Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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My phone shook in pocket violently as I pushed the big target bag of bed stuff into the back of Harry's truck. I pull the phone out of pocket and look down at it.


It was from Liam. It read;


'Meet me at Starbucks? Need to talk'


I sigh to myself as I typed back a quick okay.


"Where to next?" Harry asks once I'm in the truck with him.


"Starbucks." I tell him.


"Why?" he asks.


"I'm meeting Liam there."


His hand on the steering wheel automatically tightens up and turns white at the knuckles. Great..


"Why?" He presses.


"I don't know, I didn't ask." I tell him.


"Well, ask." he demands.


"No." I shake my head. Why would I, out of nowhere, ask Liam why he wants to meet? that's stupid.


"Samantha, You better ask him before I..."


"Before you what?" I tilt my head over in innocence and confusion as I smirk, knowing Harry won't do anything.


"Before I cut his fucking balls off and break his face." he threatens.


Simply, I roll at my eyes even though I know Harry isn't messing around. He will hurt him..


"Just take me there." I tell him.


"Whatever. I'm coming in with you though." He shifts gears in the truck as he speaks.


"Okay." I nod.
*****
Harry and I walk into the small café after 10 minutes of driving and parking outside. As soon as I was inside, Liam had called me over to a table in the corner of the room.


I walk towards the table with a smile on my face and Harry trailing behind me.


"Oh, I didn't know you were bring him with you. I would have gotten him a cup of coffee too." Liam frowns looking between the two drinks in front of him and Harry.


"It's fine. I didn't know he was coming either nor that you got me coffee, Thank you." I wave him off.


"It's no problem." He smiles.


I smile back and push the chair so I can sit in front of Liam. As I'm reaching for my coffee Harry grunts in annoyance.


"Why the hell are we here?"


"Liam needs to talk to me." I glare up at him.


"Well, talk." he rolls his eyes looking between Liam and I.


This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes.


"What'd you need to talk about?" I ask the brown eyed boy in front of me.


"I got in." he chokes out with a big smile.


I smile back just as wide and sip my hot coffee.


"That's great. I knew you'd get in." I pat his arm in a friendly gesture.


"Yeah. The bad part is, is that leave in a couple days." he stirs his finger in his coffee and frowns.


"How long is a couple days?"


"Four days."