Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

41:White Stars.

Raelynn

-one month after Harry's pov-

It's been hard for me since I left Harry. I miss him, I drive past his office almost everyday. I tell myself that one day I'll have the balls to go up and see him again. But then I think that maybe he's moved on and has someone new.

One day, there was a news report about Harry. It was talking about his illness, I couldn't watch. They flashed pictures of him and it hurt. I cut it off and tried to go on with my day.

I got my own condo too, it's not a bad one. I didn't buy it. When I got back to America Harry had already told someone to get me a condo, with clothes food and shoes. I called him a thousand times to thank him but he would never answer then I finally gave up on calling him.

He sends money but there's never anything I can do to thank him. It's like he disappeared, the only way I know he's alive is because his business is still running and the money he sends me.

I've been spending time with Jake again. We reconnected a month after I got back. My mother visits often, sometimes I get her to stay for a week or so. It's fun.

Harry sends enough money for me to be good for years being as I don't have to pay any bills because he's paid it all the way until next year.

Right now, Jake and I were at Starbucks standing in line. We were standing behind this guy wearing black skinny jeans and blue shirt with white stars printed all over it. His hair was short on the sides and it was styled into a quiff.

"Raelynn.." Jake snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Are you thinking about Mr. Styles again?"

I sighed, "Shut up, Jake."

"Yeah, shut up, Jake." A familiar voice said from in front of us. I looked up and my eyes widened, tears filled my eyes.

"H-Harry?"

"Yeah. It's me, kitten." He gave a warm smile, "I've gotten better, I did it for you. I'm better. You can come back now, right? You'll come back?" His eyes were filled with hope. I just stared at him with tear stained cheeks.

"I-I.." I stuttered. "I don't know."

His face screwed up into a grimace like he was stabbed in the heart.

Then his face was filled with anger and then he was beating me in the middle of Starbucks. Harry slapped me, kicked me, and punched me. I was bleeding begging for him to stop. He stood over me laughing hysterically at the pain he was causing me.

I shot up from my spot on my couch, I was sweating and my breathing was uneven. My heart was pounding against my chest. I keep having this dream. Every time I shut my eyes ever since I left Harry. It's like as more and more days pass the worse the dreams get. I took deep breathes to calm myself down. I looked at the time, it was 3:00 in the morning. I got up and went to my room and got in my bed. Let's try this again I said to myself and laid down closing my eyes and let sleep take me.