psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5 ;

Flashback

"Hey Marcus, this is my little sister hazel." Chase and I stood in a dark room. A worn couch sat in the corner of the room against the wall. The windows covered in black blankets. My eyes scanned the four grown men in front of me - the one who I assumed was Marcus was glaring at chase.

"Why would you bring her along on something like this man? She's just a girl - this is stuff men do. What if she tells?" His voice was deep and it sent shivers down my 14 year old spine.

"I won't tell - and I can to handle it." I huffed out. I wasn't going to let this greasy haired moron tell me I wasn't worthy because I was a girl. I had seen a lot for just being 14.

"Fine-" he snapped, glaring at me. "But if I find out she told one person - even a friend" he looked back toward me - "Your dead."

Flashback over

I sat up in bed - sweat coating my forehead as I breathed heavily. My chest burned and my head replayed thoughts of the haunting night.

"Hazel?"

My eyes snapped up to the Harry where he stood with his shoulder leaning against the wall closest to my bed. He wore pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips - his chest bare. I tried not to notice the hair peeking out of the top of his pants and the tattoos that littered his body. I looked down and noticed I was still in my jeans and flannel.

"What the hell? How long have you been standing there?" I questioned - brows raised.

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. Bags were prominent under his green eyes - I could tell he was tired. "I could hear you screaming from my room. I came in hear to see what was wrong - it was only a few minutes ago."

"A few minutes ago? Why didn't you wake me up?" I sat up a little straighter and pushed the hair matted to my forehead away.

He shrugged, "I don't know - it could have been a nightmare - it could have been a wet dream."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks," I said sarcastically. "So you just stood there and stared at me? How non-creepy of you Harry."

"Whatever -" he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Lets go get breakfast since you woke me up and I can't go back to sleep."

My eyes traveled to the clock the hung high on the opposite wall from me. "It's four in the morning harry." I could feel my brain completely awake now - images of my nightmare still fresh.

"So -" he shrugged, "I know a place - and you owe me for waking me up at four in the morning with your screaming."

I sighed and threw the covers away from my numb legs. "Fine - let's go."

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I shoveled bits of egg into my mouth as my mind whirled. My eyes squinted as I stared at the breakfast filled plate in front of me. Images of that night - my nightmare still flashed before my eyes. The girl with the dark blue hair and crying red eyes popped into my head and I closed my eyes quickly - shaking my head clear of the image.

"So it was a nightmare I'm assuming." Harry assessed sitting across from me on the pale blue booth. He ate pancakes with whipped cream and sprinkles ( I had made fun of him when he ordered - secretly though I loved how he was an adult ordering off the kids menu ) his cheeks pink and eyes dreary. He had thrown on a sweatshirt and slippers then drove us downtown to an almost empty 24 hour dinner - an old man with coffee sat in the corner reading a book.

I slowed my chewing and eyed him warily. "What was it about then?" Harry asked sipping on his milk.

"Nothing -" I mumbled, shoveling more food into my mouth. I focused my vision behind him. At the pale red wall where a picture of a pretty white house hung.

"Now I know thats not true - why not tell me. I'm all up for a scary story." Harry leaned a bit forward and I shook my head slowly.

"You want a scary story?" I asked, my voice hard and unwavering. He nodded. "Life," I answered.

"Huh? Thats not much of a story hazel."

"Life Harry - your own life - your own story. Life is scary because you never know whats going to be thrown your way. Life is all about growing up and getting married - having kids and finding a good job. It seems like its all set up for you and everything is just going to be okay and then life throws you a curve ball and fucks up everything. Life is just a whole big plot - nothings ever as it seems."

Harrys gulped and I shoveled more food in my mouth to stop myself from letting myself break - I could feel my throat burn and the backs of my eyes burn as well. I looked down at my plate and kept eating.

"That is scary," Harry stated. "But you know what's even scarier?"

I looked up at him. "Life is a big whole story - everyone has their own - but if we had our whole life planned out and nothing ever changed - there were no curve balls - it would be a bit boring don't you think? You would know what happened, there would be no suspense or surprise. I think it would be scarier to know what's going to happen then not knowing - then you have to wait for your world to crumble - not knowing - it hurts a little less don't you think? You'd spend more time mourning."

I swallowed hard and stared at Harry as he sat staring right back at me. His eyes were a darker red now - his forehead a little more frowned.

"That is scarier -" I nodded. "Who knew you would have such deep words."

"You don't know a lot about me hazel williams."

"And you don't know much about me either - Harrys styles."

And in a weird way I wanted to get to know him - he was just enough weird to be interesting.

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