Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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"Harry, you can't just pick up you stuff and come into my apartment like you live here, 'Cause you don't." I cross my arms over my chest.

"Yes I can, just watch me." He says before turning and heading to the door.

"Harry, you can't just be with me 24/7. I've got a life, you know.." I say, interrupting him from walking out the door.

He turns around and raises a shocked eyebrow at me, door open and hand still on knob.

"Excuse me?" he asks in shock.

I see why he's in shock. I mean, I barely stand up to Harry. Why? He's kinda scary..

"I said, I have a life and I don't need you up my ass all day either." I retort.

Harry's face held pure shock and slight amusement. I bet mine was the same. First talking back, then cursing. I'm on a roll..

"Your getting real bold there, aren't you, Sam?" Harry smirks.

Harry removes his left hand from the door and takes a few slow steps over to me, walking on his heels. Suddenly, I am scarred of what Harry could do.

"Yeah, Yeah I am." I reply boldly yet nervously.

"Your getting way too big for your britches, Samantha." Harry laughs, shaking his head.

"No, I think you have. You can't just come into my apartment and say your moving in. One, I already told you No, but you don't listen. Two, I really don't need nor want you up my ass and in my business 24/7. I mean, Jesus Christ." I say in one big breath.

Harry looks at me intensely with a complete straight face. He stares for a while and I start to get worried that I shouldn't have said anything at all. But he surprises me when he does open his mouth and says something.

"Okay."

With that, Harry has backed away, out of my door, leaving me speechless.