27 Tattoos

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

She looked at me with a shocked expression, as if I’d just killed a member of her family. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, Harry.” She whispered, looking down. Why wasn’t she even giving me a chance? “I have to go in now, goodnight Harry.” She said, turning around and opening the door. That’s when I slammed it shut and pressed my body against hers, so we were resting on the door.

“Why?” I simply asked, she didn’t reply, all she did was look down. “Why won’t you even give me a chance, (Y/N)? Niall asked you out and you barely knew him, that didn’t stop you from saying yes. Why won’t you even give me a chance to prove that I’m not the guy everyone says I am? Why?” I pleaded, lifting her chin up and looking into her eyes. Avoiding my gaze, she replied.

“Harry, it won’t work, just let me go-“ I interrupted her.

“One chance. Just give me this one date to prove to you. Afterwards we can go back to whatever this is, just please.” She looked down and muttered a “fine” whilst pushing me away from her.

“When is this date?” She asked.

“Now.” I said with a smirk on my face. All she did was sigh and open the door.

“Wait here. I’m going to get dressed. Please be quiet.” She shot me a concerning look.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” And with that she shut the door in my face. I’d say that went pretty well.

She emerged from the house about 20 minutes later, in jeans, a baggy jumper and white converse. Her hair was cascaded down her back in waves and she had little make-up. It was amazing how she could put in so little effort and still look so breath-taking. Opening the car door, she sat down next to me in the passenger’s side and slammed the door shut, looking straight ahead.

“I don’t have all night.” She said flatly, fastening her seatbelt. Well this is going to be a fun night.

*End of Harry’s P.O.V*

You had been driving for about 20 minutes and you were fed up. You didn’t want to go on this date, it was late at night and you really just couldn’t be arsed. You had gotten too close for comfort to Harry, and you didn’t want to get any closer than you already were. Everyone had warned you about Harry, but you still managed to end up in a car, driving god knows where, with him.

“Where are we going?” You cautiously ask, as you realise that there are no buildings or even proper roads for that matter.

“It’s a surprise.” Harry whispered, looking ahead, a smirk spreading across his face.

“Is this the part where you take me into a forest and kill me?” You joke.

“Shit. You caught me.” He said laughing. About 5 minutes later, the car stopped, “Here we are.” Harry said proudly.

“We are in the middle of nowhere.” You said, raising your eyebrows. He just shots you a smile and hops out the car, opening your door and gesturing for you to get out. You take his hand and he pulls you out of the car.

“Well, c’mon.” he say, tugging you. You pull your hand away from his; he looks hurt, “Am I really that bad?” He asks, regret washing over his face.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You say, walking past him into the forest. You can hear him running behind you to try and catch you up; he appears next to you, his pace matching yours.

“Do you trust me?” He asks and you stop, turning to face him. His face lit up in the moonlight, all his features were intensified, making him look beautiful. Harry had many faults, but somehow you trusted him. You felt oddly safe in his presence; it scared you how much you trusted him, even after what he’s done.

“Y-Yes.” You stutter, looking up at him.

“Good, give me your hand.” He hold out his huge hand, palm up. Slowly, you place your hand in his and he immediately responds by entwining your fingers. “Close your eyes.” He whispers.

“Harry, I-“

“Just do it.” He says soothingly. Reluctantly you shut your eyes and Harry starts to lead you through the forest, guiding you and telling you when to step and duck. You suddenly come to a halt, feeling Harry’s presence leave you, you start to panic.

“Harry?!” You half yell, half whisper in a panic.

“I’m here, (Y/N). I won’t leave you. Trust me.”

“I do.” You whisper, your voice shaking.

“Open your eyes.” You hear him say from behind you, you’re scared to see what is there. You’re scared that you’ll hate what is there, but you’re terrified that you’ll love it. Slowly, you open your eyes and your breath hitches in your throat. You’re stood in a little creek, a calm river flowing just a few metres away from you, trees tangled together, forming a sort of roof over the secluded area. Fairly lights were hung on the branches and over the bushes, lanterns were placed on the floor, lighting a pathway. Following the trail of fairy lights and lanterns you see a tent made of blankets and various materials, they were flung over the branches of smaller trees to create a sort of den. You were speechless. Walking up to the tent, you pull back one of the blankets and crouch to fit down. The floor was covered in duvets and pillows; a picnic basket was in the middle of the space with a CD player next to it. I couldn’t believe that he would do this, why would he put in so much effort.

“D-Do you… uhm… Like it?” Harry stutters, his hand scratching the back of his neck as he looks at the ground, kicking the rubble beneath his huge feet.

“It’s perfect.” You whisper, his gaze catching yours, his smile growing.

“Really?” He asks, his face lit up.

“Really.” You smile. He walks over to where you’re stood, lifting the fabric and gesturing for you to step inside. Crawling in, you sit on the comfy duvet as Harry’s head pokes through and he takes a seat opposite you. Opening the picnic basket, he pulls out a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries and champagne, this must of cost him a lot, you think.

“Harry, you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble.” You say as he opens the bottle with ease, lifting a glass up and pouring the bubbling liquid into it.

“I wanted it to be special.” He said simply, as if it was no big deal.

“Thank you.” You whisper quietly, his eyes dart up and meet yours. Without all the piercings in his face, his expression looked softer, not as harsh as usual.

“Harry, why did you take your piercings out?” You asked as he handed you a glass of champagne.

“I thought you’d like me better.” He muttered, his gaze now focused on his drink.

“I like your tattoos and piercings.” Shit. You weren’t meant to say that out loud. A crimson shade was now creeping on your cheeks as Harry smirked.

“Oh, really?” He said, a playful glint in his eyes.

“N-No, I… Uhm…” You trailed off and pressed the glass to your lips, the cold liquid gliding down your burning throat.

“You want to know what I think?” Harry says, a smirk still playing on his lips as he presses play on the CD player and grabs your arm, lifting up the blankets, and pulling you outside. Free Fallin’ by John Mayer started playing from inside the tent and Harry pulled you in closer, his palm pressed against the small of your back, pressing your body to his. He leant down, his hot breath against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I think that you like me much more than you care you admit.” Your breaths were coming out short and fast, his lips grazing over your neck, peppering the exposed skin with kisses. “Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” He whispers into your ears.

“N-No.” You breathe, trying to keep your composure. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised, and a mischievous smile on his lips.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” He mutters, lowering his head back down to your neck. You feel his soft lips against your inflamed skin, sucking on the exposed flesh; you could feel the blood rising to the surface. Wincing at the pain but not telling him to stop. It was a weird sort of pain; it hurt yet it was pleasurable. His teeth grazed over the sensitive area, nipping and tugging on it, causing you to draw in a breath. You then felt him blow on the raw skin, you hissed in pain as his gave it one last kiss.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, admiring his work. He then removed his hand from your back, getting rid of the only support you had, you felt dazed over what just happened and your senses were all over the place.

“C’mon love. I told you I want to make a good impression with your mum, and that won’t happen if your back home late.” He says smirking, his eyes tracing over your neck. “Good luck covering that up.”