Psycho Styles

Chapter 9

Olivias POV

The car ride is quiet, and Harry seems very unsettled. I looked out the window, catching a glimpse of a police driving closely behind us. My anxiety builds, they could be here for us. I look to Harry, his eyes were cold. I glance in the back to Alyssa, she's seen it too. The air in the car has completely shifted. I grew more and more nervous as the seconds went by. Then Alyssa starts screaming, she's rolled down the window and is trying to get the attention of the police officer. His lights turn on, and Harry panics. His knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel. "Buckle up Olivia." I listen to him, scared. Seconds later we are flying down the highway, his speed going way over what its supposed to. Alyssa hasn't stopped screaming, "Roll her fucking window up!" Harry shouts. I lean over the arm rest and roll the back window up, using the control panel on Harrys side. I locked it so she couldn't try again. Harry then slammed on the breaks, and turned the car heading towards the woods. I screamed, in fear of the car crashing, but it didn't and he drove through the woods, loosing the cop quickly.

We drove through the forest for about an hour before we reached another road. The woods we drove through were pretty dense, I was surprised the cop didn't follow. I turn around and see Alyssa unconscious blood on her forehead. "Should've worn a seatbelt." Harry says quietly. He pulls into a hotel parking lot, and tells me to stay put. He disappears for a few minutes, and returns with blood on his clothes. I began to panic. "Get everything out the car, and put into the white one over there." He instructs and points in the direction of a small white car, a few parking spaces away. I listen, knowing he will hurt me if I don't. I start crying, and watch as he carries Alyssas seemingly lifeless body, and places it in the back seat. His eyes lock with mine, as I'm sat in the front seat, and he sighs. His walks his way over to the passenger side of the car, "Your a smart girl Olivia, smarter than I thought you would be, but just because you can use your brain doesn't mean your gonna get away from me." He kneels down in front of me harshly grabbing my chin. "You are never gonna get away from me." I nodded because it was true. Then he kisses me, a small peck on my lips. I was shocked, he stepped away and went to the drivers side of the car, and we drove away again. 'You can turn on the radio, but not too loud." Harry says. I turn it on, to use as a distraction. It just dawned on me that he went into that hotel room, and murdered those people. Their blood is on his clothes. A shudder runs down my spine. Once again, he's taken the lives of innocent people, and I feel like its my fault. In the back seat, Alyssa attempted to sit up. "Don't you'll hurt your head even more." She didn't listen, and sat up quickly wincing and holding her head. Harry rolls his eyes. "I'm not happy with you." His voice was hateful. "My little doll won't listen." He then hums, my brows furrow in confusion at his strange behavior. I remember a similar experience, only a few days ago. "Olivia how should I punish our lovely Alyssa?" Harry questions me, his tone soft. He glances in my direction, and his phone began to ring. I hadn't even realised he had a phone. He was quick to grab it, pulling to his ear. "What." He snaps, and then he smiles. "Wonderful, be there in ten." He hangs up and places the phone back in its place. "Our new home is ready." He says and pulls over to blindfold us. Not long after the car pulls to a stop. The back door opens first and stays open while he talks. "Get this one to the bedroom, I'll take my Olivia in myself." My Olivia... Those words made my stomach flip. A few moments go by before I here a voice again. "She's a pretty one innit she?" The accent that this new man had was a thick Irish one. He talked so quickly I almost didn't understand him. "Yes she is, I told you lot I'd land a good one." Harry says. "She listens real well too." Yah cause I'm scared of you. I roll my eyes behind the scarf tied around my head. Out of no where a hand touchs my thigh, and I jump. A small chuckle comes from Harry as he stands infront of me. "Relax baby, its just me." That did relax me, and I hated it. His hand moved and joined the other in untying the scarf. I immediatly rubbed my eyes when it was removed. I looked at Harry, who hadn't moved away from me. His green eyes locked onto mine, and a small smile adorned his lips. He looked pretty nice, for a fucking sociopath. "You ready to see your new home?" He says, eyes flickering all over my face as he anticipated my answer. Sadness visibly washed over me, as I realised he really has no intention of letting me go. I don't know why I continue to hold hope that he will. He lets out a disappointed sigh, and pulls me up out of the car. I look at the house, its sort of a modern log cabin. It was nice, and if it weren't for the situation I would love to live here. "Come now Olivia, lets get you inside." His voice was soft. He led me around the car, and the other man came into view. He looked very nice, he wore a light blue sweater and black skinny jeans. Nothing about him seemed scary. He's friends with Harry, and isn't at all alarmed with the fact that he's kiddnapped two people, so he is obviously crazy too. Harry was still wearing his blood covered clothes, so he lead me to a bedroom, that I assumed was his. I only thought this bcuz he pulled open a drawer, and grabbed some clothes. He threw a shirt at me and