psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 ;

My blonde hair blew behind me as I skidded to a stop and took a sharp turn down a narrow alley. The sirens blaring throughout the small town became background noise as I abruptly stopped at the end of the alley and looked from left to right. People were scattered on the streets but my eyes searched for somewhere secluded, somewhere to hide.

A building on the right side of the street caught my attention, a tall figure in the distance shutting the two big garage doors that were located in the front.

A big sign read, 'Styles & Sons .'

I took off running toward the building when the sirens started to become more apparent to me. I pushed past people mumbling quick apologies as they just rolled their eyes.

My breath hitched in my throat as the tall figure stepped past the second garage door and pushed the button that was in his hand. Halfway closed I darted across the street and quickly ducked under the closing door.

My chest heaved as I stared at the confused looking man in front of me. His skin was tan and his arms were tainted with dark ink. Dark basketball shorts clung to his long legs and a dark blue tank top stuck to his body, sweat dripped off his forehead. His hair wash pushed back by a red hat.

His forest green eyes scanned my jean short and tank top clad body. Old black converse shoes covered my feet, my hair falling down my back and over my shoulders.

He finally spoke. "You know, were closed." His voice was deep and raspy. You could defiantly tell he was from cheshire, from his strong English accent.

The man was hot. I blinked.

"I-Uhm- I just need a place too-," I was cut off when the loud sirens became more evident. I turned toward the garage door and bit my lip.

I hope he doesn't recognize me- "Wait, you look kinda familiar." I turned toward him and laughed dryly, "I'm in a lot of commercials," I lied.

"No-" He shook his head. I gulped. "You kinda look like that girl who went like psycho or something and killed her family."

My nostrils flared, "I'm not psycho." His eyes widened and he took a step back, "Holy shit, your her."

"Listen I'm not-" I took a step forward, he gritted his teeth, "Listen here you psychotic bitch, don't take another step toward me."

My mouth dropped.

"Those sirens, their for you then?" His eyebrows rose and I swallowed hard. I don't know why he was scared, he could probably snap me like a twig. I nodded anyway.

"What the fucking hell? Why are you here? Fucking turn yourself in." The way he spit the words at me made me want to go outside and just give up, but I'd come to far.

With all the courage I could muster up I took another step toward him. "Listen here buddy," I spat at the tall figure, "You don't fucking know me, all you know is what those fucking reporters make of me. I could be fucking innocent for all you know."

His pink tongue swiped out and wet his plump lips. "So are you innocent?"

"I don't think that's any of your business." My head throbbed, and so did the bottom left part of my hip. "Please," I almost begged, "Just let me stay here until the cops clear out of the neighborhood. I promise you I'm not some psychopathic freak."

He stayed silent for quite some time, I could still hear the sirens blaring outside the small car shop.

I could feel the sharp glass piercing my hip a little more and I whimpered, bringing my hand to the injury. I squeezed my eyes closed.

He laughed, my eyes snapped open. "I can't believe-" He shook his head and rubbed his face with his hands, "I'm harry."

I smiled faintly, the sirens fading. "Hazel," I waved.

[A;N/ what does the gay horse say? Hayyyyy.

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