Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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Sam winces as I dab the dirt off her leg and clean it.

"Sorry." I frown up at her. "Almost done." I add. I look back down and dip the wet shirt into the bucket of clean water. I pull the shirt out of the water and ring it out before dabbing her leg again. "What happened to you?"

"Its simple. I was running and fell."

"Did you get pushed?"

"No, Harry." She sighs in frustration. I say nothing and continue to clean up her scars, bruises, and cuts.

"Go ahead, say it.." Sam whispers. I stop dabbing and look up at her.

"Say what?"

"I told you so.. Say it, Harry. Say it. You were right, I was wrong. You told me so. I did get hurt and you were right. Now, say it. Say it.." She says dully.

My mouth gapes slightly as she stares intently at me.

"I'm not going to say.."

"Your thinking it though." She cuts off.

"Samantha, I'm not."

"Then what are you thinking?" She snaps.

She might be hurt but she sure didn't lose that attitude.

"I'm not fucking think it." I drop the shirt in the bucket and sigh. Sam stays silent and shifts on the tree stomp. I sigh and scratch the back of my head with a deep frown.

"Sorry." She whispers. I say nothing and nod.

"Okay."

*****

I sit Samantha on the bed in the tent without any words. We haven't said a word to each other. She'd open her mouth to say things sometimes but Just shut it back. It was quite annoying.

"Harry, I said I was sorry. Will you just please talk to me?" She begs, breaking silence.

I look up at her and sigh.

"I know.."

"Harry, 'I know' isn't really communicating. How about 'I know, I'm sorry for being such a douche' or 'I know, but, I just need some space'?"

"I'm not apologizing and I don't need space." I sigh angrily.

"Then what do you need, Harry? Tell me what you need, I'll give it to you. Just tell me what you need.." She whispers the last part with a deep frown.

"I need for you to be okay. That's all I need." I lightly rub her knee for reassure.

"I am okay." She smiles down at me. I smile back as she pretends to be okay for me.

"I meant, Actually okay. Healed, Happy..Not like this." I watch as her smile turns down slowly with a sad face to match.

"I know." She sighs. "I Just want you to be happy."

"I am happy, I'm Just worried about you."

"Don't. I may not be able to walk on one foot, but I can do everything else."

She wraps her arms around my neck and brings me close.

And I mean, Real close..

"I don't care." I shake my head, bringing my arms around her small waist, carefully.

She giggles lightly, coming closer and closer to me, Leaning in to kiss me. I close my eyes as Sam does. Just as I'm about to touch her lips, I remember something.

"Fuck!" I exclaim, opening my eyes slowly in frustration. Sam opens her eyes and looks around my face curiously.

"What? What is it?"