psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4 ;

My throat burned as I downed the last shot in front of me. The back of my hand came up and I wiped my mouth. My eyesight was already getting a bit blurry and my mind a bit hazy.

As I slammed the empty shot glass down I turned my head towards a surprised looking Harry and smirked. "Didn't think I could actually do it big boy? Pay up I want my 20 bucks."

I turned my bar stool towards Harry and watched on as he huffed out a sigh and rolled his eyes. As he reached into his back pocket for his wallet he said, "I'm just surprised because girls usually cant do that many shots."

"It was only eleven." I stated - confused.

"Only? Jesus hazel, most girls drink those frilly cocktails with the umbrella sticking out the side." He pulled a twenty out of his wallet and handed it to me, I snatched it and put it in my front pocket.

"Well Harold as you have learned I'm not like most girls." My face remained neutral, my eyes emotionless as always.

"Yeah, your obviously a freak killer."

I gritted my teeth and saw red as I snapped my head back to the curly haired asshole. The alcohol wasn't helping my anger. "What did you fucking say?"

He raised his hands in defense, "Sorry - I'll stop saying that."

I started mumbling how much of a douche he was under my breath and out of the corner of my eye I could see him grin.

My mumbling stopped however as over the loud speaker a deep voice said - "Up next - Candy. Shes a real treat everybody."

People started whooping and whistling - clapping sounded from all around me and vulgar music blasted through the loud speakers.

My eyes met Harrys momentarily and he's cheeks were red, his eyes squinted. He was looking at me however not whoever was working the stage.

He had brought me into the strippers club and offered to buy me a drink after he saw me outside. I declined and called him a asshole - he insisted. I wouldn't pass up a free drink any day so I complied.

I raised a brow and he dropped his head to his lap. I turned my chair the rest of the way and saw a half naked girl working the stage. Her hair was bright red, curly and wild. She wore a blue corset and a black thong. Her lips were painted red - brighter than her hair. Her body was skinny - kinda sickly skinny. Her thighs far from touching - her arms boney and long.

I took a wild guess and turned my head toward Harry - "That your girlfriend up there?" His stool was now facing the stage just like mine. His eyes glued to the ginger. He nodded his head - almost embarrassed.

"This just gets better and better." I laughed - my head tipped back and Harry stared at me in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"First-" I said calming down, a smile still on my face - "She's a stripper - and then a ginger with no ass? Id picture you as a blonde bimbo type of guy."

"Fuck off," he snapped, rolling his eyes. "At least she's pretty," he spat but I kept smiling.

"Ouch - that's harsh." I smiled in his direction. He kept his eyes down and tried his best not to smile, "She looks like road kill Harold."

He sighed and looked at me - finally smiling. "I know," he stated. "But she's actually kinda nice and I don't have the heart to break up with her."

"You have a heart? What - from the start I thought you were just a heartless pig. What a plot twist huh." He tipped his head back and laughed - it was a beautiful sound.

"Im actually a pretty good guy when you get to know me." He smiled and it went to his eyes. It made my heart warm just a little bit and I couldn't help but smile a bit brighter.

"Then I guess I'll just have to get to know you then." I shrugged and turned back around in my stool, away from dancing candy. I picked up my water and took a sip.

"I guess you will." He shrugged, picking up his whiskey and sipping on it.

I smiled and shook my head. Harry spoke up, "You need a place to stay tonight?" My blue eyes moved toward Harry where he stood and put on his trench coat.

"Depends if candy and you are going to be goin at it, I'm not in the mood for a night of that." I bit my bottom lip to hide my smile, Harry rolled his eyes and started to button his jacket.

"Candice is her actual name and no - shes going home with a friend tonight." Harry stood with his eyes on me - candy still dancing.

"She wouldn't mind?" I asked.

"It's not like were going to be sleeping together hazel." He rolled his eyes and I laughed.

It might have been the alcohol talking (it was) but I said - "Oh just wait to you see all of this -" I motioned with my hands all around my sitting form, "naked, you'll be all over me."

Harry chuckled and pulled my arm until I was standing - "Whatever you say hot shot."

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Harry held my arm as I laid back into the bed. He reached down and pulled my old converse off, he tossed them to the ground and I pulled the blankets up over me to my chin. I rolled to my side and tilted my head up to face Harry.

"You look innocent." Harry stated leaning his back against the wall. His eyes focused on my face.

"Don't I always?" I slurred, smiling sleepily.

"No-" He laughed. "Go to sleep hazel - your drunk." He smiled and walked toward the door. He shut off the light and and opened the door. I called his name through the darkness. "Yeah?" He asked.

"Do you really think I'm a killer Harry?" My mind was fuzzy and I felt like I could cry. I honestly hated how people thought I was a killer.

Silence filled the room, "I don't know what to believe anymore hazel." He sounded confused, I squeezed my eyes closed and chuckled.

"Oh," I stated, yawning.

"Goodnight hazel," he said - then closed the door softly.

I shut my eyes and tried to sleep - but in the darkness I lost myself. I tossed and turned trying to remember who I really was.

[a/n; hola.

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