27 Tattoos

“C’mon, (Y/N).” Harry says, dragging you along. Walking up to an old warehouse, you hear music blasting and you can smell drugs.

“Harry, where are we going?” You ask nervously, walking incredibly close to him.

“We, my dear, are going to a real party.” Harry smirks, pulling you in closer and draping his arm over your shoulder, “Stay close, love.” He whispers as you near the ancient venue. Knocking on the door, a piece of wood is pulled away, revealing a pair of eyes. They scan Harry’s body, replace the wood and open the door.

“HARRY! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE HERE!” The boy said, pulling Harry in for a hug, patting him on the back.

“Well, I have nothing better to do.” Harry laughs as the boy joins in.

“And who is this?” he asks, peering round Harry and staring at you.

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N)?” Harry says, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. The boy looks taken aback.

“Girlfriend?” He questions, his expression full of shock, Harry simply nods as the boy’s face is filled with confusion. He steps aside, staring at you as if you were a zoo animal, letting you and Harry into the warehouse. There isn’t as many people as you thought there would be, only about 100, and considering the enormity of the venue, it didn’t look like a lot.

“There are some people I want you to meet.” Harry mumbles into your ear, pulling you over towards a group of about 7. When you near the group, all eyes are on you, confusion washed over their faces.

“Y’arite Harry?!” A boy shouts as you near them.

“I’m good Tom, you?” Harry replies calmly as you stand in the circle that had formed.

“Yeah I’m fine…” He trails off, staring at you.

“Mate, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stare at my girlfriend.” Harry says sternly, his fists clenching.

“Your what?!” A blonde haired girl asks, obviously shocked at Harry’s statement.

“My girlfriend. Guys, this is (Y/N).” He says, gesturing towards you, kissing you on the temple as you cuddle further into his side.

“Hi.” You mutter, looking around at everyone’s shocked faces. They were all so surprised that Harry had a girlfriend. He was obviously that guy, the one that has a billion girls strung along for sex whenever he wants it.

“I’m going to go outside for a bit, stay here with the girls, yeah?” Harry asks, pulling out cigarettes from his back pocket.

“Harry…” You plead. You didn’t like him smoking; especially now you were together.

“Just one. I promise.” He leans down, his face inches from your.

“Fine.” You mutter and he kisses your nose.

“I’ll be back soon, princess.” He says, placing one last kiss on the top of your head before following the boys outside. Turning around, you see the girls staring at you.

“How did you do it?!” One of them asks you.

“Excuse me?” You say, not understanding the question.

“How did you get Harry to ask you out?! I’ve fucked him before but I mean, we never went out.” You shuffle on the spot, uncomfortable by the girls statement.

“Stacey, haven’t we all been there?” The blonde laughs, the other girls laughing with her.

“I don’t understand…” You trail off, looking at the blonde haired girl.

“(Y/N), is it?” You nod and she continues.

“Well (Y/N), we’d be lying if we said we hadn’t had a go under the covers with Curly.” She laughs and your expression drops. Not wanting to seem uptight, you put on a fake smile and laugh coldly,

“Really? All of you?” You say, trying to mask your jealousy. “Yup. And not just once.” A girl with fiery red hair pipes in, laughing. The blonde’s expression fades.

“Aw, did you not know about all the girls Harry’s slept with?” She fake pouts, mocking you.

“Uhm, yeah.” You murmur, looking down at the floor.

“Oh good! Then you’ll know he’s been with every girl in this room at least once.” She says, a smirk playing on her face. Looking around you see about 15-20 girls, was she serious? She could just be winding you up, she was probably just jealous. It pissed you off anyhow; you remained silent whilst the girl talked about their experiences with Harry.

“Holy shit. I’ve never had anything like it. It was out of this world.” The red head says, a brunette agreeing with her.

“Best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.” The blonde says smugly, just loud enough for you to hear. As if on cue, a mass of curls walks through the door, his eyes reaching yours and a smile spreading across his face. He jogs over to you, kissing you on the cheek. You flinch away from his gesture, leaving Harry puzzled. He leans down.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You are so annoyed, 15 fucking girls?! There was probably more as well, not every single one of his one-night-stands could be at the same party.

“Nothing, I just don’t feel good.” You murmur, “I think I’m gonna head home.” You state loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Aw, you just got here.” The blonde girl, who was too much of a basic bitch for you to even learn her name, pouts.

“Yeah, well I’m just leaving.” You spit back, you were in a less than tolerant mood.

“Oh, I’ll take you home then.” Harry says, turning around.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I can walk back. You enjoy yourself.” You say coldly, spinning on your heel and storming out of the door, the girls laughing at you.

“Someone isn’t getting any tonight.” You open the door and walk out, Harry running behind you,

“(Y/N)?! WAIT!” He shouts, and you ignore him. Catching up to you, he spins you around to face him, your eyes drop to the floor, not wanting to look at him.

“What’s wrong? Is it because of the cigarette?” He asks, panic clear in his tone.

“No, it’s not. Why don’t you ask one of those girls in there what’s wrong. Apparently you’re pretty fucking close with all of them.” You hiss, turning around again, Harry gripping onto your sides and pulling you back.

“(Y/N)…” He trails off; you look up at him, his eyes filled with regret.

“So it is true. You have fucked every girl in there.” You laugh coldly, looking up at him. “That’s why everyone was studying me like I was some animal, because you’ve never had a proper girlfriend. You just fuck people then leave.” You spit, looking into his eyes.

“Right, fine. I was like that. You’re right; I’ve never had a real girlfriend. That’s because I don’t like other girls like I like you. I did used to be they guys who only had a string of one night stands, but I’m not like that anymore. What happened to our deal?” Harry asked, his face softening.

“What deal?” You ask, confused to what he was hinting at.

“Our deal. When we were outside your house and you said you’d wipe the slate clean. Judge me for me, not my past or what others said. Why can’t you accept that was in my past, that’s not me anymore?” He pleads, your eyes filling up with tears.

“How do I know that? How do I know you won’t go back to being that guy? Go back to fucking girl then leaving them? How do I know that as soon as someone better comes along, you’ll leave me?" You cry, Harry’s eyes also filling up. Was he crying? He can’t be. He shakes his head, biting his lip and looks at you in the eyes/

“Why can’t you see how much I care about you, (Y/N)? Why can’t you see that all I want is you?”