Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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-Harry's POV-

"Harry why the hell would you do that?" Sam screams in my bruised and scratched face.

I don't respond to her screaming and roll my eyes. I kind of figured that was sort of a rhetorical question.

"Answer me!" she cries.

She wets a small towelette and takes the tip across my bloody cheek. Her eyes moved from my cheek to my eyes. Her eyes held a pleading look as she looked up to me. It pained me, as much as I wouldn't admit it.

"Please?" she begs.

I turn my face the other way to avoid eye contact with her. I just can't look at her right now.

"Fine." she throws down the rag and walks off somewhere else.

Fuck.

As Sam walks away, I see a bit of tears in her eyes. Was she sad?

I peek my head out the door a bit and look for her. She was in the living room, sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. It made me feel horrible inside.

-Sam's POV-

Frustration ran through me like a lighting bolt. It wasn't just frustration though, it was guilt too. Guilt for kissing Zayn. I know it was a spur, but we still shouldn't have. Things would have been much simpler if Leigh didn't throw that party.

The cushion next to me sinks and a large hand rubs around my back in a calming way. A soft kiss was planted to the side of my head near my ear which instantly made me

feel better, but guiltier.

I remove my head from my hands and look up. Harry gave me a small smile as I did too.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing, I'm just frustrated right now." I lie.

Well, half lie. I was frustrated but guilty too.

"With me?"

"Yeah, sort of." I nod.

Harry slouches back into his seat.

"Just me?"

"No, Louis, Zayn, and Leigh too." I say and run my hand through my hair.

Harry stares and nods for a couple seconds before patting his lap, signaling for me to sit on him. I slide across the sofa onto his pant-less lap and sit. Harry twist me around a bit so I'm straddling him before staring into my eyes.

"I punched Louis to protect you."

"Protect me? Why?" I ask.

"I felt like Louis would maybe hurt you." He admitted.

I smiled. He really cared about me. I knew Harry cared about me but I didn't think he cared that much. He cared so much, he risked the fact that if the right person saw him and Louis, he'd probably be in Jail right now.

"Well, thank you." I run my hand through his hair and push back his hair.

Harry gives up a small smile and watches me intensely.

"Anytime." he states, kissing my cheek.

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I laid my head on Harry's chest as he lays sideways on his king sized bed. Harry had his arms wrapped around me tightly as I closed my eyes and blindly traced his tattoos.

"Why so many?" I open my eyes and look up at Harry.

Harry opens his eyes too and looks down in slight confusion.