Hide & Clap (Harry Styles)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

•Harry's POV•

I had laid her down on the ground earlier when she got beaten by some fucking demons. They need her and yet they had almost killed her. Who the fuck does that?

As I had heard angry whispers in my ear, I knew that they were pissed off by my actions earlier. I had never saved a human being beaten by them. But this time, they needed her. They need to fucking think sometime.

"Shut up." I demanded, as I covered my ears using my large hands. I enjoy watching humans die and suffer in pain. I enjoy them begging for help, and mercy.

Because when I needed one, nobody did a fucking thing.

•Flashback•

"Drink your damn pills, Harold." The nurse said through gritted teeth.

I shook my head with a loud chuckle. "I told you. I ain't crazy, Barbara." I said.

"Well Harold, you're inside a mental institution with a lot of insane criminals. And you, young man, are one of them." She fired back.

I was about to say something. I was. But I had felt something weird inside my system. I could hear noises and whispers inside my head.

But when I look at her, it became clear. I knew what she was thinking. I knew what She's feeling. I knew everything about her private life.

"You're thinking of your Husband, aren't you?" I asked, smiling. She glanced to me, as if she had felt guilty about it.

"Harold, I'm not playing games."

"He cheated on you, am I right?" I asked. "He cheated on you, with your sister." I whispered in delight. I didn't care if they were going to punish me. They always do.

"Go to hell." She stated. I laughed as I stood up.

"I was born in hell, bitch." I clearly spoke. I pushed her against my cell door, hearing her bones break as I tightened the grip of her arms. She screamed in pain, as I smiled; watching her shatter in my hands.

"It feels painful, right?" I asked.

"HELP!" She screamed. I could feel my body getting stronger as she fell down on the cold hard ground.

Killing had been the key to escape.

I was thinking of running away from all this bullshit and live a new life.

But something held me back. Instead of going to the goddamn airport and pretend to be someone, I was led to a very dark cave.

When I reached the deepest part of the area, I heard a whisper. "I've been watching you. . ."

"Who the fuck are you?" I yelled, glancing everywhere.

I gave up searching for the person who whispered, and heard another one again. "You can't see me. . ."

"You ain't John fucking Cena!" I yelled again.

"I gave you power you little shit! You follow my rules or you shall die in vain!" It growled. The growl had sounded like a demonic yell.

"YOU DON'T OWN MY FUCKING LIFE!" I screamed. Trying to prove my goddamn point.

"Bitch!" It yelled, slapping me across the face. It hadn't felt like a normal slap. It stings more than a girl's slap. It felt like it was burning my skin. Literally.

I did tried to escape this fucking place. But they were searching for me. And it did took a long while for me to realize that I really do belong here. Nothing made sense until I saw a little girl, playing a little game.

•End of Flashback•

I leant back against the wall, tucking my right knee to my chest as I ran my hand through my hair. She looks like an angel, especially when She's sleeping.

She's dreaming about her shitty little family running through the sunset. She has got to wake up from that fantasy. Because now that She's mine, there's no way back.