"Harry do you think you will ever be able to open yourself up to me?" Zayn asked.
"I don't know, will you ever be able to understand me?" Harry shot back staring into Zayn's eyes.
Where Harry is a psychopath who got caught by his therapist Zayn Mal...
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"Harry, this is Mitch. He will be your replacement." Heather said smiling.
"Replacement? Heather I thought it was the two of us? Joker and Harley, Bonnie and Clyde." I said shaking.
"Yes Harry, but you betrayed me. I was your only friend, you can't love anybody else." Heather said standing close to Mitch.
"Betrayed you how?! I talk to nobody but you, I gave you my ENTIRE LIFE! I became this Crazy man for YOU!" I yelled causing her to come closer to me.
"Harry I didn't do anything but fix you, I helped you become a greater person. Something more extravagant." Heather said standing now in front of me.
"You did nothing but hurt me...." I said pulling my gun out from my back pocket.
"Sorry babe, that's just the way life goes." Heather whispered in my ear.
With that I shot her in her stomach TWICE. I then pushed her down exposing the blood gushing from her stomach. Her last sentence was,
"Harry, I'll always love you.."
"NO YOU DON'T! YOU NEVER LOVED ME HEATHER! I WAS JUST YOUR TOY!" I screamed.
I felt a figure behind me and I shot him immediately. This night, this exact moment is where my craziness triggered, when I became bonkers.
-End of Harry's dream. (Present Harry, Harry POV)
I woke up gasping for air, I felt like I couldn't breathe. After all these years why in the hell would she come haunt me now? That bloody Zayn, CURSE HIM I SWEAR IT! I didn't regret killing Heather or Mitch, until that ZAYN MALIK BROUGHT HIS ASS IN HERE AND MESSED WITH MY HEAD.
"Harry you idiot, just find a way out." I said pulling my hair.
That's when I got the idea.
"Zayn is my only way out." I said smiling.
-later on that morning
"Good Morning Harold." Zayn said sitting boldly.
"Hello Zayn." I said cheerfully.
"You seem happy today regarding our conversation yesterday." Zayn said writing something on his clipboard.
"Zayn I'm a serial killer, kidnapper, Murder, and best of all a psychopath. I can get over the little bumps that has happened in my life." I said proudly
"My apologies, I have a few questions regarding your friends." Zayn said sitting up.
"Which ones, the ones in my head or the visible ones?" I said smiling.
"Both." He said.
"Well Carter has been my friend for the longest, I met him after I was born. Ya know spending a lot of time in the hospital can ruin a person." Harry said.
"Is Carter a friend in you head or in person?" Zayn said writing.
"He could be both. Just depends on the day." Harry said looking around.
"Well what about Anne?" Zayn asked.
I fell silent, he keeps asking my about people from my past and I can't keep telling him or rating myself out.
"Enough of you asking the questions, I have a question." I said avoiding him.
"What is it?" Zayn said.
"How come every time you talk to me you look at my mouth instead of my eyes?" I asked smirking.
Zayn then fell quiet, he started tapping his clipboard. Until he spoke up.
"Because I adore your beautiful smile, I like how it fits your face. Everything about it just makes my body shiver." Zayn said sitting in front of me.
I took it all in as a way to show that I understood what he said, I was about to curse at him, but my huge mouth said something else,
"I love how sweet you smell, how big and brown your eyes are. Your beautiful plump lips, I admire that."
I closed my mouth so fast and looked the other way. This was my first time feeling embarrassed. And I didn't like it AT ALL.
But Zayn, I can tell it was something he wanted to hear. He wanted me to say something about how perfect his face was.
I was snapped outta my thoughts when I felt a pair of soft pink lips on mine. I shot my eyes open and saw no body but Zayn, standing there kissing me in broad daylight. We stayed like that for about 10 seconds.
"I can see the feelings are mutual, Harold." Zayn smirked pulling away.
"Zayn, why did you-"
"Shhh, I'm helping you." Zayn said walking back to his seat.
"Last question, why do you always ask about people from my previous life?" I questioned flustered.
"Because apparently they all went missing around the time you and Liam fell out. Heather and Mitch were found in an warehouse, your sister Gemma was found in an alley way not to far from the warehouse and your mother....Anne was found dead in her home, which was close to the alley way." Zayn explained.
I fell silent again, November 25, 2009. A night to remember, the hugest blood bath in history of murders. It took my family and people who were truly my friends.
"Harry, this all happened on November 25, 2009. A witness called it the bloody bath between mafia's. The place Bentley was captured and taken." Zayn said.
"If you want me to tell you anything about that night, just know I didn't kill my family." I said bluntly.
And with that the guard said,
"Zayn times up!"
I said my goodbye and he walked straight out.
(A/N oh so Zayn bold BOLD🥵 the plot thickens. Lol this story is just everything to me, I gave y'all 939 words)
