Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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--SAMANTHA--

I step out of the shower, literally, steaming. Not Just from the shower, but anger. I was, surprisingly, more angry than sad. I can't even believe he's here.

I wrap my body in a towel and sit on the closed toilet seat. I put my face in my hands and let out some sort of well needed shriek. I rub my hands over my eyes and frown. I move my hands from my face when a knock hits my bathroom door.

"What?" I groan.

"Can we talk?" Harry sounded from the opposite side of the door.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes even though he can't see me.

"That's not an answer, Samantha." Harry says with a small laugh.

"It's the only answer your going to get." I respond back, sassily.

"Samantha.."

"Will you just let me dry off and change in peace?" I snap, cutting him off.

"Fine." He responds.

I sigh, hearing his footsteps get softer and softer, knowing he's leaving. I dry myself off and drop my towel to the floor. As the towel falls to the floor, I realize I came in here without any clothes. I groan, remembering Harry is probably in my room. As much as I don't want to, I have to go in there and get something to wear.

I pull my towel back onto me and open the bathroom door. I walk past Harry without a single glance at him and go to my drawers. I open the first one and look through my drawer of underwear.

A pair of arms randomly wrap around my waist and puffs of hot air was breathed onto my neck.

"You have no idea how much this fucking turns me on, do ya?" He breathes against my neck.

"No, and quite frankly, I don't care. This is my room, if it turns you on so much, you can leave." I respond Harshly, pulling out a random pair of underwear.

"Sam.."

"No, let me change, then you can talk." I cut him off.

"Meow, pussy cat." He jokes.

I turn around completely and frown up at him.

"Oh, wow.." I roll my eyes.

"That's right, babe." He winks cheekily.

"Stop it, really. That's gross, and you sound like a pedophile."

"But, I'm your pedophile."

"Yeah, keep tell yourself that, Harold."

"Don't call me that." He scolds.

"Whatever." I say with a small laugh. "I'm going to get dressed, I'll be back." I tell him, once I have my PJ's.

I move his arms from my stomach and walk off into the bathroom where I will get dressed.

I shut the bathroom door and drop my towel to the ground. I slip on my underwear before Harry can burst through the door and try to rape me. I know that sounds really overreacted, but he's a very horny boy and he will try to rape me.

I pull on my shorts and grab my white, long sleeve tank, pulling it on with one swift movement. I then, unlock and open my door, walking out to Harry, who again, is on his phone.

"Wanted to talk?" I half-growl.

Anger rushed through me as I saw he was on the phone again. Alright, I take back what I said earlier. I'm not sad anymore, I'm Just angry.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He snaps, looking up from his phone.

"You and that stupid phone of yours is my problem. You've been on it all day and it annoys me." I tell him more calmly.

I know it sounds clingy, but it was the truth.

"Why does it even fucking bother you so much?"

"Because You've been mean and annoyed with me all day too. Your only happy when your phone buzzes." I frown down at him.

"That's a damn lie." He denies.

"Don't say it's not true because it is. You wouldn't know if it was till it was you." I roll my eyes.

"Well, I didn't mean to, I was just really happy."

"That's not an apology, Harry. You can try all you want, but it's still not a 'Sorry' coming from your mouth." I tell him.

"Yeah, I know.." He shrugs down at his feet.

It was so cute though. I mean, he looked like a little kid the way he did that. Well, a until his phone went off. As he was about to pick it up, I Jumped at it and grabbed it before he did.

"Ah-ha, so funny. Now, give it back." He holds his hand out.

"How 'bout..No." I smirk, keeping the phone in my reach.

"Seriously, Samantha. Give it back."

"Right after you tell me who...Kristen, is.." I read the name out to him.

"That's my aunt, a real estate owner, now, I would like my phone back" He says without any emotion.

"Oh-uh, sorry." I hand him the phone with a sheepish look.

"Mhm." He hums.

"I'm sorry, I just thought.."

"That I was cheating on you?" He cuts me off.

I stay silent as a mouse and shrug. Harry steps closer to me and pulls me into his grasp.

"Why would you think that?" He asks.

"I already told you." I tell him.

"I don't remember what you said, but I'd never do that to you." He presses his lips to my forehead softly.

"But you'd do it to anyone else." I say under my breath.

"Yeah, but your not anyone else." He grins.

I stay speechless and watch up at his grinning face. Though, I didn't know he if was serious or not, I believed him. If he says so, I believe him. Relationships are based on trust and I need to trust him.

He pulls me close to him by the waist and leans down to kiss me. As his lips touch mine, I wrap my arms around his neck. I pull away fast when his hands move from my waist to my butt.

"Keep your hands up here, curly." I move his hands up more to my waist.

"But why?" He pouts.

"Because I don't like your hands there." I tell him.

"But I do." He smiles cheekily.

"Stop it." I roll my eyes.

"Fine." He sighs dramatically.

I simply laugh as he gives me a really dramatic frown.

"Hm. Alright, well, I have to go. I have people to meet and papers to sign." He says seriously.

"Well, let me walk you down to the door." I take one of his hands from my waist into mine.

"Alright, if you insist." He shrugs.

He swings my hand one good time before starting to walk downstairs. I walk past the living room to the front door and let go of Harry's hand so I can let him out. I open the door and watch as he stands beside it with his hands in his pockets.

"See you later?"

"Yeah, later." I nod.

He nods curtly to me before walking out the door. I watch and wave as he gets into his car and drives away. I frown and shut the door as my stomach starts to growl. Tiredly, I turn from the door.

"Guess what?" Leigh asks from behind right as I close the front door.

"Hm?" I turn around and find a smile to put on my face.

"I signed you up for a sex education class at the college."

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{Lol first sex talk now sex Ed. ;D oh, wait till Harry finds out. :DD

Alright, baii:)

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