Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

14

"Aren't you going to come inside?" Jane's voice rings from the house. I snap my head in her direction and nod. I look back at the road one more time before going inside. "Hey, I made Salmon, Your favorite." Jane walks into the kitchen with a big and proud grin on her face. I follow her into the kitchen.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." I smile at her and shake my head. Jane tilts her head in confusion and her grin slowly fades.

"O-Oh. Okay, I understand." She says in a fake way.

"Look, I'm tired. I had a long day and It didn't help that you and Louis were practically 'doing the deed' in the bedroom earlier." I explain. Jane's face goes red and she turns her head in embarrassment. "So, Goodnight." I walk out of the kitchen and upstairs into my bedroom. I strip out of my shirt and Pants, Leaving me in my lace bra and boy short panties, and crawled into bed. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes. My eyes snapped back open to the sound of a knock on my window. I turn and sit up to see Harry at my window with a grin on his face. I get out of bed and walk over to my window, letting Harry in.

"Hey." He whispers closing the window and turning to me.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asks him curious to find out.

"I got bored at home and decided to come, see you." He shrugged and sat on my bed. His eyes scanned my body and a smirk appeared on my face. "Nice lace bra and boy shorts." He winked. I looked down in confusion and saw what he meant. I blushed realizing I was in my underwear in front of Harry.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath.

"Don't worry." Harry stands up and rips off his shirt and I can't help but stare. "Like what you see?" Harry smirk and holds the shirt out to me. I blush and take the shirt. I slip the shirt over my head and sit on the bed. Harry chuckles and sits next to me. Harry's laughing slowly stops and he becomes serious. Harry eyes go from my eyes to lips in a flickering way. He starts to lean in and his hand finds it's way to the back of my neck. His thumb caressed my jaw bone and he closed his eyes. His lips hit mine and as cheesy as it sounds, It feels like sparks went off. Our lips moved together before I pulled away. Harry looked at me confused before I explained to him what was on my mind.

"Harry, You can't Just kiss me like that and not expect it to mean anything to me. I don't need to be another one of your temporary girls. I want to be more that that." I tell him. Harry nods in understatement. "I-I cant do that. I just cant be one of those girls." I stand up and walk around the bed to the dresser where my mirror is. Looking in the mirror, All I see is a weak and hopeless little girl. I'm no prize nor model. I'm just me. Harry gets up and walks towards me. He stands behind me and looks at us in the mirror. His hand touches my shoulder and I flinch.

"Like I said, I don't want to be those girls."

Harry looks at me unsure.

"I Cant, Harry." I turn and tell him.

"Fine." Harry rolls his eyes in annoyance. Before I can say something back to him, He leaves out of the window.