Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

21

I striped out of my clothes and into my undies. I change out of my nude bra and into my green sports bra. I pull out one of Harry's button up shirts and slip it on. I button the shirt up to the last two buttons, giving some air. I slip my white and black stripped socks onto my feet and walk downstairs. The doorbell rings as I walk past the door. I turn back around and go to answer the door. When I answered the door and guy that looked around thirty was stood outside with a bag that obviously had food in it. Once the man saw me, his eyes popped out of his head. My eyes widen as I realized what he's looking at. It didn't help that the shirt was barely to the end of my butt.

"Harry, food is here." I call to him. To my luck, Harry came right as I had said that and walked in front of me with money in hand. Harry gave the guy the money and snatched the bag in silence. The guy took another glance at me before the door was slammed in his face. Harry didn't say anything to me, he just walked past me into the kitchen.

"Are you mad?" I follow Harry into the kitchen and break the silence. Harry takes the food out of the bag and set it on the counter without any words.

"I'm sorry." I say which comes out more as a question. A loud sigh comes out of Harry's mouth as he stops what he's doing. Harry turns around and opens his mouth.

"Baby, I'm not mad." He says. "Not at you at least." He adds, coming closer to me.

"Then what?" I look into his eyes and ask.

"That guy." Harry's face became slightly red with anger as he mentioned him.

"Harry.." I start but he cuts me off.

"How he looked at you. It Just.. Just boiled my blood, Sam." He explains with anger.

"Haz, Its alright." I try to relax him.

"No, Only I can look at you that way. Your mine, Sam. Mine." He responds quickly.

"I know." I wrap my arms around his neck. Harry's hand automatically goes to the small of my back, holding me close to him. Harry and I stare into each others eyes for minutes. Those minutes felt like hours and those hours were amazing. I let go of Harry and went to the food when my stomach rumbled.

"The one on the left is yours." Harry tells me to keep me from being confused. I nod and pick up the little box on the left. "Its orange chicken and rice." Harry reassures me of my confusion again. I nod and place the box on the counter beside my fork. Harry then Joins me for dinner. There was silence as we ate but a lot to talk about.

"I'll drive you to a real estate place tomorrow." Harry breaks the silence. I nod and chew my food quietly.

"Ok, but I'll need your help." I tell Him. Harry freezes when I tell him that. "Harry, It wont be bad. It's just picking out a place to live, you've done it before." I remind him. Harry unfreezes and nods slowly Harry and I finish out food minutes after. I stand up from the counter and let a yawn escape my mouth.

"Go to bed, I'll be up in a few, Okay?" nodding, I simply turn and find my way to bed.