psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13 ;

"He had a gun!" Harry shouted, eyes wide. With his arms swinging wildly all over the place he stood in the living room.

"That's not the point Harry. Marcus is after me, he wants me dead." I ran a hand over my face. This is all becoming to much, I should just turn myself in and tell the police about Marcus and his gang.

"Why? What are you going to do?" Harry asked with concern in his eyes.

The last time I saw someone with concern in their eyes was back when chase was alive. My parents were never really concerned about me, chase was the only one who really was concerned about my well being. Confusing though how he let me join marcus and his gang but he always had my back and I'll never forget that.

Why is Harry concerned about me though? "I - I have to leave that's all I know." With one last glance at Harrys rigid form I turned on my heel and walked off to the guest bedroom.

I tossed the door open and grabbed the duffel bag laying on the floor. With shaking hands I threw all of my clothes messily into the bag.

Where am I going to go? With the police and marcus on my tail now things won't be so easy. I suppose nothings really been easy for me anyways.

"So you're just going to run away then?" Harrys voice startled me and I jumped. With both his hands in his front pockets he stood with a look on his face I couldn't quite read.

I forced out a dry laugh. "What else am I suppose to do? Hide out with you until marcus realizes I'm staying here? He's not dumb Harry, if I stay here you could die."

"I - Well then I'm going with you." Harry stated, I almost choked. I stopped zipping up the black worn out bag and looked at Harry with narrowed eyes.

"You are not going with me Harry." I states firmly, my lips turned down into a frown.

"Why not?" Harry asked. I almost wanted to walk over to him and smack him upside the head.

"First, I've only known you for about two weeks. It was very kind of you to let me stay here. Second, I will not be the reason you become endangered. I like you and refuse to bring you into this life." My voice raised towards the end. Why the hell would he want to go with me? Is he crazy? Marcus is actually pretty bright and when he finds out Harry was even near me more than 24 hours he won't hesitate to put a bullet through his head. I can't be the reason Harrys life is endangered.

"You cannot decide what I do hazel. I want to go with you." Harrys arms were planted firm by his sides. With his eyebrows frowned he actually looked scary. I didn't even flinch when he took a step forward. I'd seen scarier.

"Why the hell do you want to go with me? Do you have any idea what your getting yourself into Harry? If we were to get caught you'd get thrown in prison 25 to life for helping a criminal. If marcus gets to us first he'll kill you without a second thought. You do not understand what your getting yourself into." I stopped and took a deep breath, hell earlier when I mentioned a gun he nearly shit himself.

"Harry just think about -" A soft pair of lips landed on mine before I could finish my sentence. My breath hitched in my throat as Harrys lips stayed firmly planted on mine. Harrys hands raised and found a place on either side of my head. Mine stayed limp by my side.

With his lips still on mine he raised his thumb to smooth over the crease in my forehead. I opened my eyes. "You're thinking to much," he mumbled against my lips, "Don't think."

Within seconds are lips were moving in sync. My hands finally raised and rested on his firm chest. His lips were the perfect combination of plump and soft. It has been such a long time since I've kissed a boy. It has also been a long time since my heart has beat this fast, I gasped. Harrys tongue made it's way into my mouth and my stomach twisted.