Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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-Samantha's POV-

I stand in front of Louis as he sits on the living room couch and leans back relaxed. His house really hasn't changed since the last time I came here. It's just became more messier.

"Go ahead now, Samantha. Try to explain your boyfriends jail sentence like it's going to get him out of there." Louis smartly remarks, kicking his feet up on his junky table.

"Louis, I am truly sorry about what a Harry did. I really didn't know what Harry was going to do when he saw you. The way he talked about you the day before the party when you called him, it seemed like you guys were almost like best friends." I explain to him, meaning every word.

"Wait, Harry talked about me?" He asks, looking at me like I was stupid.

"Yeah,"

"What'd he say about me?"

"Well, he didn't sound like he hated you." I tell him, realizing my explanation probably sound like a big lie.

"That's shit, Samantha, and I know. I'm not fucking stupid." He spats.

"Louis, I know. We used to be friends. What happened to that?" I step closer and look at him in the eyes in a pleading, begging way.

"I went to Prison, that's what happened." He answers, getting closer to my face with a harsher tone.

"What does that have to do with me, Louis?" I ask, trying to match his harsh tone.

"Your the reason why I was put in that hell hole." He growls, throwing a small, square pillow behind me, obviously trying to scare me away. That didn't scare me though. I've been through Harry.

"You don't scare me, Louis." I say almost too confidently.

Louis angry, face changes to shock for a second and changes right back to anger.

"Why do you even care about Harry? All he does is cause problems for everyone else." Louis spats, purposely trying to get me angry.

"What do you have against him?" I cross my arms over my chest feeling a bit more confident.

"Are you really asking that?" He squints his eyes at me as he pauses. I keep my mouth shut and just stare at him with my arms still crossed. "Harry's in jail for a reason, Samantha, and you know it. Fuck, you even saw it. You had to help Zayn pull him off of me."

True

"But he did it for a good reason." I half-lie. When Harry told me the reasoning to why he decided beat up Louis, It seemed like a pretty sweet reason, but it was still un-needed.

"So, you're telling me that if you were Harry, you'd do the same to me?"

"No, that's not what I meant.." Before I could finish explaining, Louis cut me off by speaking again.

"What did you mean then?"

I was starting to feel very frustrated with him. Yeah, I know him and Harry have problems with each other and he has a problem with me, that is unknown, but what is trying to turn me against Harry going to do?

Teach him a lesson..

Although I knew my brain was right, I'd deny it if anyone asked.

"Harry obviously has problems with you, Louis, and you know that. You've been his friend for years so you obviously know how to get him angry." I poke at his chest.

"Mm.." He hummed, not really paying me any attention.

"Now that I'm saying this all aloud, I'm starting to really think you set Harry up for a jail sentence with Row." I accuse.

Louis stayed silent and smirked at me like he knew he was right.

Buts he wasn't

"You really think I'd do that, don't you?" He queried.

I honestly didn't know what to say. Yes, I thought he would do that but no, because I knew he wouldn't. Louis was better than that.

Better than Row..

"No, I don't."

"Fuck, Sam, you confuse me." He tells me, running his hands through his hair. Frustration was clear on his face.

"I get that a lot from Harry.." I nod.

I scratch my head awkwardly as Louis lets out a small laugh, almost as in acknowledgement

"Will you answer something for me, Louis?"

Louis' eyes widened for a second before he nodded his head and watched me struggle with my words.

"Did you tell the cops about Harry?" I stammered.

Louis looked taken aback by my question for a second; like he was a bit hurt by the question. He took a minute, but he regained himself and answered.

"I know you think I hate Harry, Sam, but I don't. Harry and I have problems with each other, but nothing too serious. To me, he's like a brother. Trust me, Samantha, I would never do that to Harry." I didn't believe the words that came from Louis' mouth. Harry was like a brother to him..

"Who did, then?"

"I don't know, who else saw?"

"Zayn and Leigh." I recalled.

"Then obviously I'm not the one you should be asking right now." He spoke up, backing away slowly.

An awkward silence filled the room as we stood and looked anywhere but at each other. Tension was high and it was obvious. Getting tired of this, I took the chance and looked at him. I was shocked to see him already looking at me in a stare.

"Im sorry, I should get going." I excuse myself.

"Oh, yeah. I don't think Harry would appreciate if you stayed here after dark either." He jokes, getting off the couch to walk with me to the door.

"Yeah," I laugh while twisting the door handle.

As I went out that door, all I could think about were all cuts and bruises Louis had on him. When I first saw them, I immediately felt bad, but as I turn around to look at Louis stood in the doorway, I felt worse. Louis used to be my best friend. I don't know what happened, but seeing him suffer like this because of me, made me a bit nauseous.

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A/N- I know it's short but I'm so tired. I had an all-nighter last night and now I'm suffering. Although I was up all night, I watched movies and read so.. Yeah, but I hope you enjoyed and that you vote becos ILY all <3