Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

16

HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW

I walk away from Samantha's house angry with myself. She's right, I'm not her boyfriend and she's not my girlfriend. And, that kiss..

'That kiss meant nothing', 'Her kissing Liam meant nothing to me', And 'She means nothing to me' I convince myself over and over again as I walk down the street. No matter how many time I try to convince myself It doesn't work. I need a distraction..

I walk until I reach the alley. I run to the stairs of the abandoned apartment where we all stay now and search for Row. As I get in the room, Louis is arguing with Randall. I roll my eyes and walk past them. I look around and find Row laying on the couch playing with a pistol. Loading and unloading it. I take a deep breath and think over what I'm about to do.

She means nothing to me

"Row.." I call. Row looks over at me and a smile appears on her face. She gets up and throws the gun on the sofa, making her way over to me.

Nothing

I hold her face in my hands in lean in repeating 'Nothing' over and over again. I close my eyes as I see her close hers.

She's not my girlfriend

Our lips meet in seconds. She kisses back quickly. I trail the kisses down her neck. She don't respond, just let her eyes flutter closed at the soft contact. I suck over her sweet spot, causing her to gasp a little. I smirks against her neck and gently nibbles over it.

"Harry..." She mumble.

"Yes, Row?" I rasp.

"If this is your way of-"

I spins her around in my arms and looks deeply into her eyes.

"Let me," I whisper.

She bit her lip softly and nod slowly. I presses my lips softly to hers and kiss her roughly. I wraps my arms around her waist as she snakes her arms around my neck. I kiss her harder and lift her up to wrap her legs around my waist. Slowly and carefully, I starts walking towards the stairs, stepping up them without breaking the contact her lips.

Nothing

I took her into the bedroom and lay her carefully on the bed, letting my hands travel over her curves as I hover over her. I carefully lift her out of her shirt and throw it to the floor, pulling away from the intense kiss to look down at her, taking in her figure. She look up into my face, smirking at the way my eyes scanned her body. she reach up to pull my shirt over his head and throw it to the floor, and biting her lip slightly. I smirks and unbuckles my belt, shoving my jeans down and kicking them off, hovering over her again and kissing her a little more roughly than I had previously, grinding my pelvis down into hers, causing her to let out a little moan.

Nothing

I slips a hand behind her to inclasp her bra with one hand, peeling it away from her body and allowing my other hand to cup her breast, squeezing it gently to pleasure her. I smirks at the tiny moan the vibrates against her lips. I let my hands trace down her body to tug down her pants. I throw her pants on the ground and slide off her pantie, tossing them to the ground. I slide down my boxers and positioning myself at her entrance. I looks into her eyes and slowly thrusts in, not breaking eye contact. She moan as I enter her and arch her back slightly, looking intensely into my orbs. I pull back and thrusts in again, a little harder this time and let myself release a little moan from my plump lips. I repeat these movements, becoming quicker and harder each time, soon pounding into her.

"H-Harry!" she nearly screams. I groan and pound her harder, my curls displaced and a contorted look of pleasure etched upon her facial features.

She means nothing to me. I'm not her boyfriend and she's not my girlfriend. She can kiss and fuck anyone she wants.

I feel her climax and release over you, screaming out your name as her body jerks slightly. She leave scratches down my back. I moan her name loudly and give a manly shout as I reaches my own high and release a load. My sweaty body collapses down next to hers as her chests rises and falls simultaneously. I looks over to her with a cheeky dimpled grin.

"So, How bout that.." I trail off with that grin permanent on my face.

"I'm taking a shower." She ignores my comment and walks off.

Well, then..

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SAM'S POINT OF VIEW

I walk into the diner, looking for Liam. To my surprise, He's kissing another girl. I know I shouldn't be hurt nor pissed, but I am. He kissed me yesterday and now he's kissing another girl. Wow, Okay. I turn on my heels and leave out. Now where?

I turn a couple of corners and blocks, only to find myself at the Alley apartment door. I take in a deep breath before knocking. After a few seconds, Louis Tomlinson opens the door with a gun in hand. My jaw drops and eyes bulge out of my head.

"S-Sam.." He starts but I shake my head.

"Im not even gonna ask." I mumble. He nods. "Where's Harry?" I ask him, seeing as he's not in the room with Louis. "In there." Louis points to a door across the hall. I nod back at him and walk to the door. I knock on it and wait. It opens and Harry is in the doorway with black skinny jeans on and a shirt in hand.

"Hey." He mumbles sounding..Guilty?

"Hey, I came to-" I start but am cut off by a girl's voice.

"Harry, Where'd you throw my damn clothes?" My mouth forms an 'O' and I nod.

"I can see your busy." I mumble and turn on my heels. 'Tears don't come out yet.. don't come out yet..' I think to myself as I near the exit. I know I shouldn't be Sad nor hurt about this, considering I came to tell him he was right, But I am. A lot..

"Sam!" Harry calls. 'Suck it up, Sam. Just..don't cry. you can do this..' I turn around slowly and look into Harry's candy green orbs, waiting for an explanation. "What were you going to say?" Unbelievable..

"You were right..He hurt me." I mumble and fake smile. Harry nods.

"He.." He trails off but stops when I nod. Harry starts to walk towards me with his arms held out for a hug but I push him back.

"I don't need your sympathy." I bark. Harry looks taken aback. "Considering you did the same thing." I mutter under my breath.

"What?" Harry asks.

"Did that kiss even mean anything to you?" I ignore Harry's question and ask my own. Harry looks surprised but answers.

"No.. It meant absolutely nothing to me. It was just a kiss. I was bored and horny. It didn't mean anything to me." He explains. My heart is officially broken. Liam never broke it, but Harry sure did. I nod, Tears making ponds in my eyes.

"Okay." I mumble and turn on my heels to leave. This time, Harry doesn't stop me. I walk and walk, ignoring everyone. I just want to be alone right now.