27 Tattoos

Your mothers smile faded as she looked up and down the tattooed boy’s body. Her face held a look of worry as she glanced over Harry’s piercings and tattoos.

“Hello, Mrs (Y/L/N). I’m Harry.” Harry said, holding out his hand for your mother to shake.

“Actually it’s Miss (Y/L/N). I stopped beings Mrs a couple of months ago.” She said, ignoring Harry’s gesture. You looked down, upset by your parents’ divorce, but who wouldn’t be?

“It’s okay.” Harry whispered, placing his palm on the bottom of you back, in an attempt to soothe you. It didn’t work and a few tears slipped down your face, you missed your dad, even though he was the one that cheated, you still missed him. Your mum looked at Harry.

“I think it’s time you left now…”

“Harry.” He said, a bit hurt that she forgot his name. She walked to the door and opened it, gesturing for him to get out. Harry shot you a what-the-fuck glance and walked out, turning to face your mother.

“It was lovely meeting you Miss (Y/L/N).” He smiled, walking to his car and driving off. Your mother shut the door and looked at you, anger in her eyes.

“I don’t want you socialising with those sorts of people. They are dangerous, (Y/N).” She said, warningly.

“I think I can handle myself. You don’t choose who I get to hang around with.” You replied, resentment in your tone.

“I’m your mother and as long as you live under my roof you will do as I say!” Your mother said, her tone rising.

“YOU’RE SUCH A CONTROL FREAK!” You yell, storming up to your room and slamming the door shut. You weren’t even hanging out with Harry; he was hurt so you helped. You would hardly call that friendship, its basic human instinct. Were you friends with Harry? The boy everyone told you to stay away from, the boy who made your life so difficult.

*Louis’ P.O.V*

It had been 3 days since the fight with Niall, they still weren’t talking. Harry clearly had other things on his mind. He’s been getting really close to (Y/N) recently, I was happy for him. I didn’t mind as long as it meant her friends wouldn’t be hanging around with us, and by her friends, I mean Eleanor. What happened was stupid and wrong, she better not of told anyone, I haven’t. Not even Harry.

“Harry, mate. What are you doing?” I asked him as he was rummaging through his wardrobe, flinging clothes behind him. He was dressed in black jeans, a shirt and a blazer.

“I need to find my converse.” He said, clearly stressed.

“They’re next to the front door.” I said, stifling a laugh, Harry muttering something under his breath whilst putting the shoes on. He walked over to his dresser and started to take his piercings out of his nose, lip and eyebrow, the stretcher in his ear remaining. “Right. Seriously, what’s going on?” I said, concerned. Why the fuck was he taking his piercings out? You couldn’t even see any of his tattoos with the outfit he was wearing.

“I want to make a good impression with (Y/N)’s mum.” He said, looking at me hopefully, “Do I look like less of a thug now?” He laughed.

“Yup. Completely normal.” I replied laughing. “So (Y/N) actually agreed to go on a date with you?” I question, sitting down on Harry’s bed.

“Well, no. But when I show up at the door, she can’t just turn me away.” Harry says, rummaging through his pockets. I’d never seen him like this; I do genuinely believe he loves her. I’d never tell Harry that because of course, he’d deny it. It was obvious, he would do anything for her, and it was quite cute actually. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“I’LL GET IT!” I shout, as Harry is pre-occupied in the bathroom anyway. Opening up the door I see Lee. Lee is part of our rival gang; he isn’t welcome on this side of Holmes Chapel. “What the fuck are you doing here, Lee?” I spit.

“I want to talk with Harry. Stan isn’t too pleased about what happened the other week.” He replies, keeping eye contact with me until Harry walks in the room.

“The girl is mine. I made that clear.” Harry says flatly.

“How will she be yours if she’s dead?” Lee says, smirking. Harry walks over to the door as I move out of the way, not wanting to get mixed up with Harry whilst he is like this. Harry grabs Lee’s t-shirt and pins him up against the wall in the hall.

“What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Just. Say?” Harry growls, Lee cowering at Harry’s touch.

“If Stan can’t have her, nobody can- his words, not mine.” Lee says, his voice quietening, obviously afraid of what Harry can do.

“None of you will go anywhere near her, you got that? You touch her and I will kill you. That is a promise.” Harry says lowly, his tone cold and merciless, “Now get out of here, or I’ll kill you now.” He growled, pushing Lee to the floor and storming back into the apartment, slamming the door. I walked up to Harry who was pacing up and down.

“Mate, don’t worry. They know nothing about her, she’s fine.” I said, trying to calm Harry down. Needless to say that my attempt failed.

“I have to go, Lou. You can stay here as long as you want.” He told me, grabbing his keys and storming out of the door. It probably wasn’t safe for him to drive, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him.

*Harry’s P.O.V*

I was driving to (Y/N)’s house as fast as I could, I didn’t want to take any chances. I swear to god, if any of them touch her- stop. Calm down. You don’t want (Y/N) to see you like this, at least not again. I’ve lost control in front of her before; she cowered away from me, flinching from my touch. That can’t happen again, it won’t. I pulled up outside her house; my nerves were getting the better of me. It’s weird, I’d never been nervous before until I met her. I walked up to the door; it was about 9 at night, so I didn’t want to make too much noise, even though everyone was most probably awake. I reached the porch and straightened up my blazer, making sure my tattoos weren’t visible. There were still a few on my hands and neck but I couldn’t really cover them up. Knocking on the door, I waited for about 10 seconds before the door swung open to reveal (Y/N), she looked at me with a confused face before stepping outside and shutting the door.

“What are you doing here? It’s like 9, my mother will throw a fit if she sees you.” She said, trying to keep her voice down, just in case her mum happened to be listening from inside.

“I came to see you.” I simply replied, my palms sweating. She studied my face, obviously noticing that my piercings had gone, her eyes then trailing down to my black blazer and shirt. Looking straight up into my eyes, she whispers.

“What have you done?” I look at her for a couple of moments, she is in pyjama shorts and a top, nothing on her feet, and I bet she’s freezing.

“I wanted to make a good impression with your mum, so I cleaned myself up a bit.” She looked me up and down again, before opening her mouth.

“I preferred you before.” She looks down, embarrassed at what she had just come out with and I smiled a genuine smile. I took a step closer to her, so our bodies were nearly touching.

“Look, (Y/N). I didn’t just come here all dressed up to say hi. I’ve wanted to do this for a while now and I was wondering when the right time was to do it. I don’t do these things often, so it’s kind of weird for me. Anyway, I was wondering if you possibly, could maybe, you know, only if you want to, obviously… Uhm, what I’m trying to say is, would you, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), please, go on a date with me?”