Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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Harry and I rode around in silence, looking for somewhere to eat. Ever since the doctor walked in the room, he's been silent. He seems pissed off..

On the other hand, The doctor said that the lump wasn't anything serious and the rest was just simply sickness.

The silence in the car is killing me. I reach my hand from my lap and turn on the radio. Country music fills the speakers of the truck as stare out the window. All of a sudden, the music stops. I turn my head fast and find that Harry had turned off the radio.

"Turn that damn bullshit off." He grumbles under his breath. Instead of saying anything, I stare at him in disbelief. Harry doesn't pay any attention me and keeps his eyes on the road, ahead of him.

"Are you kidding me?" I cross my arms over my chest, angrily. Harry looks at me for half a second but turns his eyes back to the road. No, let me correct that. Glared at me.. "What's your problem?" I glare at him. He says nothing, so I continue. "You acting like an asshole." Harry turns and looks at me for a second, holding a tight glare.

"Don't even!" He shakes his head at me, keeping his eyes on the road.

"What? Don't even what?"

"Don't even try that innocent shit on me! I saw you flirting with that doctor!" He raises his voice slightly.

"What are you talking about?" I raise my voice too. I was truly confused. I wouldn't flirt with anyone but my boyfriend.

"You were all over him! Laughing, flirting, touching, all right in front of me! Your boyfriend! The one who cared so much to take you there!" He shouted in the car.

"What are you trying to say? That I'm a slut? A whore? What?" I shout back. Harry says nothing to me as he scratches his nose. "Just say it, Harry." I say more calmed.

"What do you want me to say? I'm not going to call my girlfriend a slut."

"It sure seems like you are." I tell him with an eye roll. Harry pulls up to Burger King and puts the truck in park.

"Is that what you want? For me to call you a slut? You know what, Fine. But, if your Just gonna get all butt hurt about it, you can leave. The door is right there. Leave if you think you can do better but, I can guarantee that you won't get very far. Now, you can stay or leave." Harry snaps. Harry opens his truck door and gets out without another look at me. I sit in the truck in shock for a second. Did he really

Just say that?

I unbuckle my seatbelt as I realize I probably look really dumb right now. I open the door and step out of the truck. I slam the door shut and walk inside with a confident look. As I walk in, I spot Harry sitting with some girl eating nuggets. I simply roll my eyes, seeing what he's doing and unbutton the two top buttons on my white button up shirt that was tucked into high waisted booty shorts, revealing some cleavage. It's a good thing I'm only wearing a bra under this shirt. I pull my hair back to one side, as I walk over to the cashier, swaying my hips.

"Hi, welcome to burger king. May I take your.. Virginity." The boys says cheekily to me. I must admit, the boy was pretty cute. Dirty Blonde, blue eyes, and a baby face.

"Hm, I don't know.. Maybe." I bite my lip seductively. "But for now, how bout chicken nuggets and a vanilla milkshake." I wink at him, bending over some, making sure he looks.

"That'll be three dollars and ninety-eight cents." He smile at me. Damn, he had some white teeth.

"I'll be back." I hold a finger up at him before running off to Harry. I tap on Harry shoulder and pull a sheepish smile when he turns around.

"Hm?" He hums, clearly annoyed I ruined his 'date'.

"Do you have five dollars?" I flip my hair from my shoulder, making sure Harry looks at my shoulder and notice I unbuttoned my shirt.

"Samantha," Harry ignores my question and glares at me, seeing what I had did.

"Yes, Harold?" I ask innocently.

"Button that up. Now." He demands. I roll my eyes and hold out my hand for money.

"Your not my dad. Now, give me the money, I'm hungry." I raise my voice slightly.

"And I'm not your dog. Now, button up your shirt." He mocks. I roll my eyes and do as said.

"Happy now?"

"Very." He says. He scoots out of the booth and reaches his hand in his back pocket. Harry pulls out his old, ripped wallet and digs through it for money. Harry pulls out a five dollar bill and hands it to me. "Pay then, we leave." He says sternly. I walk off, without looking back and give him the bird.

"Back." I smile flirtatiously at the guy as I walk back to the register.

"I see." He smiles at me with a light chuckle.

"Five dollars. Keep the change." I hand him the money with a wink.

*****

I walk through the front door of my house in front of Harry with a smirk, sipping on my milkshake. The ride home was completely silent. Tension filled the truck the whole time. From Harry's silence, I had known I won.

"Leigh?" I call to see if she's here. By the silence in here, I know she's gone. She's probably at her boyfriend. I shrug to myself and walk to the living room. I plop down on the couch and grab the remote, turning on the Tv. The Couch sinks in as I change the channel.

"Sam.." Harry starts but I cut him off.

"No, you know what Harry? I don't want to hear it. You said chose and I did. Now you want to act like it never happened?" I snap. Harry stares at me in shock but quickly recovers.

"I didn't mean. Baby, you know I didn't. I was mad a just said it." Harry surprises me by how sad he sounded.

"I-I know, babe. I'm sorry too." I pull him into my chest and run my hands through his curls..