psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 ;

Flashback

My hair was damp - my jeans and T-shirt clung to my body. Black makeup stained under my eyes from the rain. With my knees to my chest and my back resting against the brick wall I stared at the people hurrying down the busy street.

"What do you think that old mans story is?"

My blue eyes snapped to my brother sitting next to me, one knee to his chest and the other laying flat to the sidewalk. I raised an eyebrow and followed his line of sight to see an old man with a dark black long beard sitting across the street at a cafe'.

I didn't say anything for a long time and neither did chase - he spoke up after awhile. "Two kids - grown and out of the house, don't talk to him though. His wife's probably dead, he probably messed up somewhere along the line and ended up alone."

"What makes you think that?" I questioned, my voice hoarse from the humidity.

"It's Sunday morning - Sundays a day for family and shit. He's sitting all alone, no newspaper or book. He's probably just thinking about all the times he went wrong - probably has grandchildren and his kids won't let him see them."

His words went in one ear and out the other however - I was only 12 - I knew how the world worked and functioned. I tried to see the world for only it's beauty - but it was hard when I had to go home every day to absolute destruction.

I shouldn't have known have the things I did and I shouldn't have felt the way i did - no kid should feel broken inside.

"Oh," was all I said. I knew that chase could be wrong, for all we know that old man could be waiting on someone.

But as chase and i sat there all day, people came an left - the old man stayed. No newspaper - no book. I started to feel bad for the man - because as time passed he looked more and more alone.

As dawn turned to dusk the old man left with his hands in his pockets and his head down. I watched him walk down the street until he was out of sight - I watched people bump into him and push him out of the way. It was like he was invisible.

"You know hazel," chase started standing up - I stood with him and brushed the dirt off my bum - "Anyone of these people could be the most broken person on earth and we would never know."

That sentence didn't go in one ear and out the other - that statement stayed in the back of my mind, I wasn't sure id ever forget it.

Flashback over

I walked down the empty street - darkness loomed over me, not only mentally but physically because it was past midnight and I could see the moon up in the sky.

My feet ached from walking around all day - I blamed the curly haired bastard. I stopped in front of a brick building a sign with neon lights that said 'Ladies palace 18+'.

I slid down the wall onto the cold hard ground. I pulled my legs to my chest and rested my chin on my knees. The air was cold - and much to my luck it started rain started coming down slowly.

My mind was always full of thoughts - my head always on the verge of exploding. But tonight I was empty, not a single thought crossed my mind. It scared me because I could never get my brain to stop working.

I watched with emotionless eyes as a old woman, around 50 walked down the street. Her feet moved slow and her grey hair blew backwards in the wind.

I wondered for a moment what her story was, I was about to come up with a scenario when a deep voice echoed around me.

"Hazel?" I groaned at the familiar tone. Deep and raspy - fucking British accent.

My eyes snapped to the tall lanky man that stood right by the door that - I assumed - lead too a handful of half naked woman dancing on poles.

His dark brown curly hair was pushed back into a grey hat, he wore a trench coat and black boots. "Yeah?" I questioned, I knew who he was - why say his name if it tasted bitter on my tongue.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned with raised eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and caught a glimpse of the old lady again.

"I don't have a place to go. Remember? Why are you here? Your girlfriend wouldn't give you any?" I didn't smirk, my face stayed emotionless as I stared at him - but it almost looked as if I were staring through him.

He noticed and shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Ha-ha," he sarcastically laughed, "My girlfriend works here. I was just dropping her off."

I almost laughed. "Your girlfriends a stripper?" My voice this time however was laced with humor.

If looks could kill, I'd be dead. "Don't judge." He snapped.

"I would never," I stated quite seriously. I meant it too - everybody makes mistakes.

I looked back at the lady across the street, still waddling slowly. The rain started to get a bit heavier.

"What are you staring at?" Harry questioned.

I smiled sadly - "What do you think that lady's story is?" My mind filled with memories of my brother ; it hurt but my head was no longer empty.

My eyes didn't move from the lady, even through the dark I could see her pale cheeks and red nose. I waited for a response but didn't get one - I waited for him to walk away, he didn't.

"Her husband just passed a couple of weeks ago, she's walking alone right now because her kids are to scared to face her - that can't stand that now they only have their mom. She walks alone every-night to try to remember him better but all she's doing is forgetting him a little more each time she feels pain."

Harry stayed silent for a long time - so did I. The rain got heavier and I still sat on the ground, my hair getting matted to my face. I watched as the old lady finally made her was down the street and turned to corner, I almost wanted to follow her. To ask her if I was right, but it was all about the mystery. The idea of you being right or wrong. It helped your imagination go wild.

Finally Harry spoke, "I Uh - oh." He was confused and it reminded me of how I was when I sat with my brother at the age of 12.

I stood up and turned toward Harry, his hat was soaked and his hands were snug in his pockets. Water dripped down his nose. "You know," I thought back to what my brother had said, "You could walk by - or talk to the most broken person on earth and you would never know."

"I honestly think Im talking to the most broken person on earth right now," Harry stated. And for the first time I saw him smile softly.

I shook my head and smiled, "You don't know that - I could be extremely happy. It's all a mystery Harry ; life is just a mystery."

And there was a small part of me that hoped my mystery of life had a happy ending.

[a;n/ this ones for you cora.

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