Anger. | Harry Styles

{ Harry's POV }

It was her fault, you never had the intention of hurting her, Harry.

Or maybe you did.

No, no. I didn't. Just shut up.

That one incident at school finally brought it to my realization that I needed to find help. I never intended to hurt the girl. It was just the way she said it; the bitter tone in her voice.

"Come on, Harry. Don't be a wuss, just go over there and talk to her." My friend, Niall, encouraged.

"I can't just talk to her, bro. She doesn't even know me," I said.

"You're supposed to be this proud, confident ass guy, yet you can't even go talk to the school slut," He laughs.

I wasn't a proud guy, but I did possess some confidence within myself. People viewed me how they wanted; Bad boy, scary, unapproachable..... and the list goes on. But these people never took the time out to get to know me.

I took no notice of Niall's rude comment and mustered up some courage to go and talk to Allison. I combed my hair with my fingers and watched Allison for a moment as she stood at her locker. I meandered through a few people passing by in the hallway and walked up to her with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Allison." I spoke up, leaning my shoulder against the locker beside hers.

Allison turned to me, raising her eyebrows. "Hi," She said; hesitation was evident in her voice.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out some time. Maybe we could hang out at my place or go to yours..." I offered, feeling my heart rate increase as I waited for her answer.

She began to laugh. My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as I waited for her to explain the sudden burst of laughter.

"Are you serious? Who the hell would want to date you? You look like a homeless person. Those boots look like they've been through hell and back. And goodness gracious, when do you ever tend to that bird's nest on your head?" She spoke bluntly.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks but also felt my blood boil. It was then when I couldn't find any cruel words to spit back at her and in the heat of the moment, my hands reached out and wrapped around her narrow neck. All I could see was her eyes widening before I was being pulled away. The bitch was lucky I hadn't even squeezed her neck one bit. Fellow high school students stared wide eyed all around me as Niall held tightly onto my arm, dragging me along as he shoved through the crowd.

"Harry, what the bloody hell was that?" Niall shouted the question once we were out of the building and standing by his silver Jeep.

"I-I don't know. She said...I looked...She..." I stammered, struggling to explain my actions.

My heart was pounding in my chest and my mind was clouded. The anger got the best of me. In that moment, I silently prayed that Allison wouldn't go off telling the principal what I had done. I'd probably go to jail for that, I thought to myself.

"I knew you had anger issues, but I didn't know it was this bad, Harry." Niall gave me a look of concern and I knew what I needed to do. Get help. And get it quickly.

I had to live the rest of my school year with people thinking of me as a psychotic, obsessive freak. Thank God that it was my senior year and I was able to start fresh at a new college in a new country. My parents luckily understood me better than anyone else, so I didn't get much of a punishment for that impulsive action I had taken. We didn't move from the UK because of me, we moved because we wanted more opportunities in life. Therefore, my mum, my sister, my dad, and I are living in Panama City, Florida. It just so happens that my mum loves the beach.

My mum was worried about me after the incident occurred so as soon as we got settled into our new home, she insisted on finding me a counselor or someone to help with my obvious anger issues. I took it upon myself to search for help as well because I'm an adult now. I should know how to take care of myself, even though I had yet to move out of my parents' home. I wasn't really a fan of living on campus.

Despite my difficulty finding legitimate help, I came across a local psychologist named Rachel Ingram. I'd only been working with her for two days so far and I failed to see how these sessions could help me.

I'm basically an 'angry psychopath who chokes and harasses anyone who rejects me'. Well, that's what Allison said. No one could help me.

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