TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 4

Sarah's P.O.V

I looked up to meet my eyes with his and before I could say anything he grabbed the small of my back and pulled me close to his front. "You look beautiful." He mumbled into the crook of my neck as he grazed his fingers across the skin on my thigh. "Can we please just get this over with?" I sighed as I pulled away and walked towards his car. I got in the passenger seat and just sat there frustrated as I waited for Harry to get into the driver's seat. "Wouldn't even let me open the door for you." He quietly said obviously wanting me to hear. "I have hands of my own, thank you very much." I huffed. He chuckled and started driving as I watched Lauren peeking out the living room window's curtain. After about a 15 minute drive, he parked in front of a hotel. I gulped as I said "Really? I'm not having sex with you if that's what your thinking." "Relax, there's a great restaurant here. Damn you're such a bitch!" "Then if I'm such a bitch why do you want me so badly? Why wont you give up already?" "There's just something about you, maybe it's your bitchiness but it turns me on, and trust me babe.. I'm not giving up on you anytime soon." He placed his hand on my thigh and started leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck. "Don't you understand that I don't like you?" "Why not? I know you find me irresistible." "Trust me, I don't. And mostly because your a bad boy, an asshole and I'm the complete opposite." "That's why I like you. You're just so innocent." He said as he nibbled my earlobe avoiding my earring. I pulled away and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me. "Oh, feisty! Just the way I like 'em!" He stated right before placing his hand around my waist and walked me inside the fancy, expensive looking hotel. I tried to play along with his little game, trying to look like a romantic couple so we don't embarrass each other at all. The waiter placed us at a table and handed us some menus. "What do you want?" He asked me while he licked his lips sexually at me. "Nothing, I'm not hungry." "Either pick something or I pick for you." He said with anger in his voice. His words stung me as I said "You can't treat me like that." "Look at the way you treat me." "Your a jerk, you deserve it. I've seen the way you fight people for no reason and nearly kill them!" I said quietly. Thoughts ran back and forth through my head as he sat silent  without fighting back. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked him. "To the right of where we walked in." He said without lifting his eyes from the menu in his hands. I stood up and grabbed my phone from the table taking it with me. As I walked from the restaurant entrance, I glanced back at Harry noticing him still interested on the menu. I glanced over at the big glass doors that we just walked through moments before and swallowed the lump of guilt that rose up in my throat. I took a deep breath in and walked through the doors. I sped walked down the street, not wanting to get caught as I unlocked my phone and dialed Lauren's number. "So how's it going so far?" She answered. "I ditched him." "What? Why?" "He's such a jerk. I couldn't stand him anymore." "So where the hell are you?" "I don't know, he brought me to some hotel." "Damn, I guess he did only want to get in your pants..." "No, there was a fancy restaurant inside." "Aw, that's so sweet. Go back." "Hell no! I'm going to walk home, I'll probably be there in about an hour." "Okay, I'll be waiting." she sighed. I was now about two blocks from the hotel and there was still no sign of Harry. I was interrupted from my thoughts by my phone buzzing in my hand.

From: Harry

Message: Are you okay in there?

To: Harry

Message: Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little sick.

I was interrupted by someone taping on my shoulder from behind. I turned around to see the tall curly haired boy. "Was it really that bad?" He said annoyed. "Can you please just leave me alone? I'm tired of all this shit!" "What shit?" He said angrily. "You treating me like I'm some slut, and being all controlling like the whole God damn world revolves around you!" He pinned my wrists above my head against a brick wall  and I could see the anger in his eyes. I flinched in fear as I clenched my eyes shut. "Please don't hurt me." I cried. He let go of my arms and pulled me into a tight hug, pressing my tear filled face to his warm, muscled chest. "I'm sorry." He whispered into the top of my head. "I never meant to hurt you." He mumbled as he pulled my puffy, red face from him chest and cupped my cheeks. He looked into my eyes and said "What's your middle name?" I raised my brow confused before saying "Rebecca Anne." He smiled, trying to contain his laughter. He couldn't hold it in anymore and he just started laughing uncontrollably. "You're such an ass!" I stated before punching him the shoulder and continued my walk home. "I didn't mean it, okay?" "Yeah you did!" I fought. "Come on, at least let me drive you." "No." "Stop being so fucking stubborn and just get in my fucking car." He huffed. I rolled my eyes and just ignored him as I continued to walk. He followed me as I felt a raindrop hit my forehead but I just brushed it off. A couple seconds passed before the dark sky started flashing and it started pouring rain. "Great." I mumbled to myself. "What about now?" He asked. I turned around and said "Will you ever give up?" "Nope." I walked towards him and he removed his blazer, revealing his multiple tattoos. He placed it over my shoulders as the rain made his white shirt see-through, revealing every simple detail of his toned stomach. He led me to the car and we got in. He stared at me for a couple seconds before driving off. "What?" I asked. "I got you wet pretty quickly." He chuckled. I scoffed offended and disgusted before he said "I'm just kidding, you look beautiful when your soaking wet... especially with that make-up smeared down your whole face." He smiled. We pulled up to my house and he placed his cold, wet hand on my knee. "I'm sorry about what happened, I didn't mean it." He said while looking at me sympathetically, which was honestly the only time he didn't look so tough and manly. He kissed my cheek and said "There's a party tomorrow night, do you want to come with?" "I got two letters for you. One of them is 'F' and the other one is 'U'... Now goodnight." I said as I handed him his blazer back, got out of the car, and walked inside. Lauren ran up to me jumping up and down screaming "So you went back? Did you guys kiss?" "No he chased after me and almost killed me and then he drove me home." "Aw...wait what? What do you mean he almost killed you?" "Don't worry about it, it's finally over. And if you ever text someone of my phone again, you will be dead." She smiled and said "So are you going to the party with him tomorrow?" "No, and how do you know about the party?" I asked. "Whoops." "What did you do?" "Um, nothing." "Tell me right now!" I yelled nervously waiting for her response. "He texted me and asked if I think you would go with him and I replied yes..." "I cannot believe you right now, why do you keep doing this? You know that I don't like him!" "I thought you did, I mean you had a sex dream about him..." "What are you talking about?" "Last night, you were screaming his name saying 'Harry don't' 'Harry stop'." "Yeah, because he was chasing after me trying to kill me!" "Oh... well that makes sense now." "Ugh!" I yelled as I ran up to my room. I stripped my wet dress off and wiped the makeup from my face and slipped on a t-shirt. I laid down in bed just now noticing that my parents still aren't home... Where the hell are they? I thought. I was interrupted by my phone buzzing, reveling a text from Harry.

From: Harry

Message: I'll pick you up tomorrow around 10.

I set my phone on my side table, not replying. Lauren walked into the room and sat on my bed and said "I'm sorry, okay? I was just trying to help, I thought you liked him." "Well you thought wrong." "Now what happened tonight?" I told her everything, literally every detail right before we both passed out.