Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

18

By the time Louis was parked on the side of the road, I was sobered up. I unbuckle my seat belt and look out the window.

"Uh, Louis..This isn't my house." I tell him.

"I know. Come on." Louis unbuckles his seat belt and gets out. I open my door and follow him into the house. "Go sit in the living room, I'll be back." He points over to a small and neat area before walking away. I oblige and walk into the living room. I take a look around and notice some pictures. There were some of Him and people that looked a lot like him. I look from the picture to notice he has more on his coffee table. I pick up the picture and view it. Its a picture of Louis and some girl. The girl looked a lot like Louis too. Same brown hair and blue eyes. Just no tattoos.

"That's my sister." A voice from behind startles me.

"She's beautiful. She looks a lot like you too." I smile down at the picture of the girl. Louis comes into the room with two mugs in his hand. He hands me one and sits on the sofa behind me. I place the frame back on the table and sit beside Louis on the couch.

"Her name was Hannah." Louis stirs his finger around in his mug.

"W-Was?" I gulp loudly. Louis nods and sighs deeply. Louis puts his mug on the table and turns to me completely.

"Hannah died a year ago. She was only thirteen. Her and Mum got into a fight about something so stupid. Names were thrown back and forth. Hannah got sick of it and ran out the house into the rain." A tear slips out of Louis' eye and he stops to wipe it. "L-Later, I went to go look for her in the park and found her at the slide shivering and soaked. I ran up to her and hugged her into my body, trying to get her warm. The house was only five minutes away but I knew she wouldn't make it back that far. I had came to find her too late. She had been out here too long. I cuddled her into my chest and listened to her cry. Her body shook violently as she held onto me tight. As she was crying and shaking I knew I only had but so long with her." A few more tears slipped out of Louis' eyes as he was telling me. I grabbed Louis and pulled him into a tight hug as he cried into my shoulder. "The last thing she said to me was she was cold." He mumbles into my hair. Louis held onto me tightly as a few sobs came out of his mouth. Minutes passed before Louis let go of me and pulled himself together. Louis smiles at me as he wipes his nose. I smile back and wait for something to happen. Louis and I continued to stare at each other. My eyes go to his lips a he continues to stare at my face. I make the first move and lean in on him. Louis' eyes go to my lips and he starts to lean in too.

Louis' lips meet mine in an instant. He kisses on my lips roughly as I kiss back. The kiss soon turns into a heated make out session. I know its wrong to kiss your best friend's boyfriend, But I cant help what I'm doing. Its almost like I'm still drunk. My hands go to the top of Louis' shirt as I push him down. I climb on top and stradle him. The kiss that turned into a make out session was turning into much more before Louis pulled away.

"Look, I'm sorry. I cant-" Louis pushes me off of him and sits up.

"No, Its alright. I'm sorry." I mumble and stand up. "I'll go now." I rush out the door and leave Louis in his house dumbfounded. I know Its late but I don't care, I needed to leave.

I would go home but I need some time for myself too. The street light went out and I was walking in dark. I don't care, I just want to be alone right now.

I stopped and took out my phone. Once in hand, My phone was hit to the ground and the pieces were sprawled out. I groan and look back. Man with a gun..

I stood scared in front of the man. The man had brown eyes and blonde hair. He had tattoos that went all the way down his arm and dimple piercings. He was only a few inches taller than me. He still scared me though.

As he held the gun up higher to my head a whimper escaped my lips, causing him to laugh. My breath got caught in my throat when he cocks the gun. The man was about to shoot when he was hit to the ground. I catch my breath that had been caught in my throat and look to the man. The man was on the ground getting punched in the face. On top, was Harry who delivered the punches. After five hard punches, The man was out cold. Harry stood up from off the man and spit on the ground beside him as if its a way to mark his territory. Harry's head snaps in my direction as I move from the wall slightly. Anger and Relief filled Harry's face when he saw me. Harry says nothing but walks past me to the car. I look at him bewildered. Is he going to leave me?

"Aren't you going to get in?" Harry snaps. I flinch and fast-walk to the car. I get in as he does and stare at him, waiting for him to say something. "Stop staring at me." He snaps. I turn and face the window quickly.

"I'm sorry." I mumble to him.

"Sorry isn't going to fucking cut it, Sam." He snaps.

"I said I was sorry. There was nothing I could do." I argue.

"You could've stayed with Louis." He continues to argue back.

"Yea, well, I didn't." I roll my eyes. Harry stays silent and Ignores me. "Such a twat. How did you even find me?" I ask.

"Louis called me." He says without a bit of emotion.

"You could've left me there." I mumble.

"You wanted to get shot?" Harry glances at me with an eyebrow lifted.

"Who says I didn't?"

"I know you didn't. I saw the fear in your eyes, Sam. I wasn't going to just leave you there to get shot." Harry tells me.

"But that wasn't your decision." I explain.

"Dammit, Samantha." Harry slams his hand on the steering wheel in anger.

"Your such an inconsiderate ass, You know that?" I turn to him and tell him.

I flinch back and look down, around the car. Wait, Harry doesn't have a car. A crunch sounds from below my feet and I move my foot. Glass..

"Wait, Harry, You don't have a car.." I start but stop as Harry's face becomes evident of how frustrated he is.

"I stole it."

My Jaw drops and my eyes widen.

"Harry-" I start to lecture him but Harry cuts me off.

"I like the way my name comes out of your mouth." He mumbles with a slight hint of flirty-ness.

"Harry, Stop." I say sternly.

"Alright." He mumbles and parks the car. I look out the window and notice its my house. I groan and unbuckle my seatbelt. "A thank you, would be nice." Harry mumbles.

"Thank you." I fake a smile and get out. I start to walk to my door to make Harry think im going inside and look behind to see He is still there.

"Why aren't you going inside?" Harry asks with a hint of concern. I look back at the door of the house once more, then run back to the car. I run around the passenger's side and get in.

"I-I did something bad." I mumble to him, looking down ashamed. Harry chuckles and turns himself more to me.

"Well, what did you do?" He asks, still laughing.

"I kissed Louis." I tell him.

He goes silent and stares in shock.

"And. here I am thinking you were innocent.. I guess I was wrong." he jokes.

I give him a deadly glare before continuing.

"Jane's my best friend and if she ever found out, She'd be crushed." A tear escapes my eye as I think of all the things that could happen. "S-She's all I have, Harry." My voice almost cracks at the end. Harry pulls me into a tight hug and rubs my back.

"You have me." He mumbles into my hair. I nod on his shoulder and hold him tighter. After a few minutes, I pull away from Harry and sit back in my seat with a sigh. "Come on, You must be hungry." Harry turns back to the steering wheel and starts the car. I buckle my seat belt and ride.