TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 10

Harry's P.O.V

I was startled awake by my phone buzzing on the side table. I ignored it and stretched out, noticing that Sarah was not in the bed anymore. I panicked thinking that she walked home but when I seen her clothes still sprawled out around the room it calmed my nerves. I groaned, stood up, and walked over to my dresser to get a pair of sweatpants. I grabbed my phone and opened the text message from Zayn. "Party tonight at my place, be there." I slid the phone into my pocket and ran my fingers through my slightly tangled hair as I walked out of the room. "Sar?" I somewhat yelled. "I'm in here." She screamed back from the kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed her sitting at the table eating as a plate sat at the other  end of the table with a freshly made omelet on it. "I made breakfast." She said shyly. "Why?"  "Because I was hungry and I was being nice." She said somewhat upset. "Well ask before you go through my shit!" I yelled annoyed that she went through my stuff without asking. "I was just trying to be nice, but a simple thank you would be nice for once!" She yelled as she put her plate in the sink. "Thank you...for invading my privacy!" "It's a fucking kitchen Harry! Do you have guns and cocaine hidden in the refrigerator or something? Sorry, I didn't think it would be such a big deal to be thoughtful and make you breakfast." I sat down at the table and put my hands over my face as she stood by the counter wearing just her panties and my dirty shirt. Damn she's so fucking hot right now, especially when she's angry, it just turns me the fuck on. I pushed my hair from my face and took a bite of the omelet. "Oh my God..." "What? Is it too horrible to handle?" She fought, still facing the opposite direction. "No, it's actually delicious, hands down the best omelet I've ever had. Maybe you can make dinner tonight." I smirked. "Why do you do that?" She snapped. "Do what?" "Be so fucking bipolar! One second you're treating me like shit and then the next you're all sweet and nice! I just don't get it!" "I don't know, just ask next time before you go through my things." I said trying to stay calm. "Trust me, there won't be a next time." She said before storming off to my room. I took the last bite of my food and sighed as I walked to the room to see her getting dressed. I stood in the doorway without her noticing before she pushed past me. "Where are you going?" "I have a life, I don't live here. I'm going home, somewhere where I'm not treated so badly!" She growled. I grabbed her arm and said "Sar, I'm sorry. I appreciated it, I really did. I just have a pet peeve about people going through my things. I didn't mean to snap, and that was an amazing breakfast." I said as I placed a small kiss on her forehead. Her breathing started to slow down and the anger in her eyes faded. "If it helps, it didn't taste as good as you..." I smirked. I felt her smile into my chest as I pulled her into a hug. "You're gross." She giggled. I let go of her and held her hands in mine. "Don't go." "I have to." She frowned about to walk out the door. "Stay with me." I mumbled as I grabbed her wrist. "Harry..." "No..." I cut her off. "I have to go!" She snapped. "Pwease?" I begged with a sad puppy face. "Ugh fine, just for now though. I need to be home tonight." "Why?" I asked curiously. "I have stuff to do tomorrow." "Oh okay." I said not wanting to start another fight. "Might as well get comfy." she laughed while taking off her pants. A smile grew upon my lips and I can honestly say I don't even remember the last time I've smiled. I grabbed her by the waist, carried her to the couch, and set her down. "I'm going to go and get the car, please don't leave." I instructed. "I'll come with." She smiled. "No it's too cold, it's starting to snow. Just wait here and watch some TV, I'll be back before you know it." I said which made her protest until I would give in, but I won't, no matter how much she begs. She huffed and sat back down on the couch as I put on my shoes and my leather jacket.

