Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

38:Back At One.

Raelynn

We returned home an hour later because it had started raining. We soaked and covered in mud.

When we got inside we took turns to shower then we went to the room we were sleeping in. I had put on a movie, I was the only one watching because Harry, with his head on my stomach, was asleep.

I watched the movie and stole glances at his face and played with his tangled curls. He let light snores escape his lip, every once in awhile his grip would tighten around me and he'd get this scared and frustrating look on his face.

The movie ended and I changed the channel to the news channel. The new reporter started speaking about Harry's company. She said that some his bridges would be closing down.

I was confused by that, Harry never told me his business was failing. He usually came home all cool like everything was ok.

"Cut it off." I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice.

"You scared me-" I started but he cut me off.

"I said turn it off!!" He shouted. I quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the tv.

I stared at him, slightly scared. "H-Harry." I said.

"Just be quiet. I don't want to talk about it."

"But you always seemed fine when you came home, why is it suddenly failing?"

"I said I don't want to fucking to about it!!" He yelled and sat up. "What don't you understand about that? I don't want to talk about it so shut the fuck up!!"

"Stop yelling at me!!" I yelled back.

"If you weren't so fucking annoying I wouldn't have to!! Listen to me when I tell you to do something the first time and this wouldn't happen!!"

"And this why I always go back to hating your fucking guts!!" Next thing I know I'm holding my burning cheek. I looked at him shocked. "You said you wouldn't hit me anymore.." I whispered, I started to get up.

"Where are you going?" He seethed.

Tears were rolling down my cheeks. This reminds me of the first time he hit me. I felt the same way I feel know. I was scared. We were back at one.

"I-I" I couldn't speak, I kept stuttering.

"You're going to sit down and stop questioning me." He ordered.

I did as I was told and sat back into the bed. I was lost. Completely confused. I wanted to know what brought the old Harry back. I was hoping it wasn't my fault but that's what I get for expecting him to change.

He laid his head back on my stomach and he put my hand back in his hair.

"What happened?" I cried out.

"This trip was a mistake."