Psychopath (Harry Styles Fanfic)

episode four

                                                              [ four ]

Evelyn.

"See you next week, Evelyn."

"Thank you, Mrs. Evans." I flashed a soft smile before closing the door behind me.

My visits to the guidance counselor had been frequent ever since last month. Our school was very keen on handling depression among their students. In fact, majority of the students were clean - let alone the other ones who chose to be otherwise.

The past month had been difficult for me. I bet anyone else out there who would undergo a big loss would feel the same. Yes, depression hit me, and it hit me hard. There was even a point wherein crying seemed as if it wasn't enough to make me feel better. Eventually, the idea of cutting or engaging in whatsoever acts that involved self-harm crossed my mind once or twice. It was a battle between my weak and depressed state versus the resiliency that was buried at the back of my mind.

And just like a real battle, I needed people to back me up - my friends, family, and Tyler.

Up until now, the scar that was left inside me was still fresh, and that scar held feelings of pain and misery that weakened me to the bones. But slowly, the pain was becoming tolerable. Rather, I was gradually learning to accept the hurt it possessed.

I was moving on.

"What's with that look?" I asked Tyler who had his lips curved up into a wry smile. He stood there with his hands dug inside the pockets of his jeans, his eyes glistening with excitement.

"I'm not going to walk you home today," he stated simply, his smile still in place.

I scowled, completely perplexed by his words. My mouth fell agape as I felt the urge to question his peculiar statement, but before I could say a word, he pulled out one hand from his pocket only to reveal a jiggling car key. "I'm going to drive you home."

"But I thought you wouldn't get your own car till Christmas?"

His smile disappeared, a slight frown replacing it. "Well, technically, this isn't my car," He said. "Steven gave me permission to drive his Volvo for a day."

I gasped breathlessly, "Well, that's a first. Isn't he going to use it?"

"Nope," he shook his head, almost proudly. "See, I did him a favor, and... you could say we did a little negotiating."

Truth be told, I was just as excited as Tyler was, but there was still a part of me that doubted things. Once again, paranoia was coming to me like a thief in the night. During situations like this, I tend to think of the different possibilities that would happen to us if Tyler would drive me home.

"Don't worry, I brought my license." He was almost quick to notice my doubtfulness. "And, I promise I won't drive too fast. "

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"Isn't it cool?" Tyler asked, his eyes shifting to my own then back to the road. My thoughts wandered off for a while as I watched him smile with content and excitement in his eyes. He was like a satisfied child who had just gotten a new toy of some sort.

"It is," I replied, smiling.

The car's seats were covered in black leather, and its windows only had a very slight tint to it. Tyler's brother seemed like a very organized person. There was not a single clutter that was seen, and it was only a while ago that he told me his brother had a strict policy of not eating inside his sleek vehicle.