Sarah's P.O.V

Harry walked out the door as I sat on the couch and fiddled with my thumbs. "Ugh!" I yelled as I hit the cushion with my fists. I'm so bored, not even the TV is interesting to me right now. About a half hour passed and I started to get worried. I put my pants back on and got up to go to the room to get my phone to call Harry. I dialed his number but there was no answer. I texted him and there was no response. I started to get nervous as Dean beating up Harry popped into my head. With all the stuff that happened last night, I hope he is okay. As I was standing in the room, I heard the front door open. I ran into the living room to see Harry with bloody knuckles and a busted lip. "Harry!" I surprisingly said. He groaned and walked passed me. "What happened?" I asked. "None of your God damn business Sarah, that's what!" He spat. "Tell me or I'm leaving!" I screamed in his face. He ignored me so I said "Was it Dean?" "What? No!" "Then who?" I yelled. "A person!" "Goodbye, Harry!" I yelled as I grabbed my jacket. He grabbed my jacket and threw it to the ground and screamed "You told me you would stay!" "Yeah, but you want to keep secrets and I don't need anymore shit... so, goodbye!" I said while picking up my jacket. "If I tell you, will you stop being such a bitch?" He yelled in my face. "Maybe." I smirked. He scratched the back of his neck and said "Don't get mad at me, let me explain before you rush to conclusions..." "Okay, just tell me." "It was one of my friends... you never met him." He said nervously. I could tell he was lying but I didn't want to push it any further. "Why? Why did you do it?" I asked as I grabbed his hands in mine  and grazed my thumbs over his busted, bloody knuckles. "He started it." He whined. I laughed and said "Okay fine, I won't be a bitch anymore." I said as I rolled my eyes. "I didn't mean it, I was just mad and you just get on my nerves." He smirked as he closed the gap between us. He lifted up my chin with his hand and I said "Do I now?" with a grin plastered across my face. "You just get under my skin." He whispered as he grazed his lips against mine before we both smashed our lips together at the same time "Come...with...me...tonight..." He breathed in between kisses. I pulled away and said "What? Where?" "Zayn's place." "For what?" "A party." I know that he could see the hesitation in my eyes as he said "I promise nothing will happen to you, Dean won't be there. I won't let anyone touch you." He placed a gentle kiss on my nose and repeated "I promise." "What time?" I asked. "Probably about nine." "So I only have about two hours to get ready?" I sighed. "How long do you need?" He chuckled. "We're going to have to go to my house so I can get ready." "Okay, let me get ready and then we'll go." Harry walked into his room as I stood in the living room. I forgot that I was wearing his shirt so I walked to his room to get my clothes, when I walked in he was only wearing his boxers and I found it extremely sexy. "Like what you see?" He said as I was snapped from my thoughts. "Oh, sorry." I mumbled before taking off his shirt forgetting that I was not wearing my bra. "Fuck." He gasped as he looked at me. I quickly covered my breasts with my arms and threw his shirt at him. He walked over to me and said "You weren't shy last night when you were screaming my name." He grabbed my arms from my breasts before sucking on the skin of my neck "I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood knows my name by now." He smiled as he kissed down my skin, stopping at my chest. He placed soft kisses at the skin of my breasts before cupping them in his hands as he kissed me. Our lips opened in unison and his tongue slipped inside of my mouth. The feeling was so foreign, yet so intimate. I pulled away and said "We need to get ready." "What's wrong?" He asked confused. "Nothing, I just don't want to be rude and show up late." I explained. "I'm sure Zayn wouldn't mind and on the bright side, I could finish you off in five minutes." "Oh yeah? Well I could finish you off in two." "That was one time!" He groaned slightly embarrassed. "Does the old man have an ejaculation problem?" I joked. "Revenge is sweet." "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked confused. "I will get you back tonight while my face is in your sweet pussy." I playfully punched his shoulder as he pulled down his boxers, and I tried not to stare. I couldn't help myself and I took a quick glance at it. I gasped and he noticed me staring. "What? You never seen a penis before?" He chuckled. "No, not in real life." I gulped in embarrassment. "Why did you gasp? Is it ugly or something?" "No...it...it's huge." I stuttered as my cheeks heated up. "Do you want to touch it? You know for educational purposes?" He grinned. "You don't mind?" I giggled. "Go ahead." He said as he held his arms up. He started swaying his hips side to side making it flop back and forth. "Would ya stop flapping that thing?" I said awkwardly embarrassed as I laughed. "Then touch it, I know you want to." I reached my hand out and grabbed the soft, long length in my hand. "Oh..m...my God." He moaned my hand came into contact