Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

12

Harry parked his bike in front of the sidewalk and took off his helmet. I take off my helmet too and look around. It looks like we're in town. On my right, is a little 50's diner. On my left, is an Old abandoned hotel. I get off the bike and place the helmet on the seat. Harry does the same and puts his hands in his pockets. Instead of saying something, He nods his head over to the little diner. I nod at him and walk to the diner.

"Hi, my name is Liam. I'll be your waiter today." The boy my age greeted us. Liam was pretty nice looking. Big brown eyes, and russet, brown hair.

"Hi, I'm Sam and this Harry." I introduced ourselves to him. He nodded and smiled politely.

"Oh, Your brought the boyfriend, huh?" He winks. I laugh and shake my head.

"No. He's my..my..Never mind about that. He's not my boyfriend, though." I tell him. Liam nods.

"So it wouldn't be a crime if I got your number and took you out?" Liam asks with a look of hope. I shake my head and giggle. "Great. Now, about that number, Here I have a-" Liam says but is cut off by a grunting Harry.

"Look," He starts and slams down the menu. "I'll take a burger basket with fries and a rootbeer." He says trying to dismiss Liam.

"I'll have the same." I roll my eyes, not wanting Liam to go. Liam nods and leaves. I sit back in my chair and pout.

"Finally, That little bastard left." He says, clearly happy.

"I liked him. He was nice." I defend Liam.

"Of course you would, Sam." He trails off.

"Whats that suppose to mean?" I scoff.

"It means, You always go after the 'Nice' and 'Good' boys." He argues back.

"Because I like good boys." I retort back.

"Yea. Well, do 'Good boys' touch you right?" Harry's hand connects with my knee and runs up my thigh, Causing me to stiffen. "Do they, Sam?" He smirks as his hands go into my short. I freeze and again. A Chuckle escapes his lips and his hand goes further into my shorts making me accidently moan. Harry chuckles again and slips his hand away from me and back into his pocket with the biggest smirk on his face. I then, feel a sudden wetness erupt in my panties. My eyes bulge out of my head and I sit up straight. I look at Harry who surprisingly, had a bigger smirk on his face.

"I'll be back." I mumble and run into the restroom. 'It's just pee or blood' I keep telling myself as I run into the stall. I shut and lock the stall. I pull down my shorts and panties and gasp. 'This is not happening. It did not happen' I try to convince myself but know it happened. I sit down and pull on the toilet paper. I try to wipe it out but it just smears. I groan and give up, Flush the toilet paper and pulling up my shorts and panties. I unlock the stall and step out. I wash my hands and walk out. Harry, still at the table, Smirks at me still. I roll my eyes and start eating my food that must've arrived when I was gone.

"Do they make you wet?" He smirked. My jaw dropped and I had the sudden urge to slap him. Instead of slapping him, I pushed him. Harry's smirk still remained in place and so did he. "I'm guessing that's a Yes." He grins and chuckles.

"Whatever." I mumble and take a bite of my burger.