Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

7

HARRY'S POV

Why'd you say it, Harry?

I can't even answer my own question. I'm an Ass. Then again, She didn't answer my calls and expected me to cook for her.

You invited her to stay, Harold.

Ya know, I hate when my..Whatever is right. I roll my eyes at myself and get up off the couch.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SAM

That's it. I have no where to go but Harry's. Jane is busy with college stuff and I don't want to bother her, Mum and Dad hate me, And Jase cheated on me.

All I have is Harry. I guess its that or Jase. Even though he cheated I still need him just as much as I need Harry. But I'd chose Harry over Jase any day. Even if he is a jerk.

It didn't take long until I was back at Harry's apartment. I took a deep breath to ready myself for what will happen when I walk in. I slowly open the door and step inside. The first thing I see is Harry in the kitchen with Flour, cheese and Noodles on him. I look behind and beside him to see a few plates of food scattered out on the counters. My jaw drops and I look back at Harry who had a 'Ta Da' face.

"Y-You made all this?" I motion to all the food scattered around him. To my surprise, He nods and grins. I immediately attack Harry in a hug which catches him off guard. He soon realizes whats going on and slowly hugs back. "Thank you." I whisper in his ear. I pull away and run to sit on the bar stool, eager to eat. Harry chuckles lightly. He dust himself off before going to the food, making a plate for both of us. He fills them both with Pasta, Chicken and salad. He hands me mine and places his next to mine. He comes around the table and sits on the stool next to me. Harry looks at me waiting for me to take the first bite. I obey and take a fork full of pasta and shove it in my mouth.

"Harry, This is good." I exclaim with the biggest smile ever. Harry smiles too and starts to eat his food too. I finish first and go back for seconds until I noticed my favorite type of Pie and Cake. "Oh My god!" I exclaim with my Jaw dropped and turn to Harry who had a grin on his pretty face. I turn back to the food and put the silver spatula near the dish in the pie, digging a piece out.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Harry catches my attention with that question. I drop the spatula in the dish and turn around slowly.

"Harry.. I can't forgive you that easily-" I start but am cut off by a frustrated Harry.

"Why not?" He almost shouts. I flinch and sigh frustrated with Harry's attitude.

"Because!" I say loudly.

"Because what, Sam? What, Are you too good for me? Hm?" He starts to assume. I can't believe it.

"Harry, You know I'm not!" All the blood rushes up to my face and I'm getting angrier.

"Then what is it, Sam?" He shouts. His dark eyes buldging out of his head and his hands turn into fist.

"Harry, I told you already!" I exclaim in anger.

"You think you too good for me cos' some guy touched you, huh?" He laughs. Not in humor but in sarcasm.

"Who are you?" I shout in horror. I leave the plate on the table and run up the stairs, pushing past Harry and Into the guest room. I shut and lock the door before sitting on the bed. I wait a minute before I burst into tears, sobbing. I laid there and cried for the rest of the night. That until, I fell asleep. Honestly, only one thing went through my mind that whole time.

I think I've lost Harry.