27 Tattoos

You were in bed, in nothing but your underwear with Harry, who was also only in his boxers, cuddled up under the covers. Your clothes were flung across the room and drink bottles were on the counter. Your mother never swore so this shit was serious.

“It’s uhm… Not what it looks like?” You say, your stamen coming out as more of a question.

“You are lay in bed, in only your underwear with a boy. What am I supposed to think, (Y/N)?!” She spits, “You.” She says coldly and points at Harry, “I don’t want you anywhere near my daughter! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” She yells, picking up Harry’s clothes and throwing them at him as he scrambled out of the bed.

“Miss (Y/L/N)… It’s not; it’s not what it looks like.” Harry stutters.

“Why are you still here?!” She growls, pushing him out of the door, she was testing Harry’s patience and you could tell. You grabbed the nearest jacket you could find, which was conveniently Harry’s, and ran downstairs just in time to see Harry walking down the drive. Your mother was stood against the doorframe, giving Harry a death glare, when she turned around to look at me.

“I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T WANT YOU NEAR THAT BOY!” She shouts, Harry turning around to look at you. Ignoring your mother comment, you shout after Harry.

“YOU FORGOT YOUR JACKET!” he just smirks before yelling back.

“KEEP IT, IT LOOKS GOOD ON YOU. NOT AS GOOD AS YOU UNDERNEATH ME, MOANING MY NAME, BUT GOOD.” He then hops into his car and speeds off, laughing. For fucks sake. Why did he have to make everything difficult? Turning around you see your mother who was now white with rage.

“Get inside.” She says calmly, well, this isn’t going to go well. You walk inside; your head hung low, remembering you were only in your underwear and Harry’s jacket, you felt incredibly uncomfortable. “I told you not to go near that boy, (Y/N). You shouldn’t mix with his kind, you’ll get into trouble. I only want what’s best for you; I don’t want to see you hurt. I know his kind; they drag girls along, have sex with them, and then leave. I told you to stay away and now, here you are, attached.” She says, walking towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t know him.” You whisper, moving away from your mothers touch.

“Oh, and I suppose you do?” She laughs, “Has he told you about his past? About his family? About what he does to make money?” You remain silent, Harry hasn’t told you anything. He never said anything about himself, yet, he knew everything about you.

“He just likes to keep to himself.” You say, looking down.

“So you don’t know anything? He could be off out seeing a different girl every night, (Y/N)! Don’t be so naive!” She states, her voice getting harsher.

“He wouldn’t do that.” You say, your head remaining down, “Do you like him, (Y/N)? Do you really like him? Love him?” You flinch at the word ‘love’. Your dad used to say it to your mother all the time, even when he was cheating on her. You felt sorry for her, the things she must be going through are terrible but she is blaming Harry for your father’s mistakes.

“Just because father did that to you, doesn’t mean Harry will do it to me. Harry isn’t father.” You spit, looking up you see your mother, tears in her eyes, “Mother, I-“ You start but she cuts you off.

“Go upstairs. You will not see that boy. You will not text him; you will not even look at him. You are only allowed out when you’re with me. You’ve changed, (Y/N). You used to be so polite and well mannered. He’s changed you.” She says, not even looking at you,

“It’s funny because I’m a much better person now than I ever was.” You state, walking up the stairs. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, it was Harry.

(Y/N) im so sorry!! I didnt mean to piss of your mum she was just pushing my buttons - Harry x

Well, I’m not allowed out anymore. I’m not allowed to see you either. Well done. – (Y/N) xx

C’mon! its not like I did it on purpose! You had just as much to do with it as me!!- Harry x

I’m not the one who told my mother that I liked seeing me underneath you moaning your name, you’re such a twat. – (Y/N) xx

Ofcourse, its never your fault is it? Its always someone elses. God, your so naïve (Y/N). – Harry x

If you’re just going to be a dick, then why bother texting me in the first place? – (Y/N) xx

YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED IT FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!! I FUCKING APOLOGIZED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!?! – Harry x

Just fuck off Harry. I don’t need your shit right now. In fact, even if I did want to be involved with your shit, I couldn’t. – (Y/N) xx

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!- Harry x

It means you tell me fuck all! I know nothing about you and you know everything about me!! I have no idea what we even are anymore! Are we friends? Are we together? I have no idea because you keep me out of your life!!- (Y/N) xx

I keep you out of my life to protect you! Why can’t you see that everything I do is to help you? – Harry x

Just leave it Harry; I can’t see you anymore anyway. – (Y/N) xx

Seriously?! After everything you’re just going to give up on us? – Harry x

What us?! There is no us!! – (Y/N) xx

You waited for a reply. You waited hours, sat in your room waiting. So, what had happened with you and Harry? You couldn’t have broken up; you were never really together, were you? Whatever, you didn’t care. At least that’s what you told yourself. You found yourself checking your phone every 5 minutes, waiting for a reply. When you didn’t get one, you wanted to text him. You wanted to apologize for being such a bitch. You were back to square 1: hating each other. That’s when you realized, you did like Harry. You still do. Fuck, you messed this up. What about school tomorrow? Is he going to humiliate you? Shit. You started to cry, you’d been doing a lot of crying recently, you didn’t know why.

You got up from your desk, stripping off and walking into the bathroom, you think about when you brought Harry in here after he had that fight with Niall. He was sticking up for you; he didn’t want anyone hurting you. You remember how close you were to kissing him, his face inches from yours- stop. You need to stop. You turn the shower on, stepping in it and letting the water roam over your body, and your mind drifts to the time you were in the shower at Harry’s. His hands tracing up and down your sides, his lips placing messy kisses down your neck, to your collarbone. His erection pressed against your thigh, turning you on. Without realising your hand travelled down your body, thinking of Harry’s perfectly curved lips, his luscious curly, tattoos an- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?! You quickly turn the shower off and dry yourself off, putting on your pyjamas and climbing into bed. You need to forget about Harry, think about anything else. Saying that, you went to sleep with the inked beauty on your mind.