Rose Tattoos | H.S (discontinued)

𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

"When I allowed you to move there, Harry, it was so that you have an escape; a getaway like you wanted for your music. I let you go for you that reason, not for you to find a lover and get your reputation in trouble," my manager scolded through the phone. "I expect you to know the outcome by now when you are seen with a woman in public, whether you are dating her or not!"

"Yes, I know." I mumbled.

"If you know, then why did you go against my orders, Styles?!" He retorted.

"...We just unexpectedly met at a museum and she asked if I wanted to go to an ice cream shop and garden with her, I couldn't say no. That would have been rude of me and I... and I just wanted to be around her, I was too caught up in the moment to remember that other people could be watching me."

"You don't even know her! How do you know if she's not just using you because you are famous?!" He questioned.

"She's not! I know she's not. She cares about me as a friend not some celebrity she can profit from!" I yelled back. The vein of my neck became prominent and the apples of my cheeks became heated with redness.

There was a tense pause between us before he continued on.

"From now on I want you stay away from her. You will never be able to escape the public eye. Remember who you are, Harry Styles."

With that, he hung up. Leaving me frozen in my standing position. My blood ran cold and tingles spread across my body.

He just forbid from seeing Arabella from this day forth all because paparazzi, being the sneaky bitches they are, snapped a couple pictures of me with her the day we hung out. Forcing their own interpretations of what her and I are to the public.

How were they even able to spot me in a crowd of thousands? The answer will forever remain unknown to me.

What I do know is, this isn't fair. Can't I be seen with a woman who is just a friend; who I am not romantically involved with?

"...stay away from her."

I dropped my phone to my kitchen tiles, grabbing the roots of my hair as I try to breathe and calm myself down before everything in my home gets destroyed.

I can't stay away from her. If I do, then that means I can no longer go to her to satisfy my needs.

'Cause I crave the feeling of what feels like clawed animals digging deep into my skin.

I crave the feeling of what feels like fire dancing all over me.

To feel the coolness of her hands through the latex gloves as it distinguishes the fire spreading across my body.

To feel her gentle touch as it calms the wild animals engraving their mark onto me.

It's a dangerous game I'm playing, but I would risk it all to get what I want even if it ruins me.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number that's becoming familiar each time I type it in.

"Hello, I'd like to book an appointment."

A/N:
did anyone catch the Taylor Swift references?
are you a Swiftie yourself?
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