Like I said, I felt at home, with my big, babyish, sometimes annoying, confusing family that I loved so dearly that I couldn't bear to part with them. I didn't realize that it had been 5 days, and realized that I wanted a tattoo. I wanted a tattoo to represent me, I was no longer the little girl who's daddy took care of her every need. It shouldn't be too hard to forge his signature, I had to do it all the time.
I imagined what I would get, then realized what I wanted. I wanted a giant butterfly on my hip, illuminated by the moonlight, soaring towards the stars. This butterfly had to be bright, but also mysterious. This butterfly had to represent me, flying towards my destiny, but being veiled by darkness. Harry-or if we broke up, my passion for life-was the moonlight, guiding me to where I wanted to go. I bolted up and put on a pair of shorts and a tee. Harry looked at me confused.
"What are you doing love?" Harry asked, as I grabbed my keys.
"I want a tattoo, I am going to get one. Now," I said, opening the door.
"Did you think that we were going to miss out on your first tattoo?" Harry asked, beckoning the confused boys and girls from the house.
"It isn't anything interesting, really, just my first tattoo," I said as Louis started jumping up and down.
"Yeah, but darling, that idea is amazing! I wish I could get it, but I don't want to copy it!" Tatiana said, gesturing to her tattoo of a star on her forearm.
"Aww thank you, but I am nervous, so Harry, you are going to hold my hand," I said, running in, grabbing the paper needed for parental permission, and signing it in his name.
"You are a bad bitch," Harry said as we ran inside. The lady at the counter didn't really care about the paper, and she escorted all of us into a back room. I was sat on a kind of recliner chair and was made to take my shorts off. I didn't mind, although Harry always watched the artists eyes. The artist never took his eyes off the work, and I didn't need Harry to hold my hand.
Liam and Niall watched me in utter disbelief, because Zayn had held Harry's hand, and Niall couldn't even imagine a tattoo, and Liam had his eyes clenched up the entire time. I sat there, a look of tranquility on my face the entire time. The end result was so awesome, I couldn't even.
It was better than I imagined, and the artist had even wrote "Dream" in fancy lettering underneath the picture. It was beautiful, the butterfly so vivid, the night scene so perfect and sculpted. I started to cry, not in pain, but in its perfection. I gave the artist a giant tip and a hug.
"Thank you so much, it is beautiful," I said as I walked out of the parlor. Harry held my hand.
"You alright?" Harry asked as I still had tears running down my face.
"It is just so perfect, I love it so much, I just I can't even," I rambled on and El gave me a giant hug.
"You look beautiful, that tattoo suits you so well!" she said, and all the boys came in for a group hug. I laughed as Niall suggested we go out tonight. It was only like 9 PM so it wouldn't be too bad.
"Why not, I can show off this tat!" I said, enthusiastically.
**HARRY'S POV**
I watched her as she slowly accelerated towards the parlor, like she was going to forget her idea-whatever it was. She ran in and snathed the parental permission form, then signed it herself. She ran in, sweating slightly. I knew she was going to do great though, she has an insane pain tolerance. They had her strip down to her underwear, so that they could do the design where she wanted it. I was concious of the artists eyes occaisionally straying to her lime-green lacy thong. I would clear my throat, and Christina touched it and smiled. She wasn't feeling any pain, or at least she didn't let it show. The boys all stared at her, and I wasn't sure if she was 100% aware of it.
When we left, she was crying. She was so happy that it was more than she had imagined it to be, and she couldn't believe it. Niall had the great idea to go out to a club, and Christina agreed instantly. She wanted to feel sexy, she wanted to feel free and out of control. That was the Christina I knew.
**CHRISTINA'S POV**
I was so excited to go out, I wanted to feel out of control and shit-faced. I knew that Harry would stop me if I needed it, but I wanted to go. I wanted to fly, and the only way I could think of that is going out. With the boys, dancing with Harry, being with my friends.
"Alright, it's settled then, let us drive home to go out!" Tatiana said, rushing to the car and banging on the windows. I laughed as I got in and started driving. Harry held my hand and occaisionally kissed my knuckle as I drove. He was being so romantic, and I still hated myself for doubting him.
We arrived at the house, and the girls rushed upstairs to go get ready.
I was wearing:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=68553169
I was feeling rebelious, and I wanted to show what I had. Perrie approved, then went to get ready while the other girls were getting dressed too. I admired my tattoo while I waited.
Perrie stepped out wearing:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=68553551
Perrie looked at my tattoo and said that it was possibly one of the prettiest she had ever seen. She was careful not to touch it, although I told her that it didn't hurt. I am pretty sure she was scared that it would come off if she rubbed it too hard.
El stepped out looking glorious in:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=68553870
She seriously looked ready to bang Louis right then and there, that was how perfect she matched him.