then a pair of boxers. I stared at them as if I've never seen clothes before. "What?" I meet his gaze, "What am I supposed to do with these?" He shakes his head, "Follow me." He lead me into the bathroom, and started the shower. I was relieved, but he hadn't left, so a new sense of nervousness washed over me. "I'm not leaving till you get in the shower." I didn't want to undress in front of him. "You will, give me that, I'm not making you do anything but undress." He pleas, his voice was soft but he wasn't gonna give me a choice. So I braved up and pulled my shirt over my head. The jeans I wore came off a lot slower, causing my anxiety to rise. He wasn't going to rush me I know that, he was enjoying the show, if you could even call it that. The longer it took me to take these damn pants off the more upset I became. When I started crying, he stood and walk towards me. His hands cupped either side of my face, and I look up at him. His eyes shift between my own and my lips, before he kisses me. I wasn't surprised, but I wasn't ok with it. My hands quickly move to his chest and make a pitiful attempt to push him away. "Kiss me back or I'm getting in that fucking shower with you." His voice was unusually deep. My lips part slightly giving him more to work with. "Olivia.." He groans in annoyance and pulls away, giving me a disappointed look. "I don't know what I'm doing." Its only a partially true. I've only ever kissed one person, and I was drunk when it happened. He sighs, "We'll change that in time, take your shower." He left me alone. Once in the shower I really let go of my emotions, and cried a storms wRoth of tears. I had been in so long that my fingers had pruned. I stood and quickly washed myself, then turned the water off. Opening the curtain, I let out a scream, seeing a shirtless Harry sat on the bathroom counter. He looked sad, but said nothing as he handed me a towel. Once wrapped in the towel he hops off and grabs me, pushing me against the counter. It wasn't harsh at all, but it was definitely unexpected. He reaches behind me and grabs another towel, placing it on my head and drying my hair. Once he's satisfied with it he pulled the towel off and tossed it behind him. Then he reaches for the one wrapped around me, my grip tightens on it. He glares at me and rips it off. I stood there eyes wide and naked. He moves quick and pulls a grey t-shirt over my head. It was much to big for me, so I assumed it was his. He grabs the boxers he had given me earlier, and crouches down to guide my legs into them, pulling them all the way up. "I've put your clothes in the wash." He tells me, then he turns and leaves. Just before I got to the door his head popped back in, "Niall made dinner." He smiles when he sees how quickly I was to follow him. We walk down the stairs and into the living room, Niall, I'm assuming places a plate with steaks and potatoes on the table. My mouth instantly waters, I forgot how hungry I was. After shoveling a few mouthfuls of food into my face, I look up and lock eyes with Harry. His eyes shined, as he looked at me with admiration. My face heated up, and my stomach swirled. I felt sick with how he made me feel. The only thing I should feel about him is anger. "Where's Alyssa?" Harrys face completely changes, filling with anger. "You will not say her name again, and when she gets out here you are not to talk to her, do you understand?" Harry demands standing up, and pointing a finger at me. I was taken aback at the anger he had over her. Not long after that exchange Niall came into the room with Alyssa, she was crying. I looked at Harry, who was watching me closely, then back to Alyssa. Her lip was bleeding and her jaw was bruised. My eyes widen. I move to her side quickly, "Who hit you?" I demand, she looked at me and then at Harry who was now towering over us. I look at his clenched fist, and see the slight bruising there, indicating that he's the one who did it. I stand up and he steps back in shock, "You hit her?" I shout, he stares down at me not at all fazed by my angry state. "She had to be punished for what she did." He says coolly, "She did exactly what the fuck I would've done!" I yell, "Would you have hit me?" He shakes his head. "No I wouldn't hit you because I love you." He says, my stomach twisted. "She's only here because she interfered with my plans. I didn't kill her because I didn't want you to be lonely." Harry confesses. He just said he loves me. I can use that to my advantage. I let the tears, that are always trying to fall from my eyes escape. "Please don't hurt her Harry." His eyes went wide, a mixture of anger and endearment filling them. His mouth opens and closes, trying to find the right thing to say. "I won't do it again, please stop crying." His hands grip my arms and he lowers his head trying to get a view of my reddened face. "Please, Olivia, stop crying." He pulls me in hugging me. I sniffle deciding to stop the act, and pull away looking up to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry." He apologizes. I let out a sigh, and pick up my plate carrying it to the kitchen. Harry follows me, "I told you not to say my name in front of her Olivia, you disobeyed me." I look up at him, finishing my last bites of food. "I'm sorry, I just got so upset." He nods understanding, "You've got to understand I was upset at her Olivia, she tried to ruin my chances of getting you to our home. I couldn't let her go unscraped." He explains, I see how that makes sense in his eyes. Niall suddenly busts into the kitchen, "She's run off!"