The Dark Side | Harry Styles

The Dark Side Chapter 13

The Dark Side Chapter 13


My small arms wrapped around his torso as we rode into town. We rode in between cars, passing every stranger that would glance at us. The motorcycle's engine was loud enough to barely hear the voices of the crowd whispering and talking amongst themselves.

We pulled up out front of the tattoo shop that was filled with customers waiting to get a tattoo. Harry kicked the bike stand and swung his leg over to get off. He held his hand out for me to take. I grasp his hand and pulled myself over. I grabbed my bag and placed it around my neck.

Harry entwined our hands before we made our way to the back door of the store. The little light above the door was dimmed. Harry took out his key and slid it in the key lock. He twisted the key to the left and opened the door before putting the key back in his pocket. We walked in together.

We were met with an empty room. Harry closed the door behind him and set his key on a nearby table. He took off his leather jacket and tossed it on the couch that was in the middle of the large room. His tattoos came into view. The black inking on his skin covered his arms.

I walked over to the couch and sat down, placing my bag on the floor. He sat down next to me. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder. "Harry," I addressed. He turned his attention on me. "I don't want to be here," I shook my head. "If it's about Travis, I fired him. He doesn't work here anymore," he sent me a half smile. I was hesitated with my words. His smiled faltered as he scooted closer to me.

He leaned in and paused. "What did he say to you?" He whispered. I closed my eyes as the memories with Travis flashed back through my mind like a video clip replaying over again. "Tell me Annabelle," he whispered. "What did he say to you?" He whispered again.

I opened my eyes to be met with Harry's welcoming eyes. He had a look of sincere. He was curious to know what was said of Travis. He wanted to know but I couldn't tell him. I did not want to see him become angry and furious of Travis' actions. Not now and not ever.

"Nothing," I whispered. He sighed and closed his eyes. "I need to know Annabelle," I placed my hand on his chest causing him to stop talking and look at me with great surprise. His eyes were opened as he waited to see what I will do next. I pushed him back on the couch. I stood up in front of him before straddling his waist. His heart beaten rapidly under my touch. I leaned in closer where our lips were inches apart. My eyes looked down at his lips which were slightly a gaped, then up in his eyes.

"Annabelle," he paused. I shook my head causing him to stop talking. I buried my head in the crook of his neck as my arms wrapped around his waist. His hands gripped onto my hips. He traced small circles on the tan skin of my hip.

I breathed in his scent before exhaling. My soft lips made contact with his neck, causing him to roll his head back. I heard soft and muffle moans escaped his slightly parted lips. I trailed down repeatedly till I licked one spot to suck on and bite down on, flicking my tongue over it and repeating the process again. He arched his back at the moisture and delicacy I made with each kiss. My hands found their way under his tight black shirt. My lips traveled up to his jawline. I kissed his jaw line before I pulled back and blew on the now bruising spot before giving it one last kiss.

His heavy breathing calmed down as he looked in my eyes. "What was that for?" He breathed. A small smirk played on my lips this time. I leaned in by his ear and whispered, "For marking me." I looked in his eyes once again but this time they were not full with sincere, instead they darken with lust.

Before anything else could escalate, there was a soft knock and the curtain was pulled back. Our eyes diverted to the door to see once of the workers were here. "What is it?" Harry asked in annoyance. "It's your time to work Harry," the man spoke. Harry groaned and nodded. "I will be right out," he uttered before the curtain was pulled shut.

Harry looked back in my eyes. His lust in his eyes disappeared. "I have work now babe," he said. I smiled at him and nodded. "I can wait," I said. "My shift ends at six. Then I will close up," he explained. "Ok now get to work bad boy," I teased. He smirked before standing up. I sat on the other end of the couch as he walked through the curtain to work. Leaving me here to wait.

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I watched Harry close up shop and clean everything up. He looked tired and worn out from his long day. We were left alone in the small tattoo shop. I stood in the doorway with my arms crossed over my chest. My body leaned against the wall for support.

I pushed off the wall and walk towards him with a smile upon my lips. He stood at his work area cleaning up with the ink and needles. I took the tattoo needle from his hands and placed it on the table. He looked at me curiously to know what I was doing.

"I gave it some thought," I paused. He raised an eyebrow down at me. "I want a tattoo," I smiled. His eyes lit up with surprise. "You want a tattoo?" He asked in astonishment. I nodded. "Of what?" He asked. "Surprise me," I giggled. "Where do you want it at?" He asked. He also had a smile upon his lips. "Right here," I said as I pointed behind my shoulder. "I want a shoulder tattoo," I smiled.

"Sit on the chair and we will get started," he said. I did as he said and sat down. "I think I have something in mind," he said. "Stay here while I go get the ink," he then added. He left to the back to gather all the ink he needed.

I twisted in my seat to get comfortable in the hard black chair. I laid down and rested my head on the head rest. Harry could be heard in the back gathering the ink. He then came back and set the inking supplies on a tray. He sat in a rolling chair and scooted closer to me.

"Ok, I will need you to lay on your stomach and to take off your top," he instructed. I pulled off my top and as I did, I heard him shift in his seat and fidget. I then laid on my stomach and pushed my hair out of the way. My head rested on my arms.

He turned on a lamp light on my back. "Now you need to relax and don't move," he stuttered. "It may hurt a little." I gave him a small nod. "If it hurts too much, let me know then I will stop. I don't want to hurt you," he said. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked. "It's okay Harry. I want this," I said. I sent him a smile and he instantly relaxed. "Ok," he smiled.

He turned on the ink needle and my smile instantly faded. I took a deep breath as soon as I felt the needle hit my skin. My skin felt like it was being pinched repeatedly. I closed my eyes at the pain. I would wince once in awhile. A hand touched my arm and I looked up to see Harry looking down at me in concern. "Are you okay?" He asked. I sent him an assuring smile and nodded. He then smiled and continued.

Not much longer, I was finally done. I sat up and walked to the full length mirror. There were three small birds, in a flock, on the back of my shoulder. I smiled as my fingers hovered over the now inked skin. Harry walked over to me to clean the area, then apply an anti-bacterial ointment. Then he covered the tattoo with a bandage before I pulled over my shirt.

I turned around and smiled up at him. "Thank you," I said. He smiled and gave me a small nod. "Do you like it?" He asked. "I love it," I said, "It suites me perfectly." "I'm glad you like it," he said with a smile. I pulled my lip in between my teeth from my smile growing any wider.

I wrapped my small arms around his torso and rested my head on his chest as I closed my eyes. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me in return. "I may not be a doctor Annabelle but I will always be here for you," he murmured. "I know you will," I said.

"I promise."

A/n: Here is an update like I promised! Now this is my last week till winter break and I have math finals this Wednesday and Thursday, a history test this Friday, and science presentations so no updates till Saturday because I have a party to go also on Friday. Wish me luck this week!