Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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"Harry, please stop." I push Harry's hot off from my tired body.

"Why?" Harry pulls himself back onto my back and hooks his arms around me.

"Because I'm tired and I need to fill out these job applications." I sigh. I don't know why but Harry seems a lot more clingy then usual. It's so not him.

"Hm.." He hums against my neck.

"What?"

"Nothing. I mean, you could be in bed with me and do this now or you can do this now and be tired as fuck in the morning and I know you like to go hiking in the mornings." He shrugs sheepishly.

"But I really need to finish this."

"No, you can finish this another time." Without any warning, my papers are thrown across the tent.

Really?

"This is better for you. Now, let's go to sleep, I'm tired." Harry pulls me back onto the sleeping bag and holds me down.

I move from our spooning position and turn to face Harry. I lean on my arm and stare at his Pierced face. His eyes were shut tight as he leaned his head on top of his arm (near his neck).

"Quit staring and go to sleep." Harry says just as I think he's possibly sleep.

I laugh and slide down under Harry, my head against his chest and my legs tangled in his. Even though we didn't fit like a puzzle, we still went together perfectly.

****

I watch in laughter as Harry tries to be a lumber jack. Since we need more firewood, Harry decides just because his words are harsh and man like, he can be a lumber jack.

"Harry, let me do it." Clyde rolls his eyes as Harry swings his axe in a bunch of different places.

"No, I can do it!" Harry whines like Nemo in finding nemo, causing me to laugh again.

"Harry, let him do. He knows what he's doing." I tell the stubborn boy chopping wood.

"I said, no." Harry continues to chop angrily.

As a result of Harry not listening to me nor Clyde,

I walk towards the boy in a red plaid shirt without sleeves and gently wrap my arms around him from behind. As Harry feels my arms around him, he stops swinging the axe at the tall tree.

"Stop." I whisper against his right ear as he slowly puts the axe down.

Slowly and surely, Harry stops everything he's doing and turn to face me. He smiles down at me, his breath still being regained, and lean his head against mine.

"Sorry.."

"It's alright. Just tell me what got you so angry."

"I wasn't mad." Harry laughs lightly.

That's a lie but I'm not going to ruin this moment by saying something. Not again.

"Okay." I smile, pretending to buy it. "As long as your okay." I nod.

"I am."

"Alright. I'm going to go find something to eat, You coming?" I pull my grip away from Harry's waist and move my forehead from his.

Harry shakes his head and steps back from me. "No, but will you bring me back something?"

"Yeah, sure." I shrug.

I turn and walk away from the group of 'manly' boys and pad my way to mine and Harry's tent. Inside, laid a bag of Food for only us. For me, I got a simple granola bar and for Harry, since he doesn't like to eat healthy, I got him a Twix candy bar.

As I'm walking out of the tent, I see that Harry and the boys are back, surrounding the

Fire pit. I smile watching as Harry fixes the wood around the pit to make it look perfect.

I call Harry's name and wait for him to turn around. When he turns around, I wave the Twix bar in my hand and look at him with a sweet smile. He jogs towards me. He takes the Twix from my hand with a light peck on my forehead.

"Thanks."