Troubled → H.S

Seven||mister angry pants?

Our lips moved in sync as his hand travelled down to my waist as he propped himself up on his elbows. His tongue brushed against my bottom lip, i immediately granted him entrance and kissed him harder.

My fingertips ran up his neck, which was covered in tattoos, and made their way to the back of his nape to gently tug at the ends of his hair causing a hoarse groan to fill my mouth.

Harry's warm hand roamed my body, as I tugged at the hem of his shirt. He quickly detached his lips from mine and pulled of his shirt in one quick movement, exposing his chest which was covered in all different patterns and colours.

I moan as he smashed his lips against mine in yet another passionate kiss. One of my hands dropped down from his neck to roam around his toned chest.

Wet lips detached themselves from mine to pant hot kisses down the column of my neck, nipping at my earlobe while he was at it.

"Harry" I gasped loudly as he sucked bodly st my skin, surely leaving a bruise. He smirked as his tongue moved repeatedly over he freshly marked bruise easing the dull ache.

My phone suddenly started vibrating against the white wood of my bedside cabinet. Harry groaned and reached over to pick it up, he turned he screen towards me to show who was calling, Dylan. I swipe the button at the bottom of my screen to answer the call,

"Hello"

"Hey maddie, party at the frat house get your but ready" she says, more like demands.

"On a weekday?" I question

"Yes dummie! Now get ready and I'll get Harry to pick you up"

I sigh "oh I dunno"

"I'm not taking no for an answer madison" with that she hangs up the phone. I roll my eyes, putting my phone back onto the cabinet. I look back at Harry who was putting his tshirt back on,

"What did she want" he scoffs

"She's forcing me to go to this party tonight"

"Oh" he nods "get ready you'll go with me" he sits back in the bed

I make my way towards the wardrobe and flick through the dresses that I had, I sigh unable to choose one. I then decided on just wearing a pair of black shorts, a black crop top and a pair of thigh high lace-up boots. I quickly straightened my hair and applied some mascara and eyeliner, and some lipstick-black of course- before putting on my yellow leather jacket. I pick up my phone and put in my pocket before having one last look at my appearance.

I look at Harry who was already watching me smirking, He picked up his car keys and gestured for me to follow him. We got to the car and Harry opened the passenger door for me, closing it after I was seated. We pulled out of the space he was parked and headed to where I presume was the frat house.

Harry hasn't mentioned what happened back in the room, neither have I. I was quite shocked at what happened but I don't regret it, I wonder if he did.

"I never noticed until earlier but you have so many tattoos" he says bringing me out of my thoughts

"Huh.. oh, yeah I've got a lot" i stutter

"Why are you so nervous around me, princess?" He looks at me for a split second the corners of his mouth turning up

"I am not" I scoff

"Yeah, whatever princess" he chuckles, I just roll my eyes and look out the window, "anyway why do you have so many?"

"I really don't know, I just went through a faze where I thought my body was a canvass sorta thing" I shrugg "once I started I didn't wanna stop"

He nods and points to a large house which had around 10 cars parked outside, and people gathered in small groups out the front.
"We're here, and stick with me tonight"he says unbuckling his seatbelt.

When we get to the front door it's wide open, the hallway filled with people drinking from plastic cups. He grabs my hand interlocking our fingers as he leads me through the crowd, we make our way to the kitchen to find Dylan, Niall, Louis and some other guy talking. As soon as we approach them Dylan turns round and squeals as she runs towards me wrapping her arms around me, I hug her back with my free arm.

Harry still hasn't let go of my hand, his grip only tightened when the boy introduced himself, i shook his hand that he had extended and smiled.

'Zayn and Harry don't get along' Dylan mouthed to me, I look up at Harry who was staring at Zayn, jaw clenched and his grip tightening more on my hand.

I tug at his arm causing him to look down at me "wanna go" Harry nods and leads us upstairs towards a room, I look around the room taking in what I see, I walk over to the large bookcase covering the majority of the grey wall.

"This guy must really like to read" I say running my finger along the spine of each book,

"I dunno, maybe" Harry mumbles walking over to put his phone on the docking station that sat on a black shelf
"I don't usually let people in my room" he scoffs

"wait, is this your room? Seriously?" I stifled a laugh, I look round to see him glaring at me he doesn't look too amused.
"You don't seem like the frat boy type"

"You don't seem like the type to attend Gallagher"

"Likewise asshole" I see him smirk

"Wanna finish where we left of" he asks

"No, I wanna go back downstairs, your too boring" I sit down on the spinning chair that's sat next to his desk

"No! Not while that bastards there" he says clenches his fists

"What's the deal with you two?" I ask

"Shit happened, he pissed me off big time I fucked him up and he moved" he shrugs

I nod picking at the black nail polish that had been painted on my nails the other day. I came to a party for a reason, to party, not to sit in Harry's room because he doesn't like someone here.

"I'm going back down, come with me or don't I couldn't care" I get up and leave my the room not bothering to close the door, I head back towards the kitchen to find everyone still there I smile as I walk over to them

"No mister angry pants?" Dylan giggles

"I told him I was coming back with or without him so"

I jump up onto the counter next to Dylan and I'm handed a red cup by Zayn, I thank him and take a sip feeling the familiar burning sensation in my throat.

We spent the night talking about random stuff, drinking anything and everything, and singing along to whatever song played through the speakers.

"Hey mads?" Dylan slurs "I wanna know something, what's the deal with the black arm" she points to my arm which I got a full black sleeve tattooed on around 6 months ago.

"I had stuff I wanted to cover and I just thought it was different" I shrug

"It's cool" Zayn says

"Thanks" i smile "oh, how are we getting back"

"I'll be taking you" Harry says from the doorway

"Okay. Are you ready to go now?" I question

He nods and leaves the kitchen.

"I'm staying sorry" Dylan mumbles

I say my goodbyes and meet Harry at the car, he starts the engine and then drives off.