TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 14

Sarah's P.O.V

I turned around to see the guy I tried to avoid a couple minutes ago... Stan. "Why'd you leave, baby?" "Stop calling me that! I'm not your baby!" I snapped. "Oh, but it's okay when your little Harry calls you that..." he grinned as he stepped closer. "Get away from me!" I said as I continued to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" he spat at my tear filled face. "Don't touch me!" I flinched away. The pain and force of his hands against my chest is the only thing I feel as I'm pushed to the ground. "Look what the past dragged in." he grimaced as he pinned my arms to the cold, wet concrete ground beneath me. "I never knew you. I just met you, you know nothing about me." I cried. "I know more than you think. I've held you when you were a baby and I was just a teen. Now look where we are... I'm 29 and you're so clueless." "You're lying." I growled. "If your 29, then how the hell do you know Harry?" slipped out of my mouth before I could catch it. "He used to work for me." he said before the blood began dripping from my new split lip. "Harry!" I screamed. He'll come. He always finds me. Right? He always shows up. He always protects me. "He gave you his necklace?" he asked. "Why does it matter to you?" "He's had that thing since I could remember. You must be something special to him..." he smirked. "Maybe too special to lose... that would be a shame if something accidently happened to you..." he smiled. Another blow to the face is all it took before I began to get weak and the warm, metal tasting substance falls faster from my mouth. I hear a police siren in the distance and he jumped up and began to sprint away as he yelled "You owe me the debt!" I got up and limped off into the darkness.

Harry's P.O.V

I'm sitting on the couch alone, wishing I wouldn't have fucked up like I always do. I miss her, I do. It feels so different not having here tonight, I grew so used to it. Her constant complaining, her bitchiness, her insane side, all of her. That simple screwed up shit is what makes me fall so hard. I decided to go back to her house and apoligize but when I knocked on the door, Lauren said that she left and got in a red, shitty car...Niall. Fuck! She always thinks that when she's mad at me that she can just go and replace me with another version of me...but the truth is, is that Niall is a angel compared to me. The only good in me is Sarah. She is the only one that ever brought out the good in me. Even though it's just a crumb of it... that's all I have in me. I'm a pure demon and she's my angel. I drove back to my house, upset, hoping that she will decide to come over after her "date" but I doubt it because I said some pretty fucked up shit to her and to top it all off it's her birthday. I'm such an asshole, I ruined her fucking birthday for God's sake! I parked my car and walked up the wet, sticky sidewalk to my front door. I could have sworn I locked it...I looked down and seen the spare key that belongs in my mailbox. I opened the door to reveal wet, bloody footprints. I followed them to my room and turned on the light. They lead to my closet. I picked up the baseball bat from the side of my bed and cautiously slid my closet door open. I dropped the bat at the sight of my angel curled up in a ball covered in blood as it continued to fall from her swollen, purple lips. She flinched as I placed my hands to her cheeks. "It's me, baby." I whispered into the top of her head as I pulled her into my lap and placed her head against my chest. "Who did this to you?" I mumbled as my anger began to boil. "St...St...Stan..." she puffed. "How did he find you?" I growled trying to calm down before I upset her more. "Amber wa...was with him. He said you owe him debt and I'm the one going to pay." "I'm not the one who owes him debt, baby..." "But he said you're the one that worked for him..." she sobbed as she cuddled into my chest closer. "I wasn't the only one..." "Then who owes him the debt and why does he want me to pay?" "The guys who owes him the debt...you were his sister..." "Da...David?" she whispered as her glossy eyes looked into mine. "You know he dealt drugs, right? I'm not into that stuff anymore..." I swallowed about my horrible past, the past, the past where I used to be worse than what I am today. "Yeah, I knew, but...did Stan kill my brother?" she choked. "No, but he's the one who put a hit on him. He's not the one who shot him though..." "He's the reason my brother is dead? Then who shot him?" she panicked. "I don't feel comfortable telling you that..." "Harry, please don't tell me that it was you..." she mumbled as her lip began to quiver. I remained silent. "No...no...no..." she cried as she stood up and backed away from me. "I didn't pull the trigger..." "But you were the one that killed him?" "I was supposed to be the one to shoot him, but I couldn't do it because I knew he was innocent..." "So then why is he dead?" "Dean seen that I couldn't pull the trigger, so he took that as an opportunity and pulled out his own gun...killing him instantly." "Is that why you're with me? Is this why you came onto me? So I could pay the debt that he couldn't?" "No! Hell no! I didn't even know you guys were related. Stan and David were best friends but when drugs are involved, things change." "Is that why he knew me when I was just a baby?" "I don't know, I was only a toddler at the time." I reassured her. "Thank you." she cried as she snaked her arms around my neck. "For what?" "Sparing his life." "It didn't change the outcome..." "Is this why you're known for killing someone?" she mumbled into my chest. "No...that's a whole different story..." "Tell me." she said while looking up at me. "Not right now..." I can feel the anger coming back as the horrible flash back came to mind. "No, no more secrets between us." "I'll tell you later, like when we're laying down." "Promise?" "Yeah whatever." "No! Pinky promise me!" she whined. I wrapped my finger around hers and said "And just to clear things up...I'm sorry...I didn't mean those things I said. I'm sorry for ruining your birthday..." "You didn't ruin my birthday." she said while looking at the ground. I lifted her blood crusted chin up with my finger and looked into her eyes. "You know I did." I said before tasting her bloody, swollen lips. "You should know that I always forgive you and your bipolarness." She laughed. "I'm not talking about that...I'm talking about not being there. I caused this." "No you didn't!" she protested. "Look at your face! Stan wouldn't even have a clue about you if I wasn't with you." "With me?" she smiled. "Don't start. We're not together!" her smile faded as she walked off to the bathroom, leaving me in the middle of my bloody, bedroom floor. I got up and followed her but she locked the door before I could walk in. "Sar, come on. Please open the door, I just don't like when you pressure me like that. Please unlock the door..." I mumbled against the white painted wood. The lock clicked and I slowly opened the door to reveal her staring at her own reflection. She looked down into the sink as I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I placed a kiss to the back of her neck and mumbled against her skin."I'll clean you up." I lifted her up and sat her on the sink as I stood in-between her legs. I grabbed a moist wash cloth and gently dabbed the blood from her face. "I should have been there..." I stated as I inspected her slight injuries that damaged her perfect face as she sadly looked down not wanting to make eye contact with me. "What's wrong?" I asked as she looked into my eyes. She looked back down and mumbled "You can't protect me from everything..." I placed a kiss to her forehead and whispered "I can try..."

