Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

47

~Harry~

I can't help but think, what if Louis escaped Jail. He sounded as if he was running from someone. I just don't know who..

~Sam~

I stare at the blue wall behind Leigh as she explains the details to her Halloween party and what she's going to wear. I really didn't care, if I was being honest. She's been yapping about the party since last week. At first, I was excited but then, after a week, it got annoying and tiring. I don't even know when the party is but I'm guessing Halloween night, the usual day for a Halloween party.

Right as she was about to tell me something about who she was inviting, my phone blares through the large and hollow bedroom.

"Sorry, can this wait? Liam's probably calling me to boast about Nebraska." I smile lightly at the thought of Liam's excitement of college.

"Oh, yeah, Sure." She nods up at me. Even though she smiled, I saw a bit of disappointment in her eyes.

I run out Leigh's room and slide across the wood floor to mine. I run across the room and grab my phone off the bed right at the 2nd to last ring. I immediately slide the answer button and press the phone to my ear, seeing as it's not Liam, but Harry.

"Hey," I answer a bit flirtatiously, knowing that my boyfriend is on the other line.

"Hey, are you free today?" I was a bit taken aback by how urgent his voice sounded out to be. Maybe even a bit of worry in there too.

"I don't think I'm that free today, Harry." I blow out a puff of air as I run my hands through my hair.

"What do you mean, your not that free today?" Harry asks as his temper goes lower and lower and his anger rises.

"I've got a life too, Harry. Its not just about you."

"I know but this is important." Harry breathes out, angrily.

"Okay, so is what I'm doing right now." I tell him as I stand from my bed. I don't know what's up with Harry but he needs to just learn it's not always going to be about him.

"Well..." He pauses and thinks for a second. "Can I come over.. and help?" He asks softly.

As much as I want to laugh at this desperate Harry, I won't because I know he'll just get pissed off. Instead, I Just respond with a 'Sure'.

Harry lets me know he's coming in about 10 minutes before we say goodbye and hang up.

****

The ringing of a doorbell fills my ears as I slip down the stairs. (A/N: 'Slip' as in walk down fast.)

I rush to the front door, knowing Harry is stood in front of it, before Leigh could get there and let him in.

I smile widely as I pull the door open to reveal a very good looking Harry. He stood outside wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a black tank too that revealed his tattooed up body.

Harry walked into my apartment with his lips in a thin line and his arms crossed over. My smile instantly disappears.

"What's wrong?" I close the door behind me and walk up to Harry.

"Nothing. Why?" he shrugs.

Of course he would push me away like that.

"Harry, I know something's wrong. That's why you came here." I look up to his tall, lean body as I worry about what possible bad news he could give me.

"It's nothing really. I just wanted to see you."

I roll my eyes as he continues to deny that he's upset. I wish he'd just know I'm not stupid. I couldn't take it anymore so I just snapped.

"Harry, will you stop pushing me away? I'm clearly trying to help you here and you don't even care." My hands go through the top of my head where my hair sat. I paced in front of him as he stared at me. I even cursed a bit.

"I'm fed up with it, Harry. I care about you, you know." I know he didn't come here to fight and I have better things to do than just that but if that's what it's going to take to get what Harry's hiding out, then so be it.

Harry says nothing but stares as I bite my lip from saying something I'll regret.

"If I tell you this, You will worry and panic and have an anxiety attack. I know I should tell you and you'll eventually find out but..Yeah." he says slowly for me to understand fully.

"Harry, just tell me." I plead, tilting my head over a bit.

He pushes his lip ring out and looks behind him at a photo of Marilyn Monroe on the wall as he adjusts his beanie.

"Louis called me today." he says almost below a whisper. I almost didn't hear him, but good thing I did.

"When?" I ask back very quickly.

"Earlier this evening."

I nod.

"What'd he say?"

"Row lied. He didn't kill anyone, he has no blood on his hands. He stole something." Harry stops messing with his beanie and looks down at his black boots as he messes with his pockets.

"Well what'd he steal?" I ask, trying to get a good look of Harry's face.

"I-I don't know, he didn't say. He hung up saying something about people coming after him before he could tell me." He explains.

"Coming after him? What does that mean?" I get closer to Harry as I interrogate.

"I-I don't know! I just know that he stole something and he's running away from something or someone." He shrugs.

I stand still and stare up at Harry with my lips, too, in a thin line. Is it possible that he had escaped Jail? If so, where would he go?