Psycho

Chapter 9:

HARRY'S POV

"You're innocent," Hadley had said. Finally someone believed me. Finally someone knew the truth and didn't think I was guilty. I was innocent, and someone finally knew.

I felt tears well up in my eyes and one ran down my cheek. Hadley brought her small hand up to my rough cheek and brushed the tear away. I looked up and smiled at her. She was so beautiful, her light brown hair was coming loose from her bun and falling around her tan face. Her green eyes sparkled, even when she was scared, like she was always curious. She had the most beautiful lips I had ever seen and they completed her beautiful face. But her beauty was deeper than that. It traveled all the way down to her soul and wrapped around it like a child clinging to his mother on the first day of school. She was the kindest person I had ever met and she always took the time to get to know someone. To her, it didn't matter if you were an alleged serial killer/maniac, she would get to know you. Everyday I spend at Ashwood, I feel myself and sanity slowly drifting apart, but she is the rope that helps me pull myself back to it. She's the only person in this entire hell hole that understands me and lets me be who I am without interrogating me or treating me like I'm an animal that needs to be caged. She gets me, and treats me like I'm human. She gives everyone a chance-she gave me a chance.

"Hadley-thank you for giving me a chance and not running out or treating me like I'm a just another insane jack ass running around the halls of Ashwood. Thank you for being here for me. You're the only person here I can talk to and I mean really talk to. You've helped me keep my grip on reality because-if it wasn't for you, I would actually be insane. You're the reason that I don't let the insane part that's inside all of us break free and take control of me. If it weren't for you, that insanity would leak out of the place in my brain where I keep it locked up and it would wrap itself around the rest of my brain. It would leak out of my head and seep into my veins. It would contort my mind into a place of pure malevolent insanity, but thanks to you, it won't. Please Hadley, please don't ever leave me...please...I can't handle another Samantha." Tears were streaming down my face, falling in rivers and pooling in Hadley's lap where my head was resting.

"Harry, I won't leave you. Ever. I won't be another Samantha because I don't think your heart can handle that and mine definitely can't handle losing you." I gasped at her words. What did she mean her heart can't handle losing me? Does she-no she couldn't...could she?

Instead of asking, I kissed her. And she kissed me back. It was our first really passionate kiss. It held so much raw emotion from both of us. It was as if our lips had been waiting to touch for years and they were finally meeting for the first time. It was the best kiss I've ever had. Better than any with Samantha or any other girl that had ever been in my life. It was the best with the best girl because I realised that she is the first girl to actually understand me and accept me-truly accept me for who I am.

HADLEY'S POV

As Harry kissed me, I realized how beautiful he was. His dark curls were soft and I felt they tickled my palms as I ran my hands through his hair. I opened my eyes for a brief second and he opened his. For the split second I had my eyes open, I had seen everything he had been holding back. His gorgeous green eyes were sparkling with all the emotions he had kept under lock and key for so long. I felt his perfect and soft lips against mine and his strong tan arms were around my waist. His beauty went deeper than that though. It had a strong grasp on his warm heart that was so well protected. He was a man who had his heart completely broken and was accused of something so horrid and unspeakable that it made him hide his warmth and mask it with cold. But once you got past that mask, once he let you in, you could see all the pure love he held in his heart. He still loved the world and all the people in it. He still had so much hope for his life and maybe even ours...together.

I knew that no matter what, I would never EVER leave this boy.

I pulled away from his lips and stared into his eyes. I knew that from the moment I saw him, I wouldn't be able to escape the man that is Harry Styles. I didn't know when he said "You're next" that he meant it for my heart, but now I knew...I love Harry Styles and I was ready to let him know.