TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 15

Harry's P.O.V

Sarah sat on the couch and continued to ignore me. "Would ya just talk to me? You don't own me, I can do whatever I want!" I complained. Still nothing. "Sarah..." "I never said I owned you, and no you can't do whatever you want because every time you do, you always fuck something up and end up hurting me in the process!" She snapped. "I know I'm a fuck up! I know that everything I do, touch, or even say I fuck up. I know that I hurt you but it's never intentional. Thanks for informing me about the things I already know. I've been a fuck up my whole life...and you act like I'm proud of it..." I yelled in her face as she remained sitting on the cushion with only pure anger rushing through her veins. I watched her face soften before her anger turned to sadness and the small tears began to fall from her eyes. "I...I just don't want you to get hurt..." She quietly sobbed. I sat next to her and held her face to my chest as I held her tightly. "I won't get hurt. You don't have to worry about me. Don't cry because of me..." I mumbled into the top of her head. "That's just it! I try not to care, but I do. I try not to worry about you, but I still do. I try not to cry, but I do because I can't help it. You're tearing me apart Styles, but no matter how hard I try I can't seem to stay away from you." I laid down and stretched my body across the couch and laid her on top of me. She placed her face in the crook of my neck as her sobs turned to sniffles, and her breathing calmed. Her eyes fell shut as she cuddled closely to my body. Before she fell completely asleep, a small murmur fell from her lips "Please don't do it..." After that, the only thing that invaded my ears was the small, quiet noises that fell from her slightly parted lips as she slept. I tried to sleep but her words kept repeating in my head and it made it impossible to even hear my own thoughts. I carefully slid out from under her, trying my best not to wake her before I headed towards my bedroom. I didn't want to just leave her there...but I had to.

