Psycho Styles

Chapter 13

Olivia's POV

The door bell rings and I stand up to get it. Harry and Niall both give me an odd look. "Be right back."

Opening the door, the pizza guy hands me our food and then just stares at me with wide eyes. "Your the girl that went missing!" He shouts. Panic and anger rise in me. "I'm gonna call the police for you!" He turns around to run back to the car, I place the pizza on the ground and tackle him. "Hey what the hell!" He yells as we fall to the ground. I grab the nearest thing - a big rock. Without any thought I hit him in the head with it, till he stopped moving. My chest heaves up and down and I toss the rock to the side. Behind me I hear Niall speak, "I'll get rid of the car." He walks up and stands next to me, "And him too." He pulls the pizza guy up off the ground and places him in the car before driving away. I stand there, no ounce of regret in me. I felt great. I turn and look at Harry who was biting his lip. He looked confused. "He was gonna call the cops." I try to explain, only realizing how stupid it was for me to kill this guy. "I just killed a guy." I mumble quietly. Harry reaches out for me, pulling me into him. "I didn't hate it." Harry presses a kiss to the top of my head, "Is that your way of telling me you like killing people?" I just hug him tightly. I guess that was what I was telling him.

I had spent the last three hours crying over what I did. Harry had tried to console me, but I couldn't get a grip. "Olivia, baby its not the end of the world." He'd say. That just mad me cry harder, because it was true. It wasn't the end of the world, it was the beginning of a part of me, I never knew existed. I laid there, sniffling, mad at everything. The bedroom door creaked open, and I heard Harry shuffling around behind me. Then he came and sat in front of me, and just looked. His eyes moving, inspecting every part of my face. "What do you want?" I mumble. He smiles, "A kiss." I huff and roll over. "I'm not letting you play that game." Harry says and climbs on top of me. My eyes went wide, his hand grabbing my wrists and forcing me to lay flat on my back. "Harry let me go." I say my voice nearly failing me. "Not until you kiss me." I roll my eyes, he's actually being a child. He start making very exaggerated kissing noises. It was hard to keep a smile off my face. When it finally broke through, Harry cheered. "Yes!" His hands shot into the air. I giggle, "You're dumb." He chuckles. "Can I have a kiss now?" I give in. His lips pressed against mine softly. I didn't like the affect he had on me. He was just so undeniably charming. I pull away, we just look at each other. I felt so conflicted, the thing is, I wasn't falling in love with him. I just found comfort around him. He was sweet to me when I let him kiss me and be lovely to him, and I will continue to do so, but with what I've done and what I've witnessed, I don't want to go home anymore. This is my home now.