psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6 ;

Flashback

"This is Jamie - hazel. Say hello to our guest sweetheart." Marcus stood by the sobbing girl. Her makeup was smudged down her face and her blue hair was in knots.

I stood with my eyes wide - chase stood directly beside me. I looked up toward chase for any indication as to why they had a tied up girl in one of their bedrooms. Chase looked down at me - his face held no emotion and he shook his head almost to tell me to just stand there and look pretty.

A screech tore from the skinny looking woman as Marcus ripped the tape from her mouth. Her lips were tainted red from blood.

"Please - help me - please!" She stared straight at me as she asked for help. I wanted so bad to help her as Marcus pulled a gun from his combat boot. Just as I moved forward chase pulled me back and held to my arm.

I was speechless - my throat was dry and I frantically moved my eyes around the room to evaluate everyones reactions. They all stared passive at the young woman while I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights - fear probably tainted my features.

I was scared for the young woman named Jamie.

"Hazel -" Marcus snapped, I diverted my eyes to him. "This is what happens when people break their promises."

I turned just in time as the bullet went straight through the girls head.

Flashback over

"Hazel?" Harry drew on. I snapped my eyes away from the now empty plate in front of me to the man sitting in front of me.

"Yeah? Huh?" I asked, frowning my brows. I could still feel the blood that splattered on my neck - I shivered.

"You always space out like that. Do you have your own little world or something?" His plump lips wrapped around the straw he was drinking his milk from and he pushed the now empty plate away from him.

"Everyone does," I shrugged. My eyes wandering to the pretty white house again that hung in a picture on the wall.

"I suppose your right." Harry stated, slurping the rest of his milk then opening his mouth to release a belch. I scrubbed up my nose and rolled my eyes.

"Let's go back to your place now," I said standing from the booth - reaching my hand into my pocket to drop the twenty on the table that harry gave me earlier.

"Woah - Woah - I don't fuck on the first date madam." He stood and pulled out his wallet setting a twenty of the table and reaching down to give mine back. I hid my smile and tucked the twenty back into my front pocket.

"I have a feeling you would fuck on the first date Harry."

"So vulgar - don't women call it 'making love' or some shit?"

I scrunched up my nose and followed him outside to his car. "Some might but I don't. I find that term a bit creepy."

Harry bent down close to my ear and whispered hotly - "Come on baby - let's make love."

I felt my cheeks heat up and my insides get warm. On his tongue it sounds quite perfect actually - I mentally scolded myself. "Still creepy," I stated.

"Yeah right - your probably getting all hot for me right now." Harry smirked cockily down at me and I could feel my stomach twisting.

"In your dreams styles," I said getting into the car. Harry laughed.

He started the car then turned toward me. "How about we go swimming?"

I stared at him with raised brows, "I'm not going swimming at five in the morning Harry. Plus it's November and cold as shit."