Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

6

HARRY'S POV.

I've been Calling Sam for the past ten minutes. She hasn't even answered once. I ring her again but get voice mail..again. I curse under my breath and slam down my phone on the bathroom sink. Yes, I've been in the bathroom for Fifteen minutes now. I sit on the toilet and run my hands through my hair. Screw it. I'll just drive home. That is, If my car is even here. I slowly get up and unlock the bathroom door, getting out. I sneak out into the Hall before Whats-her-face sees me. I then realize.. I'm Naked. I mentally face palm myself and go into the girls room. My clothes were easy to find. They were in front of the bed. I pick them up and slip them on, Taking the keys out of my jacket pocket. Instead of saying 'Bye' to the girl, I decided to just leave while I can. I run down stairs and sneak out of the house before anyone can catch me. I unlock my car and jump in, Driving away from the house.

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SAM'S POV.

I was asleep in Harry's recliner, until the door burst open and an Angry Harry was in the doorway. He was panting and red. He almost looked scary.

"Harry, Where have you been?"

"You know how many times I fucking called you?" He snaps, ignoring my question. I flinch back.

"N-No.. Jase called and that..that was it." I scoot back in my seat scared Harry will do something.

"Check your phone." Harry says Calmly. I turn to check my phone. Harry did call me. He called Seven-teen times. I turn back to Harry with an 'Oops' face. He huffed and rolled his eyes. Harry came and sat on the couch that was next to me. He ruffled and flipped his hair. Harry takes off his coat and throws it on the floor. He puts his head in his hands and sighs loudly.. I sighed frustrated and picked up the coat, putting it on the back of the recliner. I look at Harry again and something catches my eye. Its black ink on his arms. One ink of a Ship, Another a Star, and the last one a Big rose. The other arm has a Compass, a Skull, and a Snake that wraps around his arm from his wrist to the Top oh his elbow.

"That's a lot of tattoos." I mumble looking down. Harry's head snaps up in my direction.

"Yea." He says but it comes out like a whisper. I continue to stare at them until Harry gets pissed. "Would ya stop staring already?" Harry snaps.

"Sorry.." I say weakly. I shift my gaze to my lap, afraid if I look somewhere else he'll get pissed again. "..Harry-" I start but of course, He cuts me off.

"What?" He snaps again.

"Nothing... Never mind." I panic and rush off to the Kitchen. What crawled up his ass and died? I roll my eyes and go through Harry's fridge. Beer, Beer, Beer, Macaroni, Beer, And Vodka.. Well, this sucks. I shut the fridge and go to the closet. Of course, Nothing.. He really needs some food in here. I shut the closet door and groan. Just on time, My stomach growls. I moan and walk out of the empty kitchen and into the living room, where Harry sat.

"Harry, I'm hungry." I whine like a child. Harry groans and lifts his head up from his hands, His eyes dark and mean.

"Do I look like your fucking babysitter?" He snaps.

"No, But this your house and-"

"That's right, Samantha. This is my house." He smirks.

"Harry, Please.." I beg. Harry's eyes become darker, as does his laugh.

"Stop begging like a slut and make your own damn food." He rolls his eyes, obviously pissed off.

"Harry!" I shout surprised. My mouth forms into an 'O' shape. before he can say anything else I storm out of the house in just Harry's long V-neck and small sweats. I slam the door behind me and run. Just where to go..?