Psycho Sitter - Harry Styles COMPLETED

18.✔

Cassandra's POV

I stood in the middle of the room staring at the bed then looking around hoping to find some kind of small couch or even a chair, anything, anything would be better than sharing a bed with that cruel man who sent my little brother off to God knows where.

"Well don't just stand there." Harry said snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Uh... Yeah." I said walking over to the bed and sitting down as far away from the curly one as I could.

"Don't be so distant." He said scooting closer 'til his thigh was touching mine.

I stood up as soon as I felt the contact.

"I-I'm g-going t-to t-take a s-shower." I said and ran off to the bathroom locking the door behind me.

The bathroom wasn't terribly dirty but you could still see hair all over the floor and counter. I quickly stripped from my clothes and turned the shower getting in the steaming hot water relaxing my muscles. When I had washed my hair with some shampoo I grabbed the bar of soap and started cleaning myself. After rinsing off I got out and grabbed a towel from under the sink and begin to dry my body, I quickly realized that I hadn't brought any clothes in the bathroom with me. I wasn't about to put on my old ones, I could either go out there in my towel and run to get them hoping Harry doesn't see or I could ask him to bring me some.

I'm to afraid to run out there for he would probably try and pull down the fabric which covers my body so I decide that I would just ask him to bring me some clothes. I slowly unlock the door and crack it open just enough so I can see he is spread out on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

"H-Harry..." I trailed off in a quiet voice, he raised up from the bed looking at me through the crack in the door.

"Yes Cassie." He said smirking, God I hate when he calls me that.

"Uh, c-could you bring me some clothes?" I stuttered like an idiot.

He got off the bed saying,

"Sure thing love." I watched as he walked over to my suitcase that I had packed earlier.

He unzipped it digging through and after about three minutes of him just looking through my clothes he walked over to the door.

"Here." he said looking me straight in the eyes until his green pools diverted their attention down ward.

I snatch my clothes from him and try shutting the door only for it to be caught. I look up to see Harry's foot in the way of the door.

"Move please." I whispered not looking away from his black shoe.

"Don't be too long baby." His words angered me.

I wasn't his 'baby' or 'love', he moved his foot out of the way. I quickly shut the door locking it then dropping the towel I picked up the bra and panties he had picked out for me. They were my black lacing ones with open sides. The bra was solid jet black except the straps which were black with little jewels running up and down the thin straps. I quickly put them on not being able to do anything about them, I should have known that he would pick them. I slipped the shorts on I see he had found buried deep down in my suitcase.

I put the sweat shirt on then walked back out to see the over head light was off, the only light being the lamp on the nightstand. Harry has his back to me. I walk over to the bed slowly getting in moving as far away from him as I could get, as much as I hated that I have to sleep with him I knew there is nowhere else I could go. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling not really thinking about anything. I felt the bed move and see Harry is up and walking over to his jacket pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He lays them down on the nightstand beside me and lifts his shirt over his head. I couldn't help but look, he has tattoos running up his neck, I spotted the 'I'm sorry' one on his collar bone.

"Like what you see?" Harry asked looking down at me smirking again.

"Uh..." I didn't know what to say so I just looked away and kept my eyes on the ceiling.

A few seconds later I felt the bed dip down. I look at Harry from the corner of my eye to see he was lighting a cigarette.

"You want one or something?" He asked looking over at me.

"N-no. No." I quickly said.

"Goody goody." He said under his breath.

"Yes, yes I am." I proudly said, I wasn't ashamed of being a 'goody goody'.

It was silent for probably ten minutes before I decided to ask a brave question for me.

"Harry."

"Yes?" He replied turning his body so he was facing me.

"Um, w-what does your tattoo mean?..." I asked shyly hoping not to anger him.

"Which one? I have a few." He laughed.

"T-the one that says 'I'm sorry'." His face went hard and he stopped moving.

"It's kind of my way of saying sorry... For things I've done." He said looking away from me.

"Is there one thing in particular?" I bravely pushed further.

"Sort of." He simply said.

"I got it after I killed my father."

"W-why did you k-kill your f-father?" I stuttered out now regretting sharing a bed with him.

"Reasons. Now go to sleep." he bluntly said.

I did what I was told and turned on my side with my back facing him.

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But I'll say one thing Paintball is a bad word I just went and my leg is like on fire and there's blood under the skin and it's all raised up :/