Sleeping With Tattoos

Take You Down For Pedophilia

Please read the a/n at the bottom. it's important :)

NATALIE

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The Christmas songs poured out of the speakers in the supermarket. I couldn't concentrate on what I needed to do. Christmas songs were never the most exciting things for me. It was hard for me to think while the irritating beat thudded at my chest and the saxophone blew its notes into my ears.

Shut up please just shut up.

I faced the problem again of who I'd spend my Christmas with, where I'd go. With my family gone I had absolutely no where and no one to be with. I'd probably end up with some homeless guy who had no where to go either and he'd end up back at my house naked and telling me about his life's problems while I sat there doing exactly the same to him after.

I looked at the numerous bottles of shampoo that lined the shelves which filled the isles. My fingers stroked at the different coloured bottles. I picked up a brown bottle that contained a creamy coloured liquid inside. It smelt of pine wood and nuts. I placed it back on the shelf and picked another bottle up containing a cinnamon scent.

"The other one is nicer." I turned to the voice that I'm guessing was speaking to me.

"I'm going to start thinking your following me Styles." I turned my head back around to face the shelf.

"And if I told you I was?" I didn't even look at him to know he had moved closer to me and had a grin on his face.

"Then I'd tell you I was going to ring the police and get you taken down for pedophilia."

His voice ceased and for a few seconds I grew fond of the silence but oddly desperate to hear his voice again. If that was even possible? There was no rejecting or ignoring the fact that Harry was good looking. I'd never say anything other than yes if someone asked me if I thought he was a pleasure to look at. His mum was pretty so I understand where his looks came from. Gemma was pretty too, his dad however, I don't know.

"You wouldn't." His voice was a lot calmer.

I often felt as though I was older than Harry when really he was older than me. It was probably the knowledge of the world outside of school that I knew so much of whereas Harry gave off the impression he had no clue what happened outside those school gates. But then I didn't know much about him, only names of people in his family. I didn't feel like I had completely connected with Harry and chunks of the puzzle of him were missing. No doubt he felt the same. He didn't seem like he had much of a character to him yet..apart from slightly cheeky sometimes. All in good time. I reminded myself.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked finally picking a shampoo I was happy with and placed it in my trolley.

"Shopping." State the obvious then.

"Hmm" I wasn't looking for a conversation but I knew once it ended I'd wish I ha it and I'd want to speak to him again.

"Natalie can I ask you something?" His question struck me and I suddenly thought of my pass time 'job'. What if he asks me about that? What if he's found out? What do I do?

"If I can ask one back." I quickly added to take pressure off of myself.

His eyebrow arched and he stared at me intently. My gaze flickered between his eyes as I continued to stare back at him.

"Why are you nervous?" I asked still staring and smiling slightly.

"I'm not nervous." Lie.

"Stop twitching then." I'd always been a good judge of character but watching people's reactions was always something I enjoyed doing. When I was little I was sure I'd work for the Secret Service and read people so well.