psy·cho·path [harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15 ;

"Hazel Williams." Frankie stated, eyebrows frowned. I stood just as equally dumbfounded. Small world.

I just stood there with my mouth closed. My eyes snapped to the kitchen door. If she tries to snap my neck I can - "Can the three of you excuse us please. Just for a minute." Frankie asked Garrett, Harry and Lily. A minute is just enough time to kill me. I wouldn't blame her.

They each walked slowly out of the room and down the hall. From the corner of my eye I saw Harry shooting us both confused looks. We both stood until a door slammed down the hall.

Three seconds. Three seconds is all it took the tall brunette to run toward me with ready fists. I of course was prepared and dodged the first attempt of giving me a black eye. I've always been more quick and strong than Frankie. Even though she's older I've always been more nimble.

I held my hands up in surrender. "Listen Frankie let's just -" I was cut off by her sock covered foot slamming into my gut. I stumbled and held my stomach as I coughed hard. "I deserved that," I mumbled bending over to gain my breath back.

I stood back up for her to grab my shoulders and knee me in the groin. Well fuck, I fell to my knees and squeezed my eyes closed. Ouch. "Okay lets just talk this out Frankie." I opened my eyes in time to see her fist coming down on my jaw. I fell back on my butt.

Alright enough of this shit. She lifted her leg and aimed it for my stomach. I ignored the pain and lifted my arm to grab hold of her calf. I twisted and she fell next to me, I jumped on top of her back and grabbed hold of her arms.

"Just fucking calm down will you?" I seethed. The wind knocked out of me though when the bottom of her foot came flying up to the middle of my back. I fell forward off of her.

Jesus I'm rusty at all this shit.

I kicked my leg back into her knee cap and she yelped. I stood off the ground and took a calming breath. Frankie sat seated on the ground holding her knee. Gritting her teeth she spat, "Bitch."

I've been called worse.

"I didn't push hard enough to break your knee cap or anything - just apply ice tonight and it will just be a bit sore in the morning." I told her, my chest rising fast.

"Oh so now you care." She spat, rolling her eyes.

"I don't care actually - never cared. But I don't have a right to lay a finger on you in you're home with you're kid in the next room over." I spoked calmly, eyeing her carefully.

"You've done it before." She stated, standing on shaky legs. She wobbled to the couch and I hesitantly followed behind her.

"I've changed." I stated. Kinda, maybe. Just a little.

"Yeah okay." Frankie rolled her eyes and I narrowed mine at hers.

"Don't act so innocent, you've done the same things as me." I spat, leaning forward to place my elbows on my knees.

"I've never killed anyone." She spat, whispering the words.

"No. But you've helped, and in my book that's the exact same thing as committing the act." My voice was quite. I don't exactly know why. Maybe because the little girl or because of Harry. It was weird though cause I've never been worried about startling anyone.

"You know, fuck you for leaving me when I really fucking needed you." She said running a hand through her hair.

I recalled the memory vividly. It was a mission gone wrong, or thats what Frankie thought. I was to leave Frankie behind for dead. I had specific orders from Marcus to make sure she had no way of getting out of the building so when the bomb went off she'd be left in the flames. So I shot her leg in the crossfire and when she called out for me to help her I didn't even give her a second glance.

"It was just business." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders.

"It was just business," Frankie repeated in a squeal. I almost laughed. "Thats just you're fucking catch phrase isn't it? Your about to shoot some pore bastard in the head, he says please don't, you say, it's just fucking business. I could've died, we were a team." She stared at me as I stared at the coffee table.

"I had orders from Marcus to leave you behind. For what reason I'm not aware of, I didn't ask any questions. I did what I was suppose to do and I'm sorry." I mumbled the last bit and still avoided her fiery gaze.

"What was that? Did hazel williams just apologize?" Frankie grinned and I rubbed my head. Jesus christ I left her for dead and a simple apology is going to make up for it?

"Don't get used to it." I murmured. The corners of my mouth turning up as Frankie laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked.

"Everything I guess. I would have never thought I'd see you again. God I've pictured this moment, except I wasn't laughing I was strangling you." She stated so causally I cringed.

I couldn't help but ask, "Does Harry know? About what you've done?"

Frankie's eyes widened. "God no. I couldn't tell him this - especially after our parents died. He wouldn't know what to do." She paused, "Does he know what you've done?"

"I uh, he thinks I've killed my parents. Believable but not true. I - he doesn't know about anything else." If I were to tell him about all I've done he'd never look at me again.

"Ah, I see." She nodded and I felt a headache coming on. "I think he'd understand though. If you told him about how marcus threatened -" She was cut off by a little girl coming in the room.

I watched as lily ran up and jumped onto Frankie's lap. My heart sunk a little at the sight of mother and daughter. Not only that but happy mother and daughter.

"Uncle Harry and daddy are getting impatient. They said hurry it the hell up!" Frankie's eyes widened but her smile didn't drop. I chuckled.

"Was it uncle Harry who cussed?" Frankie asked. Lily nodded and I snorted. "You go tell them they can come out, I'm going to get started on dinner." Lily nodded and ran back off.

Frankie stood and offered me a hand. I stared at it for a second. "Peace offering," she stated. I grabbed it and stood up.

She let go and walked toward the kitchen. "I'm going to step outside for a second," I told her. She nodded.

"By the way." Frankie called, I stopped. "That bruise forming isn't from me."

I chuckled and nodded. "I fell," I shrugged. Frankie smiled. "And that sore knee," I added and looked towards her expectantly.

"I fell." She shrugged and I smiled.

Lying is honestly sometimes the best policy.

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