psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7 ;

With my knees to my chest and my arms around my shins I sat with Harry on the hood of his car watching the sun rise. My clothes felt damp against my skin and my hair laid matted against my face in tangled knots.

"So tell me something about yourself-" I broke the silence - my chin rested against the tops of my knees. My eyes scanning the horizon beyond the lake.

"There's not much to know - two parents - one sister - and a dog named Clifford." Harry spoke softly - his words drawing out slowly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him sitting cross legged - eyes ahead of him.

"You named your dog Clifford? How original." I took my bottom lip between my teeth and waited for Harry to respond.

"I was a fan when I was six." Harry stated - chuckling slightly.

"So your mom and dad then, where are they?" I asked - genuinely wanting to know. For a odd reason I actually wanted to get to know Harry - I've never really wanted to get to know someone before.

"I Uh-" Harry stuttered - stumbling over his words. I snapped my eyes to him and saw his brows furrowed - green eyes slightly red. "They're dead."

I lifted my head from my knees - turning my head to the right fully to see Harry biting hard into his bottom lip. I didn't know what to say, my throat felt tight and the backs of my eyes burned.

"Oh. I - how?" I asked - completely knowing I was crossing boundaries. I wanted to know though - a part of me wondered if he was cocky to hide his real feelings.

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry responded sharply. His eyes were narrowed out into the distance - his jaw tense.

"What about your sister then?" I asked - I could since that I was stepping on broken glass - but I really wanted to know.

"She's alive," Harry responded simply - yet harshly. "Where is she than?" I stupidly asked. "I don't want to talk about it!" Harry snapped - I shut up.

We stayed silent for a long while - both of us watching the sun rise without a word. There was a strange piece of me that felt like I owed Harry a piece of my past as well - even though I didn't. It was like an itch - I wanted to tell him all about my life - but didn't.

"I Uh - my parents are dead too." I mentally slapped myself for saying such a stupid thing - of course he knew that - he thinks I killed them.

I stared at him dumbly waiting for a reply. He finally looked at me with squinted eyes - "I know that hazel."

"I had a dog when I was 12 - my dad didn't know and when he found out he took it out back and shot it." My chest ached at the memory.

"That's awful -" Harry said - staring at me with guarded eyes. I nodded, "I know."

And then we were silent again. Not the awkward silence but the silence where there's nothing more that needs to be said.

"You know hazel - I think bad things happen for a reason." Harrys face stayed passive - my walls stood high.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"They happen to make the weak people stronger - I think."

"I was never weak - Harry." My life growing up was all together bad - I've never had a chance to be weak.

"Good then - feeling powerless and weak is the worst feeling ever. Some people have to learn how to be strong - because that curve ball you were talking about ruins your entire life. The most bad thing someone can experience is the moment in someone's life when they have to watch their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly."

There was a part of me that felt bad for Harry - I grew up strong - I knew how to take a bullet. Harry had to learn - and I suppose learning is much harder than already knowing.

Flashback

"Your a very strong girl hazel. Your parents raised you well."

My insides twisted and I struggled against the rope that tied me to the wooden chair. Blood dripped from my mouth down onto the pale brown carpet.

"There's something about you - I feel like you have good in you. Somewhere deep down in you there's a little speck of good."

Sweat covered my forehead as I struggled harder against the rope. Everything seemed distant - the ringing in my ears getting louder as I tried to take in the bloody sight around me.

"That's what worries me hazel - bad guys cant ever be good."

I felt lightheaded - my bones getting weaker by the second. Warm breath fanned over my face, "That's why I'm going to rip every last shred of good out sweetheart."

And all I could was sit emotionlessly as my entire world crumbled around me.

Flashback over ;

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