes.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against the corner of my lips. I didn't dare move, I prayed that he wouldn't do anything to me.

"Kitten, I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this." I was terrified. I whimpered, he moaned at the sound. He was on top of my resting his weight on his forearms so he didn't crush my little body... Yet.

"Harry, please don't do this. I'm begging you." I whispered to him.

A chuckle rumbled up his chest, "You'll be begging for more than just that soon."

He started peppering kisses all over my neck and to my chest just above my breasts. "Harry, please." I was going to cry, tears watered my eyes and soon were rolling down my cheeks. I choked out a sob and that got his attention.

He lifted his head quickly and stared into my eyes. He looked confused, then worried, then frustrated, then angry. He got off of me in a flash as if I had burned his or something.

I got up as well and quickly ran into the bathroom locking the door. I sat with my back against the tub, my knees were pulled against my chest.

My body shook in fear. I stared at the door waiting for him to come banging on it or at least start to destroy the room but none of that came. It was quiet, there was nothing but silence. He didn't go on his rampage.

He was quiet. For the first time Harry had gained control of himself. He wasn't letting the voices control him.

I slowly stood up, and tiptoed to the door and pressed my ear against it. I didn't hear anything so I opened the door only to see him still standing in the same spot staring at the spot where I previously occupied on the bed.

"What did I do?" He kept repeating to himself. "You need to leave me alone." He told himself. He hadn't yet acknowledged my presence in the room. 

"Harry." I breathed out. My face tear stained and my cheeks were red. I'm sure my hair looked a mess and I looked like a hobo but that didn't matter at the moment.

His head snapped in my direction. He stared at me, his eyes held worry. He was shaking. "I-I almost hurt you again. Leave. Get out of here!!" He yelled pointing to the door. "Get out of this room, Raelynn. Please.." He was crying. Harry fucking Styles was crying.

I felt my heart squeeze at the sight. So instead of taking the chance and bolting out the door I ran to him. I wrapped my naked body around his fully clothed self. He held me close to his chest and cried into my neck.

"You stopped yourself. You didn't hurt me this time, Harry." I soothed. "Its okay, you didn't hurt me."

"I did hurt you. I saw the look in your eyes, you were terrified, you were shaking. You were beyond scared." He sobbed.

I stayed quiet because what he said was true, I was scared. I was terrified of what he was doing. I wasn't ready for him to take me fully.

"But you stopped yourself. Harry, look at me." I placed my hand on his chin and turned his face to look at me. "You have control. Those voices can't control you anymore. You just have to really try. You have to tell me what going on in there." I pointed to his head.

It made since that the voices were going away. He had told me what this house was for. I got him to tell me what happened to him after his sister died and our point in this trip.

He stopped crying by now. He was breathing wasn't heavy anymore and he wasn't sniffling either.

We stared into each other's eyes, he really did love me. I could see it in his eyes. And I was slowly but surely starting to regain those feelings as well.

Next thing I know I have my lips mushed against his and I'm kissing him. It didn't take long before he was kissing me back. His hand tugged my hair pulling my head back as he kissed down my throat. He left love bites on my pale skin. He lips reconnected with mine, my fingers were tangled in his soft chestnut curls.

That night we forgot all of our worries. I forgot about all my fears and my problems. The only thing that was on my mind was the man before me and our undying and complicated love for each other.

So there it is I love the psychotic, and confusing man on top of me. Because for he has gained control. I was no longer scared of what could happen to me. Now I knew I wasn't going to be hurt anymore. He has control of the voices.