Tatiana came out in Niall's favorite colour, trying to win him over for tonight I suppose:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=68554146
Dani came out last wearing:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=68554436
It wasn't even fucking fair how pretty Danielle looked, not to mention the other girls. The girls all made me feel beautiful too, and the boys took it to a whole other level of making me feel beautiful when we stepped out. They were waiting outside the door in all dresed in tees and shorts with Jordans and hats or beanies. It wasn't fair how pretty they were too!
Harry looked me over, "I'm afraid, dear, that if I leave you for a moment, you will have 12 different guys on you with that outfit."
"I guess you shouldn't leave then, Harry, you'll just have to stay on me all night," I said wittily as I swung my hips. Tatiana repeated the gesture, but mockingly, "Don't act like you don't want a piece of hot Irish ass, Tatiana!" I teased her.
"Oh darling, I never said I didn't," Tatiana said teasingly again. Niall blushed and the boys laughed. We all headed out to the car to go to the club. I couldn't wait.
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We arrived in the club, and the music was booming. I could feel my hips rock with the beat, and I could feel Harry's hands trail up and down my waist. I walked up to the bar and ordered a few shots, the bartender didn't ID me, and for that I was grateful. I took 4 shots and was drinking a delicious alcoholic concoction that was making me more than tipsy.
"I really love these shorts," Harry said, plucking at the lace that lined the bottom of them.
"I like them too, I think they compliment my ass, what about you?" I said, taking another sip.
"I think they make it look stunning," he said. I got a great idea.
"Let's dance, Harry. I want to dance," I said, setting my drink down and heading to the floor. One of my favorite songs was playing, and Harry and I started getting all up on eachother. I was enjoying it, and so was he, obviously. Tatiana and Niall were getting shit-faced, Liam and Danielle dancing like professionals, Louis and El holding hands and looking romantically at eachother, and Perrie and Zayn had disappeared. I was guessing they were enjoying themselves.
"You look so fine right now," Harry whispered into my ear.
"You do too," I turned around and crouched. I did a dance on my knees, and then stood up.
"You look so sexy, love."
"I love you," I whispered, kissing his neck.
"I love you, scars and all," Harry said, grabbing my back and pulling me closer.
"Ladies and Gentleman, the club is closing in 45 minutes, please exit the club now," a voice said over the intercom. I groaned, but dragged Harry outside. We sat in the car kissing and loving eachother for a few minutes. Suddenly there was a knock on the window that made me jump.
"Hey, who isn't shitfaced?" Louis slurred. We were all drunk, so we had to call Paul.
"Sorry Paul, we were just having a good time," I said.
"I was having a good-time with my wife," Paul grumbled. Eruptions of "OHHHH" exploded from the car as all of us giggled. Paul laughed, but when he dropped us off he told us that we better love him.
"I love you Paul!" I said, running up to him and kissing his cheek.
"Harry, take her in, she is going crazy," Paul said, chuckling. He kissed my cheek back and waved goodbye. I waved after him and he pulled away. He was taking away the van, and he was going to bring it back tomorrow.
"Come on, love. You need to sleep," Harry said, taking my hand gently and leading me up the stairs.
The bed looked so comfy, so I asked Harry to change me, "No sex, I am sleepy baby," I muttered. Harry chuckled and stripped off my clothes. He threw on a new pair of underwear and a tee on me. I crawled into bed and fell asleep to Harry's kisses and occaisional groan that signaled my touching.
"This isn't even fair, Christina," he mumbled in between kisses.
"Should I stop?" I asked and pulled away from him a little bit.
Harry pulled me closer, "I never said I didn't like it, did I?" he said.
I was sleepy, so Harry sung me to sleep. It was a song I didn't know, but his voice fit it so well. He sang and sang, and my mind preserved the honey-smooth sound of his voice for my dreams. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly a good dream.
I was having fun, and suddenly the room full of life turned empty. I became chained to a bed, wearing nothing but lacy stockings, my bra, and my panties. The harder I squirmed the tighter the chains became on my wrists, they were cutting into my skin and the pain was excruciating. Suddenly, a malicious and familiar laugh made me jerk my head to the corner of the room.
Harry was sitting there, twirling a knife in his hands. I started shaking, being careful not to move my hands, and terror ran cold in my veins.
"I've been waiting for you to awaken, beautiful," he practically sang. I said nothing, and he chuckled at the horror written on my face, "Don't worry, you'll love it," Harry said, and he came closer to me. With every step he took, a thud on the ground, I cringed away from him. Finally he was right beside me, his hand trailing up and down my stomach and thigh.
"Please, don't hurt me," I wimper. I could feel the tears burn down my face, my eyes were dry, so the moisture was hell.
"Don't worry, baby, you'll love it," he said, and bit each of my breasts. The pain was so crucial, but I grit my teeth and didn't say anything. He bit harder, feeling my resistance. He sat up, and there was blood on his teeth. He got on top of me, and shoved his tongue in my mouth.
The taste of blood, a salty, sickly tastes filled my mouth. It was my blood, so that made it so much worse and repulsed me to no degree. Harry grabbed my thigh and I could feel bruises start to bloom as he squeezed.
