TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 19

Harry's P.O.V

I never wanted to tell her this. I never wanted her to know how fucked up I actually am. There was something different about her reaction...she didn't freak out, it was almost as if she didn't care. "Why?" She asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Why what?" "Why did you kill your own father?" She stated the obvious. "I was young, about 13...He was beating my mom, he almost killed her too..." "What do you mean 'her too'?" I choked. "Harry, you can tell me, nothing you tell me will change my mind about you. The past is the past." I wanted to kiss her so bad right now, but I really wanted to vent to the only person that seemed to care. "He...he..." I shuddered causing her to grip my hand tightly and reassuringly. "He beat my little sister to death and forced me to watch." "Oh my God, Harry." She said stopping me mid-sentence and burying my head into her chest. "I'm so sorry." I heard her crying at my misery. "I grabbed her arms and looked into her tear welded eyes. "Don't feel sorry for me." "Harry..." "No, I mean it, Sar. I don't want your sympathy." "I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you." she choked back the tears, obviously hurt by my choice of words. I held her tightly and whispered into the top of her head. "I'm not trying to be harsh, I just want to keep the past where it belongs."

Sarah's P.O.V

"Can I tell you more?" he asked. "Of course." I said as I placed a kiss to his warm cheek. "He killed my sister in front of me and my mother. After he killed Gemma, he started beating my mom, I was almost too late, but I got this rush, out of nowhere, I was no longer a scared little boy. I beat him until my vision turned red. That's the day that changed me into this horrible monster that I am today. That motherfucker scarred me for life, he turned me into this self-conceited prick, he ruined my outlook on life. Ever since that day, I've been a demon. That night before the police came, I ran. I just ran away. I lived in the streets, turned to alcohol and drugs, partied every night, dropped out of school, started tattooing my body as though It was my journal, degraded people, hurt people, and just became the full on bad boy. I never seen my mom after that, I talked to her one time over the phone a couple years ago but that was it. She wanted to be back in my life but I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment....okay, that's a lie...I knew that she wouldn't accept the new me. I just wanted to be alone, I wanted to be the person that everyone was afraid of, the person that no one even dared to glance at. After a couple months...I was that person. I liked it, I liked feeling like I controlled everything in my path. But then...then I found you. I thought you were like all the other normal people in the world, but you weren't. You weren't scared of me, you never were, you were brave, and you stuck up for yourself. That's why I tested you every time I seen you. I forced you and you fought until you would finally give up. I trust you, but most importantly you care about me. No one has ever cared about me the way you do, you are the only person that I've ever loved. It's sad to admit but I only love you. I know it sounds stupid and silly because we've only known each other for a couple of months, but it's the truth. I don't know what you do to me but you get under my skin, you make me crazy and I love it. I love to be insane because of you, I love the madness you cause me. I love when you get pissed of at me and don't shut up. I love how you get annoying and overreact, this may sound offensive but I fucking love those little things about you. I love how you're not perfect, but to me you are. I love how in my eyes you're a whole different person that everyone else doesn't get to see but me. I love how I can tell you my past and my stories without you judging me or walking out of my life. What I'm trying to say is I don't understand how labels show your love for someone. I don't understand how the titles like 'boyfriend', 'girlfriend', and 'relationship' make someone's feelings appear differently. If that is what you want, I will be you boyfriend, but will you be my girlfriend?" I had a loss for words. "Harry...I..I...yes...Yes, I'll be you're girlfriend." I smiled. He grabbed my face and kissed me and said "That doesn't mean super mushy, gushy, relationship stuff now, okay?" "Okay...but i thought you didn't date." I joked. "Don't ruin it," he laughed. "I find it funny how my life story turned into a speech of how much I love you." he chuckled as he planted small, wet kisses throughout my entire face. "I love you." he smiled against my cheek. "I love you too." I smiled back. "Don't say 'too' it makes it sound like you're forced to love me, like you're obligated to say it." "Shut up." I giggled. "I love you." I added. He held me tightly and laid against me as his breath hit my neck. I felt his phone vibrate against my leg through his pocket. He sighed and got off of me. He looked at the text message and quickly rushed out the door with just a "I have to go." I groaned and sat there with my arms crossed by myself. "Like you haven't been gone long enough." I huffed to myself.