Sarah's P.O.V

I was woken up by someone knocking on the door. I don't even remember falling asleep last night... I pushed Harry's arm off of me and sat up. The knocking became louder and I nudged Harry, trying to wake him up. "Harry, someone is at the door. Wake up!" I shook him but all he did was grumble and roll over. I got up and walked to the door and opened it. "Is Harry here?" the stranger asked. "He's sleeping and won't wake up. Can I take a message?" "I'm not a message kind of guy..." he stated before brushing past me and walking towards Harry's room. "Hey Liam." I greeted the non-stranger as he walked past me. "What happened to you, sugarplum?" "Long story and...sugarplum?" "I don't know, it's your new nickname I guess." "Okay then..." I laughed before leaving Liam in the living room and following the other guy to the bedroom. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" the guy said which made Harry jump up instantly. "Louis! What the fuck are you doing here? Where is Sarah?" He panicked. "Calm down, you freak! Don't go all mental now, she's out on the couch with Liam." Louis stated when in reality I was right outside the bedroom door eavesdropping. "He better not be doing anything to her..." Harry warned. "Relax. They're fine." "Why the fuck are you here?" "That's no way to talk to your best friend now is it? You know why I'm here." "I already told you I'd be there." Harry fought back quietly. "You better not chicken out on this! This fight is worth more than my God damn house!" "I told you I'll be there! Now shut the fuck up before she hears you!" Harry said through his teeth. I stepped inside of the doorway and both of their eyes darted towards me. "Before I hear what? Another thing you're hiding from me?" "Sarah, I was going to tell you. I swear!" Harry protested. "Whatever..." I rolled my eyes before meeting Liam back in the living room. "Give me the details. All of them." "Details for what?" Liam asked. "Don't play stupid with me, I already know." He sighed with defeat before saying "Harry is fighting some guy that works for Stan for a big hunk of cash, the guy is a pro, he is fucking ten times Harry's size. That's pretty much all I know, but don't worry, Harry is the best fighter I know." "What do you mean by fighter?" "Boxing. Harry boxes, he has been training a lot lately and he's fucking great!" "So if Harry wins he gets the money? Is that how this works?" "Yeah, but trust me, everything will be fine." I sighed as Liam mumbled goodbye before following Louis out the door. I remained on the couch with my face in my hands before Harry's bare arms wrapped around me. "I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how to, I'll be okay." "I've seen you fight, Harry. You're good, really good actually,... but this guy..." "I'll kick his ass babe, I promise." "Please don't do this... Liam said..." "So now you're going to trust Liam over me, right?" "No that's not what I'm saying! He said he's fucking ten times your size! I just don't want you to get hurt..." I stated as the tears began to brim my eyes. "We'll talk about this later, okay? I don't want to see you cry right now. Hey, remember what I told you last night?" "Yeah..." I sniffled. "This fight is for you. If I win this, it proves to you that you can trust me and that I will try with every ounce in my body to protect you..." he mumbled against my lips. "You can't protect me from everything." I reminded him. "I already told you that I can try." He whispered while looking into my eyes and brushing his thumb against my lips. "But why?" I asked while searching his eyes for an answer. "Because I love you..."