Sarah's P.O.V

I woke up cold and no longer heated by the body that was under me when I fell asleep. I sat up and glanced around the room. He was nowhere in sight. I stood up from the couch and began to panic. I frantically looked through each room searching for him. He couldn't have... I can't believe him!...He was gone. He went to that God damn fight behind my back as I was asleep. I'm so fucking pissed at him but more so worried and scared. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter and scrolled through my contacts before pressing dial. "Liam?" "Yeah, Sugar Plum?" "Where is that fight at?" "Why?" "I just...Can you give me a ride there?" "I don't think that's a good idea.." "Liam, please? I'm begging you!" "Ugh, alright fine! Where are you?" "Harry's place." "I'll be there in 10." We disconnected the call and I quickly got dressed and tried my best to cover up my injuries with makeup, they were hardly noticeable besides the split lip. I heard a honk outside and I grabbed my jacket and ran to his car. As I got in he chuckled and said "What's the rush?" "Just drive." I sighed. After driving for about 20 minutes, we pulled up to some abandoned looking warehouse. The only light outside was one single, dim street light. I rushed inside and there was about 15 people scattered around but Harry was nowhere in sight. "Where is he?" I quickly asked Louis. "Whoa! Calm down, girly! Second door down the hallway." I walked to the room and seen Harry sitting on a stool facing the opposite direction. I pushed my hands against his bare back and screamed "Are you insane? How could you?" I fought back the tears as he stood up and grabbed my wrists. "Am I insane? Why would you come here?" "Because I don't want you to fuck up another thing!" "Wow thanks." "I don't want you hurt! Don't you understand that I care about you?" I yelled as he shut the door to the room. "Stop yelling, you're drawing attention!" he hissed. "Do you honestly think I give a fuck? If you get hurt I swear to God Harold!" "What? You swear to God what?" he seductively whispered into my ear as he pinned me against the wall and bit his lip. "What are you going to do?" he whispered against the skin of my neck. He sucked lightly, causing me to moan in response. "Shhh baby, don't let them hear you." he strained as he gently nibbled my ear lobe. He looked into my eyes before crashing his lips into mine and taking complete control of my mouth. His tongue slipped inside as he slowly slid his cold hands up my shirt. He cupped my breasts in his hands, causing my legs to almost give out. He pushed his knee in between my legs, close to my crotch and helped me regain my balance. Without hesitating, he quickly pulled my shirt over my head and threw it over his bare, glistening shoulder. Our lips remained attached as he grinded his knee against the crotch of my pants. He slipped one of his hands behind me as one remained on my exposed hip and unhooked my bra, throwing it near the lighten up, old style, white vanity. All of a sudden there was a light knock and the door was being pushed open. Harry kept his back to the door as he wrapped his arms around my exposed body. He covered my bareness by holding me close to his warm, tattooed chest. "Harry...Whoa! God damn! Sorry, I didn't know you guys would be getting all frisky in here!" Louis freaked out as he looked in the opposite direction. "Well, as you can see, we were pretty busy so can you like... get out!?" Harry yelled with his voice full of annoyance. "Sorry, no can do. Marco needs to talk to you for a sec." Louis said while Harry now made eye contact with him but still shielded me from his sight. "Who's Marco?" I quietly mumbled into his chest as I looked up at his face. He ignored my question and tightened his grip around me. "I'll be there in a minute... Now go!" Harry complained while pointing towards the door. Louis started to walk out but slowly turned around and said "Oh, and Sarah?" "Yeah?" I awkwardly mumbled. "I think you're missing something..." he smiled as he removed my bra from the vanity and went to hand it to me. "Get the fuck out already!" Harry snapped while snatching my piece of clothing from his hand. Louis lifted up his hands in defeat as he backed out the door, closing it behind him. "I'm sorry babe. I have to go. I'll make it up to you. I promise." He clipped my bra back together before quickly putting my shirt back over my head, followed by his sweat shirt. "Wait! Before you go... Who is Marco?" "Ugh you and your fucking questions! He's the guy in charge of this whole fight. He's the boss. You happy now?" he snapped. "All I did was ask you a fucking question... I should have never came here." I mumbled as I brushed passed him and walked back to where Liam was standing. He promised he's going to make all this up to me, he fucking better! After about 15 minutes of standing there and waiting with Liam and Courtney, Harry finally came into view. He walked towards the corner we are standing in and pecked my lips quickly and mumbled "I'm sorry." before he walked over to the middle of the concrete floor and just stood there. Courtney left and Louis replaced her. I stood there in between Liam and Louis as I watched a guy five times the size of Harry enter the room. He stood only feet in front of Harry, glaring and grinning. "Ten minutes!" A guy I assume to be Marco yelled. I let out a heavy breath that I didn't even know I was holding as I watched Harry smirk at me before turning back to look at his competition. The ten minutes seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and Marco is now talking to both opponents. I read his lips and made it out to say "Shall we begin?" Harry glanced over at me, hesitating his answer. He let out a deep breath, his eyes still not leaving my face. The color in my face drained as he remained staring. "I'm ready..." Harry spoke just above a whisper as my eyes broke his contact, moving my stare to the cold, moist concrete floor beneath me. "Go!" Marco's voice boomed through the room. I looked up and watched Harry tighten the strap on his left boxing glove. The ripped old material, bearly even held together anymore. I watched Harry as he just stood there, not even flinching while the huge man inched closer to him. The first punch was thrown, but not by Harry. After the first punch, Harry still just stood there. Another one was thrown, hitting Harry right in his side. "What the fuck is he doing?" I panicked. "He's trying to find the guy's weakness." Louis informed me. I let the new information about fighting sink into my brain. I swallowed the lump in my throat before asking "What's Harry's weakness?" Louis looked at me and just stared at me. "Well what is it?" I asked. Liam glanced over at me before looking away again. Louis looked down at his feet and then back up at me. "You...his weakness is you." I turned back to the fight to see the man whispering something to Harry. When the man backed up, Harry lunged. He went insane, whatever he told him made Harry the maddest I've ever seen him before. The sweat poured from his now straightened hair as the fight seemed to be moving in slow motion through my eyes. "I'm sorry, I can't do this..." I mumbled before storming outside, slipping out of Liam's tight grip. I walked outside and sat upon the cold, concrete steps as tears brimmed the sides of my eyes. After about 15 minutes, Liam walked out and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Sarah..." he softly spoke. "Did he win?" I asked concerned. He didn't say anything, all he did was sympathetically shake his head. "Wh...What?" I said while standing up, fear overpowering my body. I went to run inside but Liam grabbed me an held me back. "Sarah, don't... " I pushed him off with all the force I could produce and rushed inside. I froze at the sight of Harry lifelessly sprawled out across the ground as the blood rushed from his face. "Harry..." I quietly cried as the I rushed to his side and knelt down beside him. "No, Harry, don't do this to me, why didn't you listen to me?" I whispered into the bare chest that was now covered in my salty tears. "Sar...he told me that if I didn't lose he would hurt you and take you away from me..." he struggled to say, quieter than a whisper. "I did it for you..." he added as his eyes fell closed. "Harry, don't you dare do this to me..." I cried while running my fingers through his tangled now nonexistent curls. "Say something, I'm giving up on you...I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you." I sobbed into his tatted chest. He used every ounce of strength he had left and lifted up his cold, pale hand and placed it on my tear filled cheek. "Please don't go." I whispered. He swallowed and quietly said "I promised you that I would protect you until the day that I die and I kept it. Live your life and don't let this slow you down..." he whispered as I thought back to the night of the party, the night he saved my life.

*FLASHBACK*
I will protect you until the day I die." he whispered into my neck as his hot breath gave me goose bumps. His curls tickled my skin as he planted soft kisses down my neck. "They're watching us..." I mumbled slightly embarrassed as I could see all three of my friends eyes on us through the curtain. "Let 'em."  he sexually hissed. "Stop." I giggled as I playfully pushed him away. He kissed my cheek and said "Sweet dreams, babe." before I stepped out of the car and walked up the concrete steps to the house.

Those ten simple words echoed through my head. "I will protect you until the day that I die." I placed my hand on his cold, swollen, blood covered face and said "I love you. I know I never said it but I love you. I fucking love you. You're the one that I love and I will not say goodbye like this." His hand fell from my face as his body laid lifelessly and still underneath me. "DO YOU HEAR ME?!" I screamed as anger and tears filled my eyes even more as I pounded the concrete ground with my fists. The last thing I remember is being pulled back by Louis and Liam as I screamed "No!" and all they said in response was "He's gone..."