"Stop, stop!" I say, inbetween kisses.
"Never, you know how long I've waited?"
I awoke with a jolt, and was so happy to see that I was safe with Harry. He wasn't the evil man that had hurt me, he wasn't the the one who caused me so much pain. I shook him awake and went to shower. I could hear his snores outside the door, and remembered that my bags were still in the car. I decided to risk being seen in my towel and step outside. I didn't see any paparazzi but you could never be sure with all of the media eating people in the world. All they wanted was a good rumor, and me being in my towel was a nice rumor starter.
I grabbed my bags and hauled them inside. I didn't want to haul them upstairs in my towel, so I again decided to risk it by getting dressed in the livingroom. The boys snores never left my ears as I got dressed, and if even a small sound suggested they were awake, I dove behind the couch.
In the end, I was wearing:www.polyvore.com/lazy_days/set?id=66895202
I felt like trying to get rid of my hangover, which had hit me like a bullet to the temple. I stumbled into the kitchen and took a few aspirin. I layed down on the couch, and turned on E! news. I saw a picture of me walking out of the tattoo parlor with a giant tattoo.
"Can you believe it? Our perfect little Christina Dylan is turning into a bad girl, does this have anything to do with dating the notoriously handsome and bad-boy Harry Styles of One Direction?" the male host turned to the female.
"I can believe it, I believe that Christina is losing herself! She is a nice girl and all, but Harry, don't ruin out little girl!" the female announcer said. I laughed, that tattoo was my idea. I called them.
"We have a caller! Caller, what do you think of Christina Dylan's tattoo?" the male voice said.
"Hello, this is Christina. I was calling to tell everyone watching this show that I wanted the tattoo, it represents who I am. So can you stop bashing my boyfriend please?" I asked them. As I talked, I watched a ton of emotions play across their faces. There was guilt, then pleasure, then a few others.
"Of course, Miss Dylan! We would be happy to stop 'bashing your boyfriend'," the female said.
"Thank you! Kiss kiss! Good bye!" I said and hung up. The program went off, and Harry started laughing, "Oh hello darling, I didn't realize you were awake," I said, standing up and kissing him.
"That was too perfect, baby. Did you see their busted faces?" Harry said.
"Oh yes, I was trying to embarrass them. I know they will probably bash you some more, but I just wanted to let them know, that it was my idea. And that was live, so yeah," I said, and followed him into the kitchen to get some milk.
"I'm hungry," Harry complained. I raised my eyebrows at him, "I forgot, you went 5 days without food, you can go without it."
"I am not gonna cook for you, Mr. Styles, you are perfectly capable of doing that," I laughed, taking a sip of my milk.
"Yeah, but your cooking is amazing," he whined.
I laughed and pulled out the stuff to make omlets, "Lazy ass," I chuckle.
He laughed with me, "But I'm your lazy ass," he said, and sat down to watch me cook.
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**TAYLOR'S POV**(yes, Swift)
I felt absolutely horrid about what I had done to Christina. I wanted Harry badly, but the fact that I made her go missing for days was about as bad as I could get. I risked texting her, but I wasn't expecting anything more than a "fuck off".
To:Christina Dylan- I am so so so sorry for what I did. I am not even kidding, I swear. Can you forgive me, and please please please let me talk to you.
From:Christina Dylan- Taylor, what you did hurt. Don't do it again, we should meet up sometime today, because I don't want to hate you. Even though Harry is fuming right now, he is pretty pissed.
To:Christina Dylan-THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'll come get you in an hour, that good?
From:Christina Dylan-Perfect. See you then! xoxo
I let out a sigh of relief, Christina didn't hate me, even though I'd caused her so much pain. I found out about her past, it had leaked all over the news. I felt horrible about it, and I couldn't believe I actually did it. I may have been jealous because, let's be honest, she is gorgeous and I want Harry. But what I did was practically unforgivable, and I still couldn't believe she'd actually forgave me. I felt like I fixed it, and I didn't hate her as much as I thought I would.
**CHRISTINA'S POV**
I was surprised to recieve a text from Taylor, especially after what she did. I forgave her, though, because I felt like I would feel like she did if she was dating Harry. I would be jealous, and although I may not go about doing what she did to get him, I know that I would feel jealous.
Harry, of course, was livid about me texting Taylor and making plans to hang out with her. Harry was fuming, 3x the steam coming out of his ears than on his eggs. It was quite amusing to see him try to hide his emotions. I kissed him.
"Baby, it's okay. Taylor and I are going to get along fine," I said.
"But she hurt you," is all I heard him mutter.
"Some people deserve second chances Harry. I know that I would be jealous of her if she and you were dating and I knew you. I may not do what she did to get you, but I would fight and do as much as I could to cath your eye."
"Fine, but keep your tracker on, okay?" Harry said, giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Okay, love you," I said and went to get ready.