Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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-Harry's POV-

"Oh, come on, Harry. It's not like we haven't before." She presses biting her lip trying to be seductive.

"Yeah, that was when I wasn't dating anyone." I remind her in hopes that she won't get excited.

"We still did it, though." She shrugs.

"Whatever, I'm not fucking you." I roll my eyes in disgust.

"Fine, I guess you won't get any help." She says reminding me that I need help.

I think over what she's telling me to do. She wants me to fuck her even though she knows I have Sam. She's disgusting. Why would I fuck her?

Well, considering you have no help..

Fucking her the first time was pretty bad and I don't want to fuck her again. But if it protects Sam, then I'll do it, I guess.

"Fine, I'll fuck you." I sigh.

Row's mouth drops slightly as shock runs all through her features. I'd be the same way if I were in her position. Then again, if she was in mine, I wouldn't be shocked that she agreed.

"I'm glad you finally agreed." She smirks.

She comes across from her kitchen area to in front of me trying to be seductive. She walks closer to me and presses her chest to mine.

"Just relax," She pushes me onto her leather couch and sits on my hips.

"It's going to be fine." she whispered.

-Sam's POV-

It's now been an hour and a half and Harry is still not here. I haven't revived a call or a text from him at all and I'm pretty sad about that. Usually, he would let me know he's not coming but this time, I don't know. Maybe he's just too busy for me.

"Am I that boring?" Zayn laughs as he puffs out a bubble of smoke.

"What?" I furrow my eye brows at him.

"You kinda spaced out when I was talking to you there." He tells me.

"Oh, sorry. I was thinking about Harry again." I apologize, rubbing my forehead.

"I get it." He nods.

Even though he smiled, I saw the bit of disappointment in his eye. It almost made me a bit cautious.

"No, it's not that your boring or anything, I'm just a bit worried right now." I explain to him.

"I know." he takes another smoke.

Zayn is a good friend. I could see how Leigh and him were good friends. He was so nice and understanding. Almost like Liam.

"Come here." He holds his free, cigarette-less, hand out in front of me.

I look down at his large, dry hand and crunch my eyebrows up.

"Come on, I don't bite."

I laugh a little and take his hand, trusting him in whatever we're about to do.

"What're you doing?" I ask.

"Dancing." he takes his cigarette from his mouth and pushes the onto the inside of the sink.

He takes his, now, other free hand with my other hand and brings it up in a ballroom dancing style.

I laugh at Zayn's cheesiness and sway with him. Even though Nirvana blared through the house, Zayn hummed and acted such as classical, slow music was on.