Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

8

SAM'S POV

I paced around the room with tears falling from my cheeks. He knows I'm sensitive about that. I still can't believe him. He's not the Harry I know. He's not my Harry. I stop in the middle of the floor when I notice something White and shinny. My Phone.. I rush towards it and pick it up, Looking through my contacts. I keep looking til I spot the number I'm looking for. I click the call button and let the phone ring. Its rings a few times til someone answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jase.."

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I slam my hands on the counter as she runs past me and into the guest room. Anger takes over my body and I slam my hands down again.

"Such an ass." I mumble to myself. I stand up and push the wooden chair on the ground causing the ground to make a loud noise. I take my foot and kick the dishwasher beside me, Making another noise. I groan and open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer. I pop the top off with my teeth and chug more than half of it down. I sat on the empty Island with the beer in hand as a door sounded from upstairs. That's when Sam came down with her phone in hand.

"Where are you going?" I ask a bit too harshly. Her head snapped in my direction and she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Im going to someone who actually cares about me."She snaps. I roll my eyes at her.

"The only person that actually cares about you is me." I explain to her that I care.

"If you cared about me, You wouldn't be treating me like shit." She snaps back.

"You should just be happy you have me." I snarl. She laughs in irony and rolls her eyes.

"And why is that?" She asks back calmly.

"Becos' the line of people who care about you ends right here." I point to the ground infront of me. She laughs in irony again.

"You must've forgotten one person." She smirks evily.

"Who?" I cross my arms over my chest watching her smirk get bigger.

"Jase." She winks at me then walks out the door. Anger boils in me. Jase.. How dare she bring him into this. I run out the door after her to find her almost getting into a little red car.

"Samantha." I call out to her. She turns around and rolls her eyes at me.

"What?" She places her hands on her hips and stares me up and down.

"I..Uh..Come back." I plead. She looks back at Jase then me. she sighs loudly and takes her foot out of the car and shuts the door.

"Fine. Just don't screw up this chance." She says. A small smile appears on my face as she gets closer and closer to me.

"I won't. If I do, I'll..I'll break my hand." I say and look to my hand. I hear a her laugh. She must not know im serious. "Im serious." I look up at her with a straight face. Her laugh dies down and she looks weirded out. I nod.

"Harry," She starts. I nod for her to continue. "I-I need clothes." She states. I nod and go up the stairs. "No, Harry." She calls after me. I stop and turn around to her.

"Hm?" I hum.

"I mean girl clothes. Like from the Mall." She explains.

"Oh.."