TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 18

Harry's P.O.V

I woke up with my arms around the girl that I haven't seen or held in what feels like eternity. I placed a kiss to her pink tinted lips and mumbled "Good morning." She fluttered her eyes open and smirked up at me. "Last night was amazing." she yawned. "Best I ever had." I chuckled as I placed a kiss to the top of her head. We heard a muffled knock from the front door and we just looked at each other confused. "Who the fuck is at the door right now?" I stretched. She sighed and stood up to walk downstairs. I grabbed her hand and whined "No, don't leave me." "I have to." she pouted as she kissed my cheek. "I'll be back." she stated before pulling my shirt over her head and heading to the front door.

Sarah's P.O.V

I walked down the stairs in only my underwear and Harry's normal, plain, black t-shirt. The knocking continued so I yelled "I'm coming!" to the unexpected visitor. I opened the front door to see Zayn with a worried look on his face. He smirked when he seen me and said "I just stopped by to check on you." I turned around to see Harry in only his black, boxer briefs walking down the stairs. Zayn looked at me with disbelief and shock. "You mean..." he started and then shook his head in disgust. "This was all a fucking joke? This was all pretend?" Zayn snapped as he slightly pushed me to the side. He darted towards Harry and forced him into the wall that stood behind him. "Zayn!" I panicked. "Do you know what you put her through?" he spat into Harry's clenched face. "I did it for her!" Harry growled. "So you wanted her to suffer? Do understand that she almost died the other day because of your bull shit?" Zayn screamed as he wrapped his hands around Harry's neck. Harry had a loss for words, all he did was stare at me blankly. "What?" he finally mumbled. "She tried to overdose because of you!" "Zayn stop! Shut up!" I yelled as I held back the tears. "Sarah..." Harry started but Zayn stopped him with a punch to the face. I could tell that Harry didn't want to do it but he couldn't hold it back any longer. He pushed Zayn to the ground, pinned him down, and held him by the collar of his shirt. "Fuck you, Zayn! I'm sick of your pussy ass shit! No matter how hard you try you can't take her away from me!" Harry hissed into his ear. "Well if you fucking cared about her, then you wouldn't have done what you did to her." Is all Zayn said before he pushed Harry off of him and walked out the door. He slammed the door as I sat on the couch crying, not knowing what else to do. Harry wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand as he walked over to me. "Sar... I...I didn't know." he whispered as he grabbed my hand and smashed me into his bare chest. "I'm sorry." He mumbled into the top of my head. I slowly pulled away and sat back down. "What's wrong?" he asked as I just ignored him. "Sarah?" "No, Harry." I stated as I pulled my hand away from his touch. "Are you seriously taking that douche's side right now?" "I'm not taking anyone's side and stop fucking treating him so badly, he's only trying to help me!" "I can help you! That's why I'm here for you!" "You weren't there for me when I needed you the most..." "Sarah, I'm only a guy! If I could give you the world, I would, but I can't!" "That's not what I'm trying to say! I just...I need time to think right now..." "Even after everything that happened last night?" he asked. "Harry, I mean like 10 minutes, not forever." "Oh.."

*10 MINUTES LATER*

After sitting next to each other in complete utter silence, I finally decided to break it. "Tell me the truth..." I quietly said. "The truth about what?" he looked scared. "The truth about why you are known for killing someone with your own bare hands." "Sar..." "No! Tell me! No more pushing it aside." I strongly said. "Okay the truth is...yes, I killed someone and yes I did it with my own bare hands... Happy now?" I just sat there shocked. It felt like I was hit in the chest with a bullet, I couldn't catch my breath. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah...I...I'm fine." I stuttered. "There was a reason. I didn't kill someone just for the fun of it. I did it for a reason." he admitted. "You're only one of the very few people that know this." He gulped as he reached for my hand again. I pulled it away slightly. "Sar..." "I just need all of this to sink in." I sighed. "Don't do this to me. Please don't be scared of me like everyone else. I can't handle being looked at like a monster 24/7. I need you, Sar. You're the only one that's ever treated me like an actual human being before." He choked. I climbed onto his lap and kissed him. "You are not a monster, and I'm not scared of you whatsoever. I love you, Harry and I will never treat you otherwise." I mumbled against his lips as he smiled. "Don't ever leave me." He mumbled into my chest. "I won't, unless you give me a reason to." We sat like that for awhile until I crawled off of his body and sat down next to him again. The silence took over again. "Who was it?" I broke it once again. "I don't think that's necessary." he sighed. "Tell me." "No. You don't need to know." "Harry Styles, you better tell me who you killed right now." I stood my ground and poked at his chest. His blood began to boil and his chest tightened. "My father! I killed my father!"