Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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  I woke up to the sound of annoying tapping on my window and I grumbled nonsense under my breath. I grabbed the other pillow from beside me and smacked it against my ear to stop the sounds. Smiling, I closed my eyes peacefully and attempted to fall asleep again until my phone started to blare my favorite song. Without checking the caller i.d., I answered the phone immediately, because I obviously knew who it was.

  "Harry! What the hell?" I basically yelled into the phone. "Wake up Sleeping Beauty," he cooed over the phone. I rolled my eyes and pulled the comforter off my body walking towards the window. Harry stood there crossing his arms in his usual attire- tight, black shirt, tight, black pants, and his boots. He wore a smirk and his hair was in a disorderly way that made me smile. He waved slightly at me as I replied back with a smile.

  "You look great with bed head ya know," he beamed. "Thank you," I smiled. "Oh and Florence?" "Yes?" "Happy Birthday." "Thank-" "Now get ready! We have a full day ahead of us!" The line went dead and chuckled to myself as he stood out my window tapping his watch dramatically. I playfully stuck my tongue at him and went to pick out some clothes to wear. I opened my closet and stared at it wondering what to wear considering that I didn't know what the hell I was doing with Harry.

  I shrugged it off and picked out a Green Day band shirt and some studded jean shorts along with my black Vans. I closed my blinds and undressed quickly to put on the selected clothing I picked out. When I got finished, I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail and rushed to the bathroom to put some makeup on to make my face look decent. To finish off, I slipped on some socks and shoved my feet into my Vans rushing out my bedroom door with my phone and some money in my pocket. I ran down the stairs almost killing myself along the way until my dad stopped me.

  "Woah, Kiddo. Where are you rushing off to?" my dad chuckled. "Oh, well I um- I wanted to spend the day with one of my friends," I said innocently. My dad raised an eyebrow and smiled at me. "Who's the friend?" "Uh-her name is Sophia,"I quickly answered. "A friend that's a girl? That's a first,"my dad chuckled. "Hey!" I laughed as I playfully punched his arm. "You go have fun, but be stay in touch okay? I still want to talk to you on your birthday!" my dad smiled. "Okay. Love you," I said kissing him on the cheek before I ran out the door.

  When the sun first met my eyes, I was blinded. That was until I saw him. My vision started to focus on him and I smiled lightly at the sight of him. His curls were hidden under a gray beanie and his green eyes were illuminated by the sun making them a lively emerald shade. I was stunned by how beautiful he looked at the moment making me realize that I wasn't breathing. I giggled to myself and took a deep breath in walking over towards him.

  "You look like a punk.. I love it,"Harry smirked. "Thanks.. So I have to admit, I'm a little scared about where you're going to take me." "Well, you know what I'm more scared of? Your dad, so let's go,"Harry chuckled as he guided me to his motorcycle. "Woah, woah, woah, woah.. I'm not going on this again." "C'mon! Before your dad catches us! Besides, you're only eighteen once!" I thought about it for a minute before I replied.

  "Fine," I said straddling the vehicle. Harry smiled and handed me his helmet while he grabbed the handlebars and started the motorcycle. When the engines roared to life, we immediately drove out of the neighborhood. I clutched onto Harry's shirt tightly as he steadily drove. I looked up and looked at the scenery around us smiling at how much I loved where I lived. Florida was always beautiful no matter what. There never was an ugly day.

  After about fifteen minutes of driving around town, we finally reached a destination. Harry pulled into the parking lot and we both hopped off of the motorcycle. I had never been to the building Harry drove me to, and I was a little flustered. Harry must've seen the look on my face, because he squeezed my hand when he took it in his and we walked into the mysterious building. Once we entered the building, nothing but nicotine filled my senses. I was a little shocked to see what I saw.

  Buzzing noises surrounded me and all I saw were needles and ink. My eyes widened and I hid behind Harry quickly. Harry chuckled and grasped onto my wrist pulling me around to face him. He smiled and said,"Our first destination, Miss Valentine." I shook my head and he smirked at me. "We don't have to do this, ya know.. It's okay if you don't want to." 

  I looked around again, giving it a second chance, and a smile started to grow on my face. "Let's do it." Harry smiled and hugged me tightly as I was giggling so hard my stomach hurt. He grasped onto my hand and we walked up to the counter with my nerves building up with every step we took. There was nobody there, until Harry rang the little bell on the counter. A man that I knew very well came up to the counter and grinned widely at the both of us.

  "Hey, Niall. Do you think you can hook us up?" Harry asked. Niall nodded and said,"Of course! I didn't know Flo was into this kind of stuff though." "I'm not," I laughed. "Very well, then. What do you guys want?" Niall asked. Harry grabbed a thick, white folder off of the counter and scanned the different designs looking at me every know and then. 

  When Harry flipped the page, I found the one that I wanted desperately. It was a small, open heart that I thought would fit perfectly for me. I pointed the heart out to Harry and he nodded. "Hey, Niall. I think we're going to do that one," he said showing Niall the design. "We?" I asked him. "Yeah, we! We're going to match. Oh, and Niall? Let's put our initials at the bottom of it," Harry said enthusiastically. "You are insane," I giggled. "Insane is my middle name," he said in a dorky way.

  "Okay.. Follow me," Niall said. We followed Niall to a table with two chairs on both sides and some needles and ink. We both sat down next to each other while we waited for Niall and another guy to do our tattoos. I looked at Harry nervously and he squeezed my hand as I laid my head on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay," Harry whispered to me. I nodded and he kissed the top of my head.

  When we saw Niall and Zayn walking towards us, we greeted them and we both sat down. Harry told them what we wanted and they listened carefully to what he had to say. When Harry was finished, Niall and Zayn smiled at each other and went to work. They got the needles ready and Niall said,"Don't worry, it's going to be okay." He gave me a reassuring smile and sanitized my wrist.

  The cooling sensation made me a little at ease. When Niall got the needle ready, my eyes widened and I looked at Harry. "It's better to close your eyes,"he said. I nodded and closed my eyes tight as I was preparing for the pain that was going to come. "Okay, here we go."