Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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I meant to get Hansel and Grettle witch hunters but I got 'Hansel and Grettle get baked' O.O #isthatweird?




Then, I think my cousin went to London so I started to freak out on her Instagram




'Wait why the Brit flag? ARE YOU IN LONDON WITH OUT ME?! :O OH GURLLL NO YOU DONT!!! MY HUSBAND IS THERE AND YOU DON'T INVITE ME?!'




Yup so that's me...




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I stared out the window as cars and people passed by. I was still upset with Harry and his awful behavior. He can't just hit or insult someone whenever he wants. He's lucky I got the man all cleaned up and apologized for his behavior. If I didn't, he probably would have been arrested and sued.




"Sam?" Harry calls softly to me.




I turn my head to look at him and hum.




"Are you still mad?" he asks.




"I'm not mad but I'm not too happy either." I stare out the front window and sigh.




He sighs and takes his eyes off the road to look at me for a second before looking back.




"It's wasn't even my fault." he grumbles, causing me to look over at him.




"He put his hands on me first." he adds.




"Did he hit you?" .




"He put his hands on me." He nods.




"Did he hit you?" I repeat.




Harry steers quietly as I send glares his way. He adjusts his hand on the wheel before shaking his head.




"No."




There it is..




Nothing more is said through the whole car ride to Target. All that's heard is the wind from outside. The silence is almost deadly. You never know what or when's something's going to happen. Its quite terrifying..




"Fuck." Harry hisses.




"What?" I ask.




"This piece of shit needs gas." he grumbles.




I simply nod and lean my head against the car window tiredly.




"Still mad?" he asks again.




"No, I'm just really tired." I tell him.




"You want to go home?"




"No, I still need to get pillows and blankets anyway." I shake my head.




"Okay." he shrugs.




Harry takes his hand from the steering wheel and places it on my thigh as he pulls into the 'AmPm' gas station.




"Want anything from inside?" Harry asks as he gets out the truck.




"Whatever you get." I shrug.




He nods and shuts the truck door before leaving off into the small shop.




After 3 minutes, Harry's back with a big 52 ounce cup of what looks like Dr. Pepper and a twix candy bar.




"I'll be back, I gotta fill the tank." He slips the drink and candy bar into the cup holder before getting back out of the truck.




-H A R R Y-




I stare over at the car next to me as I pump gas. Girls hung out the windows as loud music boomed from out it. I must admit, those girls looked hot in their small bikinis, but they were nothing compared to Samantha.




I turn back from the girls and pulled the hose from the tank. I pushed my hand into my pocket as I put the hose back on the hose holder. With my other hand, I push my hair back from my face. I stand and stare at the girls for a second before turning on my boot heel to my side of the truck.




"Is this Dr.Pepper?" Sam sips on the dark drink in the clear cup.




"Yeah, and it's mine." I tell her.




She stops sipping and frowns.




"Sorry, I just thought.." She trails off.




She sits the now half full cup down onto the cup holder and says no more. The only that's heard besides the truck engine is my light humming.




In a matter of minutes, we were parked in the target parking lot. I do what I need to do before getting out. I turn to shut the door of the truck but stop when I see Samantha is still sitting in there staring out the window on her side. Her hands were planted firmly on her lap and her seatbelt was tight across her chest to her neck.




"Are you going to get out or what?" I inquire.




"Yeah. Sorry, I kind of just blanked out." She nods.




"Alright, then. C'mon." I nod back.




"Okay." She moves her hands and unbuckles her seatbelt to get out.




She climbs out the truck as I slam the door shut and runs around the side of the truck to me.




As she comes over to me, I reach my hand onto her back and rub for reassurance. She looks up at me and furrows her eyebrows.




"What are you doing?" she asks looking back at my hand.




"Just rubbing your back." I shrug.




"Uhm.. Okay." She goes with it