Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

I nodded in response while catching my breath from the recent excitement brought to my body. Grabbing the pullover from off of the floor, I turned around so that my back was towards Harry. Yes, he has seen quite a bit of my exposed body, but I still feel the need to conceal it from him. I’m extremely insecure, what can I say? I had the pullover thrown over my head and almost pulled down when I felt his large hand delicately grip my waist.

“What’s this?” he asked, with great curiosity. His fingers traced over a small black ink mark half hidden under my shorts on my left hip. The shape was of a whale tail.

“What does it look like?” I sarcastically said with a small smile.

“Well, I never really saw you being a tattoo person.” He playfully argued, still tracing the curve of the tail on my hip with his thumb, eyeing it intently. He was right. I would most definitely not consider myself as a person who would go out and get a tattoo just for the hell of it. We all know I’m terrified of needles. This particular tattoo was one I got on a night out on the town with Tylor a couple of months ago. My mind was stressed from leaving home back in the U.S and from my parents who disproved of my attending school for art. That rendezvous still remains a blur in my mind. All I remember is downing a generous amount of alcohol, the burning sensation hitting the back of my throat, then waking up the next morning to find my permanent reminder of that night. At least I don’t remember the pain from the needle, and I actually like the little design. Whales are my favorite animal. It was quite hilarious when Tylor and I both woke up in his flat, sprawled on the floor of his living room. He surprised himself with a tattoo as well. On his right bicep was a lightning bolt similar to the famous scar on Harry Potter’s forehead. I couldn’t help but think that it was probably my idea. Harry Potter is and will always be a huge part of my childhood. Tylor responded to it with a bit of outrage but ended up laughing it off as I said that it was a mark that will remind him of me. I’m the Ron Weasley(since I’m a redhead and I have a fear of spiders) to his Harry Potter. Best friends. 

"Umm... I was quite drunk one night." I said regrettably. 

His eyes grew wide in astonishment. "You? Charlie? Got drunk?"

"Why are you giving me that look?!" I retorted in response to his wide eyes. 

"The most alcohol I've seen you down is one glass." he laughed. "I just don't see you doing anything like that." he poked my cheek patronizingly. 

"I- I don't know!" I stammered, feeling my cheeks slightly redden.

"So you have a naughty side as well..." he grinned, lowering his hand down towards my bum.