27 Tattoos

It was 10 p.m. on Saturday and the word about your ‘party’ got out. There was at least 100 people here and they party had only just begun.

“For fucks sake.” You murmur to yourself, downing another shot. You had to break into your mothers alcohol supply so that you could satisfy everyone; they all got restless when you ran out of the first few crates of beer and cider, scene as you only planned for about 6 people to come.

Pushing your way through sweaty bodies and couples grinding on each other, you looked for El and Dani but no luck. You couldn’t find either of them. Dani and Liam were most probably in your room, fucking, right now. Oh what a Lovely thought, you think to yourself. All of a sudden you were tackled from behind, you turned around still in shock to see a pink haired female hugging you.

“PERRIE?!” You shout over the music, she looks up smiling.

“HI!” She yells, what had that girl done to her hair now? It did suit her to be honest, a lot more than the purple.

“I LOVE YOUR HAIR!” You yell, shooting her a wink.

“REALLY?” she replies, fiddling with the dark pink dip-dye at the bottom of her hair, it was lighter pink towards the top. You give her a nod and she pulls you to the kitchen, pouring out some drinks,

“Sick party you’re throwing, (Y/N)!” She laughs, handing you your drink. You take a sip, holy shit that’s strong.

“Fuck me, Perrie. What the fuck is in this?” You ask laughing,

“The only person Perrie will be fucking is me.” You hear a voice from behind you.

“Oh Zayn, are you sure about that?” You say smirking.

“Extremely.” He replies, walking over to Perrie and hugging her from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“Sorry, Perrie. Our les sesh is going to have to wait.” You say with a wink, Zayn and Perrie laughing,

“Damn.” She replies, earning a laugh off Zayn. You were so busy having a conversation with Zayn and Perrie that you didn’t realise that someone was behind you, you feel arms wrap around your waist.

“You look amazing.” He whispered into your ear, turning around you see that familiar head of curls,

“Who invited you?” You ask, your eyebrows raised.

“C’mon, (Y/N). Play nice, we have been on a date.” He winks.

“You practically forced me.” You retort. He laughs and places his hand on your neck, moving the hair that was covering it.

“You also have this.” He murmurs, leaning down and pressing his lips to your mark, giving you goose bumps. You felt incredibly exposed in your dress; you only bought it today when you went out shopping with Dani and El, them insisting you to buy it. They said “Show Harry what he’s missing.” You really regret it now, considering Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you. Your shoes were new too, that probably being the reason you couldn’t walk in them, another factor towards that is that you were pretty drunk by this stage.

“Harry, fuck off.” You say, pushing him away and grabbing your drink, making a b-line for the living room. What. A. Prick.

*Harry’s P.O.V*

I stood there as she pushed me away, staring at her in disbelief.

“Mate, don’t worry about it. She’ll come around and you’ll get your shag.” Zayn says laughing, holding Perrie in his arms.

“Zayn, I like her. I don’t just want a shag.” I say, looking down at my feet, “Really?” Him and Perrie ask in unison, I just nod my head in reply.

“She doesn’t even like me; I’m fucking tired of not knowing how she feels.” I say, looking up a Zayn who had a smirk on his face.

“Make her jealous.” He says, a triumphant look on his face.

“What?” I ask, what the fuck does he even mean?

“I said, make her jealous. Start flirting with another girl, you know. Get all touchy feely and shit when (Y/N) is around. If she gets jealous, it means she cares.” Zayn said, kissing Perrie on the lips.

“You fucking genius. Thanks mate.” I say and go and look for (Y/N). I see her on the couch, casually talking to Josh. That’s that little prick who tried to stand up for the dick that was grinding on (Y/N). My fists clenched, anger boiling up inside of me, that’s when I remembered the plan. I looked round for an easy girl, one with a ton of make-up and a really tight dress, bingo. I stare at her as she looks up, making eye contact with me. Mouthing ‘come here’ she walks over to me, as she gets closer I can see the drastic amount of make-up she has on, she makes me feel sick.

“Hey babe.” I whisper, pulling her body closer to mine, my crotch grinding against her arse. I press sloppy kisses on her neck, sucking on the exposed skin, fuck. This was going to leave a mark and to be honest; I didn’t really give a shit. All I cared about was (Y/N). I glanced over at her to see her staring at me and this girl dancing, she looked shocked and… Hurt? It can’t have been. I looked up at her, my eyes locking with hers and she quickly looked away, excusing herself to Josh before getting up and leaving. I stopped grinding on the girl and pushed her away, not caring about whoever the hell she was.

Running through the house, I reached the front door, swinging it open and looking on the porch, nothing. I was about to shut the door when I see a tiny figure walking down the street, shit. We all know what happened last time she walked around here by herself. I debated calling her name, but then decided to just follow her and see where she was headed. Why the fuck did she freak out like that? Maybe she does care…

*End of Harry’s P.O.V*

You were walking down the street, stumbling a few times because of all the alcohol in your system. Tears were welling up in your eyes, why did you care? You told yourself so many times that you hated Harry, that you didn’t care about him, so why did seeing him with someone else make you freak out? When you saw him grinding on that girl, kissing her neck, you just snapped. Your chest hurt and your throat blocked up, making it hard to breathe. You told Josh that you were going to get some air because you felt sick, when the truth was, you didn’t want Harry to see you crying. Shit, now you had tears running down your face. It was so weird, all this time thinking that you didn’t like Harry, then seeing him with someone else make you do this? Maybe you were tired? Yeah, that’s it. You were tired, and drunk. That is the only reasonable explanation for this. Walking around you come across a small park, you take off your shoes and stroll over to it. The gate was locked, shit. Looking round, you see a small gap in the fence and you squeeze through it, patting down your dress once you were inside. Not too far away, you see 2 swings hanging from a huge tree; you shuffle over to them and sit down, closing your eyes and talking deep breaths. The tears had calmed down now, a few slipping out here and there, but nothing too drastic. You hear a shuffling behind you and urn around in a panic, only to see him.

“What do you want, Harry?” You ask harshly, not caring how he feels.

“I want to know why you’re here by yourself.” He says, sitting down on the swing next to you.

“Well, I’m not here alone. You’re here too, dipshit.” You say flatly, he laughs softly.

“Fine, I want to know why you’re not at your party.” He says, you could feel his gaze on you.

“I don’t feel well, it got too crowded.” You mutter, keeping your head down, not wanting Harry to see your tears. “Why aren’t you at my party? Don’t you have some whore to fuck?” You say, instantly regretting your words. Shit, now he’ll know you were jealous.

“Am I sensing jealously?” He asks, humour thick in his voice.

“Fuck off, Harry. You know why I left, so why follow me here and gloat about it?” You spit, looking up at him.

“I wanted to believe it.” He mutters.

“Excuse me?” you say, looking into his eyes. He gets up off the swing and walks over to you, kneeling down and placing his hand on your cheek.

“Have you been crying?” He whispers; regret washing over his face.

“No.” You murmur, looking down as another tear runs down your face. Harry’s thumb wipes under your eyes, stroking your cheek bone.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He says, his voice breaking at the end. You look up at him, your vision blurry due to the tears.

“That’s the thing though, Harry. You don’t mean to hurt me, yet I always end up broken.”