Phsycosocial (Harry Styles)

Chapter One

POV: Niall

   "There has been yet another murder this week. This murder appears to have the same killer as the last one. This victim, however, was killed slowly by being chopped into pieces. This time it had a slight clue who it was. It had initials carved into various pieces of the body, but the initials were clearly seen on the forehead. Okay, the initials were…," She paused, like it was too much information, but she continued," The initials were H.S."

  I gripped the chair, I was sitting on, hard. Not Harry.… No Harry would never do that. Harry is not a murderer. I looked around and seen Louis in the kitchen cooking with Harry. Zayn was upstairs showering. Hopefully. Liam was on a date with Danielle. Again. I turned around and seen Harry staring at me, hungrily.

  I turned back and changed the channel, leaving the newswoman talking about animals. I found a football match and called Zayn downstairs.

     "Oh. Manchester United is playing." Harry stole a chip from my bowl and sat down next to me.

  "I thought you said you hated Manchester United?" I asked, smiling.

   "That doesn't mean I don't like them." He answered.

   "Yeah, it does." I shook my head.

    "Who cares?" Harry would.

  No he couldn't of killed anyone. He has too much of a heart. I snuggled deep into his chest.

   "Whoa there, Leprechaun." Harry smiled, down at me.

    "What? Is this too much?" I asked.

    "No. It's not enough." He leaned in closer and kissed me softly.

    "Harry?" I asked when he was off my lips.

     "Yeah, love." Harry said, casually changing the channels.

     "You kissed me?" I asked.

  He smiled and confirmed what I thought,"I can't kiss the person I love? And Niall we all know you're bisexual. What's the deal? Did you like it?"

   "You knew?" He smiled.

    "Yeah. Well, you know how you liked Demi.", I shook my head and he continued," that's how we knew you liked girls and when we were watching 'Magic Mike' you were hard. That's how we knew you were bisexual." He ended, clapping his hands together.

     "So…you watched me?" I asked, making him laugh.

     "Yeah. I watch you all the time."