'Where is he?' I think to myself. Its already Twelve. I know Harry, and I know he doesn't stay out late. Im starting to get worried..
Instead of Pacing around the room I should call him. The phone rings a few times before going to voice mail.
"Damn it." I hang up and call again. Like before, I got voice mail. Maybe I'll try one more time.. Voice mail..
"Damn it, Harry." I throw my phone at the ground, Frustrated.
Why won't he answer?!
I decide to give up, Knowing there's not much I can do, And go to sleep. Since there a blanket already on Harry's couch, I decide to sleep there and let him have his bed when or IF He comes back. I lay on the couch and pull the blanket up to my chest. Instead of sleeping, I just stare at the ceiling as if it was something interesting. After a while I sorta Blacked out and Fell asleep thinking.
~~~~~~~~~ Next Morning ~~~~~~~~~
I wake up to the bright sun in my face that reflects off the TV. I sit up and look around, remembering that Harry didn't come back last night.
"Harry?" I call through the house. No response. He must be still gone.. I sigh and lay back down, letting sleep embrace me.
-----------------Harry's POV-------------------
'Damn, I have a Killer Headache' I thought to myself, Sitting up in bed. I yawn and look around at the room. Pink walls, Posters of Shirtless guys, and girl clothes. I look down and Notice the bedspread is for girls too.
"Hey Babe." A squeaky voice scares me. I look up to see a Hazel-eyed, Red head Completely naked at the door.
"Hey." I wink at her. she giggles and climbs over the bed to sit on my lap. She immediatly attacks my lips with hers. Before I can kiss back, She trails the kisses down my neck. Instead of letting her controll, I flip her over so Im in controll. I grab her wrist and hold them over her head.
"Don't think so." I laugh. She tries to wiggle out of my grip but it doesn't work. I roughly press my lips to hers, Making her moan into the kiss. I smile into the kiss, Happy with my ability. I bite her bottom lip instead of asking, Opening her mouth. I let my tounge roam her mouth while she roams mine. I pull away fast and smirk at her.
"Why'd you stop?" she furrorws her eyebrows.
"I gotta piss." I kiss her nose and get up to go to the bathroom.
------------------------------------------------- Sam's POV. --------------------------------------------------------------------
When I woke up from my nap, I sat around in Harry's empty house. He should really get a pet.. I pick up my phone and once again call him. Just like before, voice mail. I sigh and sit back in my seat. I place my phone back down, closing my eyes. I jerk up scared, as my phone starts to ring.
Jase <3
Great.. I sit back and let it ring. He calls many differnt times but I don't answer. I just lie back and think.

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Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}
FanfictionThis is a story about 2 very different people. Samantha and Harry. Samantha was a sweet and pretty innocent girl while on the other hand Harry was the opposite; Fearless, Tattooed up, and bad-ass. When these 2 reunite from their childhood together...