GUYS, I READ THE NEW PSYCHOTIC UPDATE A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO, AND I DIED. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT PSYCHOTIC IS, YOU HAVE TO READ IT OMF.
SORRY THE CHAPTERS ARE SHORT. THEY GET LONGER, BETTER, AND MORE INTERESTING AS WE GO ON. I KNOW MY STORY SEEMS CRAPPY, BUT BARE WITH ME. :)
ALSO, WATTPAD HAS BEEN GIVING ME ISSUES SO I APOLOGIZE IF THERE IS EXTRA SPACES / NO SPACES BETWEEN WORDS
LAST THING: I'M AMERICAN, SO IT MAY OR MAY NOT SOUND LIKE ROSE AND HARRY ARE BRITISH, BECAUSE I MOSTLY USE THE AMERICAN SPELLINGS OF WORDS ( "COLOR" INSTEAD OF "COLOUR" ETC. ) SO KEEP IN MIND THAT THEY ARE BRITISH. LOL.
LOVE YOU.
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Rose
"What is this?" I asked Harry, "your house?"
"Not exactly." he replied. I could tell he was annoyed with my constant talking, but it's a habit, and I couldn't give less of a fuck about how he feels.
"Are we going in there?" I asked, hoping that he would say no. The house looked like something from a horror film. It was bad enough that I was in the presence of a killer.
"Rose, stop with the questions." he said, sternly. I complied, but only because he did not call me Rosie again.
Harry bit on his lip piercing, as if he was deep in thought. With the help of the dim lighting in the area, I could see two eyebrow piercings, in addition to his lip piercing. (A/N I forgot to add earlier that he had piercings lolol)
I gasped loudly, as I saw a silhouette approach us. "Harry," I whispered, grabbing his arm, and pointing at the unidentified figure.
"Rose, on the count of three, we have to run, ok?" he whispered, grabbing my hand in his large one.
"Harry who is-"
"One."
"Harry?"
"Two."
"Three!" We bolted down the street. I was a horrible runner, who could not run for two minutes without feeling like they were dying. I dismissed the pain in my chest, for I did not want to die tonight. I began to slow down, because I never exercise my muscles.
"Rose, come on," Harry said, pulling me as he ran.
As we were running, I began to hear multiple gunshots. I screamed and covered my ears, for I was terrified.
"Rose, it's ok. Everything's going to be ok," Harry spoke hurriedly, pulling me closer to him.
We ran for what felt like hours. Finally, we came to a large house.
"Do you think we lost them?" I panted, I was exhausted.
"I don't know, but we'll be safe in here," he said, unlocking the front door.
The property was also surrounded by shrubbery, and it was not easy to spot. I would have overlooked the house if Harry did not lead me to it.
"Is this your house?" I asked, following Harry inside.
"Yeah."
For a while, I forgot that Harry was forcing me to come with him. My mind was preoccupied with the madman who was shooting at us. Now, that I was in a more calm state, the only thing on my mind was escaping from Harry's home.
"Come here, baby," Harry said motioning to me. I guess I had zoned out.
I yawned. It was an exhausting night.
"What time is it, Harry," I groaned.
" 2: 30, sweetheart, don't worry, we still have time to fuck."
I was taken aback, lost for words. How could any human be that blunt. I could not believe my ears.
"No thank you Harry," I said, giving him the fakest smile I could possibly have.
He winked, smirking.
"I'm tired," I yawned again.
"Come here then," he said, leading me up a wooden staircase, and into a bedroom.
"Is this a guest room?" I asked, my mouth open in awe at the size of the room. It was bigger than my room, and my parent's room put together.
"No, this is my bedroom," he smirked again, "you're sleeping with me tonight."
"No."
"Yes, babe, you can't tell me what to do. You're mine now."
"Harry, I'm not fucking yours."
"Just shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch," he groaned.
"No, you fucking dick."
Within seconds, he had forcefully pushed me up against the wall.
"You shouldn't have gone there, Rosie," he spoke in a mocking tone.
I have to learn to keep my mouth shut.
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