something more ((yandere x reader))

XXXVII- paranoia

Harlow's thoughts were stuck on (Y/n) as usual. Though as a slight change, Yvonne became included in those thoughts.

The way they were holding hands, the way Yvonne said her name, the way they looked at each other, it all was too romantic for them just to be friends. He didn't want to believe that (Y/n) could ever be romantically involved with anyone but him.

To make matters worse, every time he'd seen (Y/n) since that night she was wearing this blasted gold necklace. Harlow recalled Yvonne wearing it when he'd seen her at the café a while ago. He figured that Yvonne had given (Y/n) the necklace which only supported the idea that they were together in some way.

He felt sick just thinking about the hypothetical scenario. The only thing that cooled him down was the soothing fact that he may be wrong. Maybe they were just friends and he was just paranoid and blowing things out of proportion.

That had to be it.

'My angel is saving herself for me... she can't waste herself away on some irrelevant waitress.'

"You don't think they're together, do you?" Harlow asked his therapist.

Dr Wendell clicked his pen in. "That's not really my job. But how does it make you feel?"

"If they were together?"

"Yes, how do you channel your jealousy?"

"I've never hurt a woman before..." Harlow said sadly.

Dr Wendell widened his eyes. "You don't need to hurt anyone!"

"Don't worry, I wouldn't hurt my angel. But that waitress... I don't want to think about what I'd do if they were together." Harlow did know what he'd do. He would kill Yvonne and feel no remorse. He didn't regret killing William and still stuck to the fact that he'd kill anyone for (Y/n).

The therapist clicked his pen out again and frantically jotted down some notes. "Would your tell me the names of your so-called 'angel' and the name of this 'waitress'?"

"I thought this was fully confidential?"

"Harlow, you're posing a serious danger to these women." Dr Wendell said tentatively, not wanting to set Harlow off.

"Me? A danger to my angel? Don't make me laugh!" Harlow gaped at the absurdity.

"I don't want to have to go to the police about this." The therapist lamented.

"You don't have to." Harlow said innocently. "When I say hurt I don't mean physically... I mean emotionally... is it a crime to hurt someone's feelings?"

"No... but I'd like to know the women's names. Just in case something happens." Dr Wendell felt his easily malleable opinion being persuaded.

"You don't trust me? After all my progress?" Harlow continued to manipulate him.

Wendell cringed, having to choose between gaining the information and all the work he'd done with Harlow. "...forget about it. I trust you." He chose not to sacrifice Harlow's mental stability which he didn't know had vanished.

Harlow was fixing up a car when a familiar face came into view. A face that was familiar because it was identical to his own.

"Victor..." He said as his brother walked over.

"Harlow." Victor greeted plainly.

"Are you here to get your car fixed or something?" Harlow grumbled, continuing his work as he spoke.

"God no, I'd never take any of my cars to a place like this." Victor grimaced. "I'm here to see you."

"Really? What about?"

"(Y/n)... and Yvonne. Do you know-"

"The waitress." Harlow cut in. "She's the waitress."

"Not anymore, she's catering at the engagement party for William and Penelope." Victor continued. "(Y/n) acts... strangely around her."

"Does this even have anything to do with me?" Harlow questioned, abruptly moving the topic off of William.

"I'm speaking to her. To Yvonne. I want to know what's going on between her and (Y/n). I didn't know if you knew anything about the two of them."

"They went out together for dinner a few nights ago." Harlow answered and then turned away from Victor. "You can leave now."

"Do you want me to let you know what Yvonne says?" Victor asked.

"No... I can find out things for myself."

Sorry, this chapter is both short AND bad.
Posting another one to make up for it.

L.T. May