TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 3

Lauren's P.O.V

I pushed the blankets off of my body and sat up. I rubbed my eyes and glanced over at the clock to my left and realized that it read '2:00 P.M.' How did I sleep so late? I thought to myself as I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I left Sarah sleeping because I knew that she didn't get a lot of sleep.

Sarah's P.O.V

I shot awake from my horrible nightmare. I was panting for air, with sweat droplets dripping down my face as I realized that Lauren wasn't beside me anymore. I got up to go to the bathroom but I noticed that Lauren was obviously in there so I just walked downstairs into the kitchen. I was still half asleep as I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the gallon of milk from it. I set the milk on counter as I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. I ran my fingers through my knotted, messy hair and right after I grabbed the glass I heard a familiar chuckle. I gasped and spun around, dropping the glass in the process. The glass hit the floor, sending zillions of sharp shards to spread across the floor in front of me. "What are you doing in my house?" I yelled. "Enjoying the show." he smirked. I was confused until I realized what he meant. I was still only in my underwear and t-shirt, I panicked and tried to cover myself the best I could. I ran upstairs, grabbed a pair of sweatpants, slipped them on, and quickly ran back downstairs. I noticed Harry bent down over the shards, picking them up carefully one by one. "Just leave it, I'll clean it up." I huffed. "No, I don't want you getting hurt, I caused it." "Why would you care if I got hurt? And you can't always get your way!" I informed him. He paused for a moment before saying "I know that, but I also have a heart you know." "Oh really? Thee Harry Styles has a heart? Nice try." I said as I bent down and started to help him clean up the glass. I stood up to throw away the pieces that laid in my hand, but I was interrupted by a sharp shard of glass stabbing into the flesh of my foot. I screeched as I dropped the pieces from my hand. Harry rushed over to me, grabbed my hand, and helped me to the sink. He helped me raise my foot into the silver sink and he stood behind me, close behind me, trying to help my balance. "I can do it myself!" I said angered. He pressed his warm, muscular body against my back, sealing the space between us. He reached into the sink to pull the shard out from the bottom of my foot. The pain made me gasp and I couldn't think of anything else to do but to grab Harry tightly. I squeezed the back of his tense neck as it helped to relieve some of the pain. I clenched my eyes  shut as he rinsed the blood away with the cold water. I opened my eyes to notice Lauren standing across the room in the doorway watching us. "It's not what it looks like!" I protested. "Hmmm it does look pretty sexual..." She joked. Harry started kissing my neck fiercely as I felt something hard poke into my back. "Oh my God! What the fuck? Get that thing off of me!" I yelled disgusted as I pushed him off of me and limped over to the kitchen table. "Nothing happened!" I informed Lauren. "His boner says different..." I shook with disgust as I felt puke start to rise up my throat. Harry walked over to me and kneeled down to tie a rag around my foot but I pushed him away with my other foot and said "I'm not a baby." I picked up the rag from the floor and  tied it around my own foot. "Why are you here anyways? And how the hell do you know where I live?" I snapped. "I watched you last night... and you should really learn to lock your front door, anyone could just walk in." He placed his hand on my leg and slightly squeezed. "You followed us home last night?" I gulped, being somewhat freaked out. He inched his hand slowly up my leg, getting uncomfortably close as he gently rubbed his thumb in circles. I grabbed his hand and threw it out of my personal space. "Get out of my house!" I screamed, startling Lauren. He kissed the top of my head and walked towards the front door. "I'll see you tonight, wear something nice." "Okay! Now get out!" I said as I stood up pushing him towards the door. "I'll text you." He smirked as he walked out the door. I heard him laugh on the opposite side of the door as he heard the lock click. I walked back to the kitchen with a somewhat limp and Lauren just sat at the table grinning at me. "What?" "You two." "Us two, what?" "You two getting all sexual on the kitchen counter." "He picked a piece of glass out of my foot... Oh how romantic!" I said sarcastically. "And that boner!" "Oh my God, Lauren shut up!" It remained silent until she broke it by saying "How big do you think it is?" I choked on my mouthful of cereal and just stared at her awkwardly. "What?" "I got three words for you...you...are...sick!" She laughed and then said "I'm just curious and he likes you... that is, if you didn't already notice." "No he doesn't...I'm just another one of his sluts." "You're not a slut and you're not his slut! Trust me, the way that boy looks at you, it's priceless." I stood up and left the room, I paused and poked my head back into the doorway and said. "Oh and Lauren?" "Yeah." "I'd say pretty big." She paused for a second trying to figure out what I meant until she finally realized and said "Ha! I knew I wasn't the only one thinking about it!" I smiled to myself as I walked upstairs and got in the shower. I stood under the steaming water and sang one of the newest Miley Cyrus songs. Let's just say I wasn't just singing... I was fucking performing! I rinsed the bubbly soap out of my hair and shut the water off before stepping out of the shower onto the cold, tiled floor. I shuffled the towel throughout my hair, trying to dry it the best I could before wrapping it around my bare body. I looked up at the steamed up mirror and wiped it off with my hand. I stared at my reflection as my body filled with fear all over again. I watched the tear fall down the cheek of the girl in front of me. I wiped it and realized the girl did the same. That is when I realized that the girl in front of me, was me. After all these years, I had just now realized. I'm just a scared little girl. I'm not no strong, brave, rebellious teen. I'm a weak, fearful, insecure, innocent child. I have the same fear as every single other person in the world...reality. I looked down at my shaking hands, inspecting my whole body, taking in who I really was. I inhaled deeply as I sucked it up. "You can do this." I mumbled to the girl. "I can do this." I whispered. I walked out of the bathroom and to my room to see an outfit already spread out across my bed. "You're wearing that." Lauren stated from the doorway. "Thank you." I mouthed to her  as I had a hard time getting the words to escape my mouth. She was about to walk out but before she did she said "Oh and nice Miley Cyrus song." "You heard me?" "No, you weren't screaming it at the top of your lungs or anything." She giggled sarcastically before leaving the room so that I could change. After I got dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and spun around taking another look at my short, black dress. I stared at myself and sighed. "Remember, you can do this Sarah, you can do this..." I walked into the bathroom and did my make-up, finishing it with a thin coat of dark red lipstick. I heard Lauren yell up the stairs asking if I was ready. "Yeah, just a minute!" I yelled back as I finished flat ironing my hair. I double checked my make-up before walking downstairs. "Damn girl, you fine!" Lauren teased. I giggled as I heard a knock at the door knowing that it was Harry. "Do I look okay? Not too slutty?" I asked as she shoved me towards the door. "You look perfect, now go. I'll be here when you get back so you can tell me everything. Now go, he's waiting!" She said excited. My smile faded as I was pushed out the front door meeting eyes with my worst nightmare...