with it. "You like that?" I smirked. His head fell back as he gripped my sides and moaned "Fuck yes!" "I love your dirty mouth." I said as I kneeled down onto the floor as it remained throbbing in my hand. "I didn't even do anything and you're already hard." I stated. "When you touch me, I...I don't know what f...fucking happens to me, you just take over my body." He mumbled as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Do you think you could last longer than two minutes?" I smiled. "I'll try babe, I'll try." He said as he clenched his eyes shut in pleasure. "Sar, I'm so hard that it hurts. Please do something, anything." "I'm new at this, but I will try my best." I smirked up at him. I moved my hand down to the base of his penis and slowly started rubbing up and down the shaft. "Faster." He yelled while gripping my hair tightly between his fingers. I started moving my hand faster as he screamed my name over and over again, desperate for more of my touch. I let go and he whined. "I'm not done." I assured him. I grabbed it again and held the base of the shaft as I put the tip to my mouth and licked it slowly. I put the tip all the way in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. "Fuck, don't do this to me." He moaned as his face turned red and his veins started to show through the skin of his  neck. I shoved him deeper into my mouth, trying to fit all of the length inside but he was too big. I sucked half of it while I rubbed the other half firmly with my hand. "Babe, look at me." He begged as I used my free hand to trace over his torso but instead, he grabbed it and placed it in his and squeezed it tightly. "Sar..." He breathed. "I can't hold it...any...lon...longer!" He strained as he began to twitch inside my mouth. "Let go, I...I'm gonna...I..." Before he could finish his sentence, his warm, salty liquid squirted down my throat and his knees buckled. He softly whispered my name as he calmed down from the intense orgasm he just suffered from. I slid his length out of my mouth and he grabbed my hands to help me up. "That was...damn!" He said with his breath heavy as his chest quickly rose and fell. He sat on the bed and pulled my into his lap. The sweat from his skin covered me as he held me tightly in his arms. "That was the best orgasm I have ever had...EVER! I can't even give myself one that good." He mumbled, still recovering from what just happened. I buried my head into his sweaty chest as I listened to his fast, unstable heartbeat.  "I don't even think you got to two minutes." I joked. He didn't say anything, all he did was pull my head to his lips and place a kiss at the top of my head "It's just something about you." he mumbled into my hair as I felt a smile grow upon his face. After sitting like that for about ten minutes, we got up and got dressed. Harry wore his black skinny jeans, with an all black t-shirt, his leather jacket, and a pair of sun glasses. "It's dark out you know?" I mocked at him. He took them off and set them on his dresser and said "That is kind of stupid, huh?" "I think it's cute." I said as I kissed his dimple. "Let's go." He rushed as he noticed the time. We quickly ran to his car and headed to my house. I ran upstairs as Harry waited in the living room and watched TV. I slipped on my short, tight, black dress with a pair of ankle high converse that had multiple colored laces in them. I ran to the bathroom and quickly put on some make-up with a layer of dark red lipstick and straightened my hair. I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs to meet eyes with Harry. "Wow! You look...amazing." He complimented as I blushed. "Fuck, you and that red lipstick...stop it!" He growled. "Stop what?" "Being so fucking beautiful!" He said as he sealed the space between us and placed his hands on my butt. He snaked one of his hands around to my inner thigh and said "Maybe the party can wait just a couple minutes longer." He smirked as he pushed my dress up. "Harry, not right now." I whined. He grazed over my panties with his fingers and I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my lips. "Uhh...Ha...Harry...st...stop!" I said as I pushed his hand away and pulled my dress back down. On our way to the party for some reason only one thought wouldn't leave my mind... What happened? Last week I hated Harry's guts, I was deathly afraid of him, I couldn't even stand to look at him and...and now... He's the only thing on my mind almost 24/7, I'm not frightened by him anymore whatsoever, as a matter of fact he's the only thing that comes to mind when I think of my safety and protection, now I use every chance I have to at least get just a glance of his beauty...I went from hating his guts to falling head over heels for the bad boy... I never thought in a million years I would even kiss Harry or let alone have him ever even touch me...The only sexual experiences I've ever had were with him, he was the only boy to ever even touch me the way that he does... Is it possible to hate someone so much and then fall in love with them?...wait...love? Did I just say love? There is no way that I love thee Harry Styles... I don't love him...I can't love him...