Psychopath (Harry Styles Fanfic)

episode nine

Btw, a word of warning: if you're uncomfortable with bizarre kinks and stuff like that, I suggest you back off right this instant.

                                                              [ nine ]

Evelyn.

Tyler - he was there.

I could see him through the corner of my eye, watching intently and seemingly pleading for me to reciprocate his eye contact. However, my gaze was fixed on the pile of books that I was rummaging inside my locker, and it stayed that way until I shut it close. For a split of a second, I found myself returning his regard but immediately shifted my attention to someplace else.

The situation I was currently in was like that of a child who wants nothing more than to play with her favorite toy; a toy she has been playing with for years now. And although it was just a mere inanimate object, she had built a bond with it - a strong sentiment. The possibility of losing her toy had crossed her mind, but she never thought that she'd lose it because of something so cruel. Just like that, an adult of authority suddenly tells her to stop playing with the toy for good. That toy is capable of inflicting harm to you, the adult would say. Instinctively, the child would rebel since she knew very well that her toy was anything but harm to her. Stop playing with it, or I'll destroy it right in front of your eyes.

That was all it took. Those few words were all it took for the child to actually obey the adult's cruel orders. She'd much rather see her toy safe and intact even if it meant she would have to stop playing with it.

It was very tempting; to stop avoiding Tyler, that is. The urge to talk to him was there - it always has been; only this time, it was buried by my fears and anxieties of having him seen hurt and in pain again. As I turned away, his presence was slowly fading through the hectic crowd in the hallway; I could feel it. And in that instance I swear I heard him call my name from a distance. It was faint and barely audible. "Evelyn!"

There was one thing that was constantly running through my mind as I worked my way out of the school building. I was not the same Evelyn anymore. At least that was what I felt like. I wasn't the same Evelyn who tried to be resilient after she lost her mother. I felt like I wasn't strong enough to pick myself up anymore. In fact, I felt like a rag doll.

My black converse sounded harsh against the concrete ground as I came to a sudden stop. A familiar silver vehicle had parked in front of the building. I stood there, stationary only to see the window rolling down, revealing a lanky figure wearing heavily tinted shades.

That was the man made me feel like a rag doll.

He turned me into the wreck that I was now.

I'm picking you up at school starting today. His words from this morning suddenly seeped in my thoughts. I knew it was partly Dad's orders, but it was evident that Harry had convinced Dad to let him pick me up.

"Evelyn, get in." He ordered. His tone was rigid, but it didn't sound too harsh as I expected it to be. He cracked the smallest smile, his lips tugging slightly on one corner as I opened the door with much hesitation. For a moment, I actually thought he was gesturing towards me, but when I traced his gaze, they led me to a bunch of swooning girls beside the vehicle. And then it was there that I realized that I was wrong. He wasn't smiling at me. He was smiling at them.

Figures.

I got in the car and sat beside the driver's seat, shutting the door in an instant. And as if on cue, Harry's smile disappeared. As we drove by the same hormonal teenage girls, he huffed audibly, his eyes straight ahead and his hands on the wheel. I could tell he was amused by the temporary attention he got although it meant nothing to him.