Psycho Styles

Chapter 14

Olivia's POV

"I need a fucking hair cut." Harry says, annoyed. Niall and I direct our attention to him, as his outburst pulled us from the tv. He looks to us and then solely to me. "You took cosmetology didn't you?" He questions. I stare at him an uneasy feeling growing. "How the hell do you know that?" I demand. He stays silent, obvious panic washes over him. He doesn't respond. "Harry!" He jumps not expecting me to yell. He stands and rushes upstairs. I didn't hesitate to follow him. I bang on the door and twist the knob. He didn't lock it. Harry was sat on the floor with his head in his hands. I took the spot next to him. "I already know you knew me before we even met." I say quietly. "Niall told me at first but I didn't really understand or believe it until your dad said something. We went to school together?" I ask softly. He takes a big breathe and lets it out slow. "Yah...." And he doesn't say anymore. I pinch his cheek lightly, "Cheep cheep." I say my voice squeaky. He looks at me bewildered. So I do it again. He slaps my hand, "Stop that!" "Cheep!" I squeak, this time holding my hand as if he's hurt it. He looks annoyed. I began laughing, thankfully he follows. His laugh fill my heart. "If we went to school together then how do I not recongnise you or your name?" He shrugs, "Probably because you didn't care enough to get to know anyone." That hurt my feelings. I tried to be friendly to new people I met, but I stayed in my own little circle. I didn't care to meet new people, unless they came to me. "I'm sorry Harry." He runs a hand through his hair, saying nothing. "Why didn't you just try and talk to me? Instead you've put yourself in danger of being sent to prison for the rest of your life." He shakes his head and laughs. "No I didn't, I can't go to jail unless you get away, and that isn't happening baby girl." He stands, "Now time for a hair cut." I watch him walk to the bathroom, he turns around an gives me a look. "You coming or what?"