Psycho Styles

Chapter 12

Olivia's POV

I woke up tangled in bed with a very aroused Harry. I struggle to break free, his arms tighten. "Fucking stop moving." Harry groans. I decided to just stay still, pulling my face away slightly to look at him. He wasn't sleeping, he was looking at me. "I want you." He says, his eyes a darkened shade of green. "How did you get me into the bed?" I ask changing the subject. He smiles, "Don't do that." I pretend that I'm confused, "Don't do what?" He smiles even wider, and moves himself over me. "Don't change the subject." A little panic rises in me, but he leans down and kisses me. I lack the enthusiasm to kiss him back. He pulls away and looks down at me, a surprisingly cute look on his face. "You are shit at kissing." I let out a loud genuine laugh, and he joins. "That's just because I don't wanna kiss you." I say honestly, he makes a face. "Well why not?" I give him the 'are you fucking serious' look. "You murdered my dad." My face stays emotionless. He stares down at me. "I apologized." He crinkles his nose. I giggle and he smiles again. "Get off me." He laughs, "OK." Then rolls to his side of the bed. "I want food." Harry grunts in response. I scoot my way out of the bed, and rush down the stairs into the kitchen. Niall was sat on the couch, eating soup. "Do you live here too?" He nods and slurps away, making me laugh. I decide to make some actually food. Opening the fridge I discover it nearly empty. I frown and squat down where some steaks laid at the bottom. A loud wolf whistle sounds behind me. I spin around expecting to see Harry, but it wasn't him. It was that other man that helped Harry with Alyssa. "Uhh.." He smiles, "Harry was right about you." He walks closer and I immediately back away, my back hitting the fridge. He was quick to act, pinning me against it before I could run the other way. "Har-" I start to yell and he slaps his hand over my mouth, a stinging pain spreading there. Over the mans shoulder, Niall walks in. After taking in the scene in front of him he runs out the room. "Harry never stopped talking about you, he underestimated how sexy you really are." He says, his face leaning forward. He removes his hand, and then he is removed from me. Harry had grabbed him by his hair, and is holding him down on his knees. "Did he touch you?" Harry shouts to me. Without thinking I nod, "What?!" The man shouts, "I did not! Harry mate-" He was cut off by Harry ramming his face into the counter. Blood gushed from his face, and he continued to beg Harry for mercy. When he stopped pleading, Harry stopped. He looked at Niall, "Clean this up." Then he stepped over the lifeless body on the floor and pulled me in for a hug. I stared at the man on the floor, goosebumps that had risen finally settling. He took me upstairs, even though I was still hungry.

"Can I be honest with you?" I ask and look at him. He gives me a nod. "He didn't really touch me, just covered my mouth so I couldn't yell." Harrys face turns to confusion. "And there's something else..." "What?" I bite my lip. At least he won't think I'm crazy. "I liked watching you kill him." Harry smirks. "I've never been so turned on." I let out a laugh, "You really enjoyed watching it?" I nod enthusiastically. He suddenly pushes me into the bed, and begins kissing me. I kiss him back, surprising myself. He wasn't being gentle. His hands grew curious and found their way up my shirt. I cursed myself for letting him touch me like this. I attempt to turn us over, but my efforts only result in grinding on him. Which he didn't stop me from doing. He pulls away to kiss my neck, and I grunt. He laughs, "What the hell was that?" He pulls his face away to look at me, so I stick out my bottom lip in a pout. "You won't let me get on top." He laughs, "Is that what you were trying to do?" I nod and he moves so he on his back. I gladly climb on top, bravely removing my shirt, and dive back in to resume our make out session. Sometime after lots off kissing we decide to give it a rest.

"Now I'm hungry." Harry says picking up his phone, brows pulling down in confusion. I just look at him, he was stunning. "Don't stare at me." He whispers without looking at me. I giggle and scoot closer, to get a look at his phone. "Are you ordering pizza?" He laughs. After he placed the order we went down stares. Niall was napping on the couch, "Does he ever go to his room?" Harry shrugs. "I've got no clue."