Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

19

Harry parked his car on the side of the road. I snap from out of my daze and look to see where we are. Harry's house. I unbuckle my seat belt and step out of the car. Harry gets out on his side and walks towards the house with me following behind.

"Have a seat. I'll be back." Harry says. I nod and walk to the living room. I sit down in the closest seat and look over at Harry. He's so gorgeous. The definition of his cheek bones came first, followed by the flowing brunette locks that framed his face. The muscles in his neck tensed as he swallowed, grabbing two plates. Before I knew it, Harry was looking back at me as I stared at him, flashing two dimples as he smiled. The butterflies in my stomach almost made me throw up as he smiles, getting closer and closer.

"I ordered Pizza hut." Harry tells me as he slumps down beside me on the sofa. I nodded and sink back in my seat a little more. I put my face in my hands and let out a loud yet muffled sigh. "You alright?" Harry asks quite concerned if you ask me. I nod and uncover my face. Harry looks at me for a good second before rapping his arms around me, sending shivers down my spine. Honestly, I needed a hug. I can't stop over thinking this whole situation. Kissing and almost sleeping with your best friend's boyfriend then the worst part is that I live with her. Harry pulls away fast and reaches into his pocket. I look at him sad and confused as he pulls his hand out. In hand, He has a vibrating phone. He press the answer button and brings it to his ear.

"Hello?" His strong voice answers. Harry licked his lip as he listened to the person on the other line. He nodded to himself, said a few 'Yea's and 'Calm down's. Harry then, to my surprise, handed me the phone. I looked at him confused as I took it to my ear.

"Hello?" My meek voice asked.

"Oh, Thank god your safe. I was getting worried here. Why didn't you call me?" Jane asks actually concerned. I have to tell her. I cant keep this a secret from her. sure, she might hate me but its the thought that counts. "Sam?" she calls through the phone snapping me of thought.

"I-I kissed Louis." I admit. The line is silent. "Jane, I'm sor-" I start to apologize but the sound of her hanging up stops me. I groan and hand Harry back his phone. "She hates me." I say, my voice cracking at the end. Harry, again, wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. I reluctantly wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him. "Why are you being nice to me?" I ask curious to whats up with his act. Harry looks down at me and shrugs.

"Because I cant stand to see you in a bad mood." I nod and the room stays silent as I'm held in Harry's arms.

"Thank you." I mumble into his chest.

"For what?" Harry's deep voice now confused.

"For Being here for me right now." I look up at him in all seriousness. A small smile sneaks onto Harry's face as I finish that sentence. I pull away from Harry's embrace and stare at him, waiting for him to speak up. Harry doesn't though. Instead he stares back too. His smile fades and a look of seriousness appears on his face as he places his big hand to my cheek. I place my hand on top of his as he starts to lean into me. My eyes start to close at the same time Harry's does. Our lips meet together in a matter of seconds in a kiss. It didn't take long before we were making out on his couch. His hands were sneakily sliding up my shirt, as my hands rested on his chest. Breathing was heavy, hands were clumsy. At first, I didn't mind Harry's hands, but then they went up a little too far, where my bra hook was. My breath got hitch slightly as I stopped kissing and froze. Harry must of sensed it since he pulled back and looked at me in an unsure way.

"Relax." He told me as he leaned in again. I nod and let him kiss me, Kissing back myself. Harry bit my lip to get inside my mouth instead of licking my bottom lip, asking. As soon as my mouth was open, Harry's tongue was in. Harry grasped my thigh and moved me closer, making me sit in his lap. His hands traveled from my bra back down to the end of my shirt. Harry pulled away from the kiss slowly, grinning from ear to ear. After a good second, He pressed his lips to mine gently and placed his hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to get us as close as possible. He pulled away after a few seconds, looking into my eyes. His were dark, filled with lust- and I'm sure mine were too seeing as I could feel the anticipation rising up inside of me. 

"H-Harry, stop." I whisper, pushing him away slightly.

"Why?" He asks, disappointed..?

"I can't do that, right now. That's too fast.." I shake my head.

"Alright." Harry plants a kiss on my nose and grins. "Im tired." He adds.

"Can I take a shower?" I ask shyly. Harry nods and points down the hall like I don't know where its at. I nod curtly and rush down the hall to the bathroom. I turn on the shower head and step into the warm water. I washed up quickly and step out of the shower. I wrap the towel around my wet body and realize I have nothing to wear. I open the bathroom door and peek my head out. My eyes were met with Harry's who was sitting on the bed in boxers.

"I need some clothes." I mumble quite shy. Harry nods and walks to his closet. Harry pulls out a few things and hands them to me. I mutter a 'Thank you' before returning back to the bathroom and change. As I change I check to see what he gave me. Joggers, Guns 'N' roses T-shirt, Bra and panties. When I look at the bra and panties, I find that their mine. Instead of getting curious, I shrug it off. I open the door and walk out the bathroom feeling fresh. I turn my head to look at Harry to see him almost gawking at me.

"Damn.." Harry grins, looking me up and down. I laugh at his almost gawking and sit on the bed with him. Harry turns on the bed more towards me "Hungry? The pizza is here." He asks. I shake my head and he nods. He holds out his arms. I take a second to look at him weirdly before going into his warm embrace.

"W-What are we, Harry?" I ask into his chest.

"That's the thing, Sam." Harry says into my ear. I shift under him slightly so that I'm looking up at his face. "I can't and don't want to be friends." He says. I nod and start to pull away, saddened by Harry's words, but am pulled back in by Harry. "I want- no, need to be more than friends." He adds.

"Best Friends?" I grin.

"No." Harry rolls his eyes.

"Best friends forever?" My grin gets bigger.

"No, Sam." Harry's voice said frustrated. I look at him confused trying to figure out what he's at. Then it pops into head.

"You wanna..?" I start to ask but too surprised to answer.

"Y-Yeah." He says kinda embarrassed.

"Oh.." I respond back in a happier tone. A smile then appears on Harry's face as I grab and hold his hand. Harry and I cuddle for a little bit until I yawn.

"Go to sleep. I can tell your tired." He tells me and adjust himself for me to sleep comfortably. I nod and sink down more into Harry's side. I close my eyes and let myself fall into a restful sleep.