The Bad Boy Met His Match

Chapter 4: Was it that hard?

Recap: Eva went over to the boys house to eat dinner, and harry was trying to act cool, but ended up falling down the stairs, and so Eva 'teased' him at the dinner table and the boys are going to meet Eva at the beach so they can see her new tattoo.   Next day: Harrys POV.  I can't believe Eva did that to me. Shouldn't she know better than to tease a punk like that? Surely she didnt know who she was messing with. Or maybe she isn't who I think she is. Either way, I'm going to find out who she is, and I will get her back. "Harry! Lets go! We will be late, and we will leave with out you." Zayns voice came floating up the stairs and slamming into me through the door. "Fine. Coming" I yelled back down to the with boys, impatiently waiting boys might I add. I opened my door and skipped down the stairs, not falling this time. I can't wait to see her tattoo. I bet it's girly. Like .. A butterfly of something. Wait, I have one of those. Ok I bet it's a flower... "Finally. Lets go." Liam said, I sighed. Time to get this over with. We all got in the car and drive to the place Eva told us to meet her. And there she was, sitting with a shirt over her bikini. That tease. She's going to make a show of revealing her tattoo. She ran over to us and greeted us with a smile. Well at least someone's happy. Eva's POV   "Hey boys." I said smiling, "you ready to swim?" I asked excitedly. Various answers ranging from "hell yeah"s and "yep! Lets go!"s is what I got flooded with. But one answer from a very irritating boy stood out. "I'm just excited to see your tat and then I could care less what we do." Harry smirked. "I bet I could think of a few things you wouldn't want to do." I say venomously. His eyes widened, then Narrowed quickly. "You wouldn't." He said, daring me to argue otherwise. "I think we all can agree when I say, I most definitely would, Harold." I say just as menacingly. Someone cleared their throat distracting me and harry from our stand off. "Um. Ok. Lets just swim, yeah?" Niall said, his voice pleasant to my ears. I sighed inwardly. Damn. I really wanted to see harry squirm. "Fine." I sighed defeatedly. "Let's go."   We walked over to my little area and I picked up tattoo skin rub to protect it from fading.     "Hey Zayn, would you mind?" I say holding up The bottle. He smirked.   Knowing harry wanted to do it badly. "Not at all." He said walking over to me, and taking the bottle. "But you're gonna have to take off your shirt, and show us that pretty little tat of yours." "There's nothing little about my "pretty little tat" " I say mocking him. "We'll see about that." Harry says highly, thinking I'm wrong and I just think it's big. Oh man is he wrong. It was a bitch to get but it serves my purpose. Now my parents have no ownership of me. They said if I got this tattoo they would disown me. And I've never wanted anything more. So I got it. And it was well worth it. "It's bigger than all of yours combined, there harold." I say. "First stop calling me Harold and two--" he says but getting cut off by louis. "Just show us the damn tattoo. The suspense is killing me." The others agree. "Ok, but harry, you're about to eat your words." And with that I slip my shirt over my head, and toss it onto the silky sand. I hear Zayn gasp. "What they fuck?" He questions. "What's a matter Zayn? Not what the pretty boy was expecting?" I say knowing full well that's what happened. I turn around so they other boys can see it. They all have the same reaction as Zayn. even harry is stunned. I'm starting to feel like a zoo animal so I turn back around to face the boys. "You can touch it if you want. Make sure it's not drawn on or something." I say jokingly. "Except you styles. I don't trust you." I say narrowing my eyes jokingly letting a smile break out across my face. "Oh and Zayn?" I say looking over my shoulder. "Y-yeah?" He stutters still amazed a girl like me got a tat like that.  "Make sure you get all of my tattoo covered well. And make sure it's all rubbed in." I laugh as he gingerly touches me as if he's afraid he will hurt me. "Damn it Zayn I'm not fragile. Ill ask Niall if you can't do this." I say as he has barely made progress. As soon as the words leave my mouth, he starts to rub a bit harder like a normal person would. "Thank you. Christ, was it that bad?." I say when he finishes

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We played in the water for hours. They sun is going to set soon, and I'm taking advantage if the last streams of sunlight to tan. Soon, the sun is blocked by a body. "What can I do for you harry?" I ask knowing its him. "Turn over." Is all he says. I do as told and now I'm laying on my stomach, not so much as looking up. I know what he's going to do. He puts one leg over me and straddles my back like he's going to give me a massage. He looks at my tattoo. My full back angel wings tattoo (a/n: pic on side. If I can figure out how lol) he takes his finger and gingerly traces each feather and mumble to himself about how beautiful it is. We stay like that for god knows how long, each stroke of his delicate finger sends me closer and closer to sleep. And finally the dreams take over, all my worries forgotten, with a real angel on my back. He has real wings, while I had to draw mine on, hoping they would become real, knowing they would not.

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