The Girl with the Tattoo(Harry Styles Fanfic)

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The boy with the tattoo

*Antisocial pessimist in a world full of coffee and snow*

24 hours before

She was just all around beautiful. Her skin was flawless. Her clothes complemented her well.

The skin tight jeans she had were enough to make me sweat. Her lips were painted red which made her eyes seem bright.

If I was going to be spending the next hours of my life with this girl I would definitely be getting to know her a lot better.

She's been daydreaming for a while now and it's sort of interesting how she just staring at nothing.

I bet her name fits her well. Maybe it's like a Eliza or a Sara. Even though in my eyes she looks like a diamond among gems.

She finally focuses back on me.

She wrinkles her nose and sneezes into her sleeve and looks embarrassed.

I wish I had a moist towelette for her.

I wonder how long she has left to live. Probably years of old age. I wish I could be the one to be there for her.

What am I saying?

I don't even know this chick. She's probably another blonde who thinks she owns everything. I've met a lot of those.

She looks like a brat. Her hair all those unnatural colors she's probably a brunette.

Where is the dude anyway? He said meet him here early and he's nowhere to be found.

My feet curl up at the since of anxiety. What if he doesn't make it in time.

The wannabe blondie comes back with the hot chocolate that she made me say please for.

Her hands slightly touches mine and it brings chills to my skin. I am totally screwed.

She smiles at me.

I wink at her.

She looks taken back and at that moment I know I hate her.