27 Tattoos

You walked home; Harry said he had a detention, no surprise there. Your feet were going at quite a fast pace, it was freezing as per usual. Staring at your feet, you hear a grunt coming from an alley way, ignoring it, you carry on walking.

“Fuck.” You hear someone splutter out. Cautiously you walk over to the alley, hearing thuds and moans. Peering round the side, you see a body curled up on the floor with a tall, lean figure standing over him. The tall stranger was repeatedly kicking the man in the stomach.

“You’ll remember to pay your fucking debts next time, won’t you?” The man says, is a deep, raspy tone. Harry? You knew that voice anywhere, but… It couldn’t be Harry, could it?

“H-Harry?” You whisper, it was barely audible but the stranger turned around. A mop of curls was dumped on his head, tattoos painted across his arms, neck and chest. His knuckles were covered in blood and a merciless look was on his face. It was Harry.

“(Y/N)?” He says, his expression softening once he sees you. You back away, looking at the body that was sprawled across the floor, low moans coming from them, “(Y/N).” He says again, softer this time, it came out as more of a plea. Your expression was that of shock, fear and disgust. How could he do something like that to someone?

“W-Why?” you splutter out, your eyes filling with tears.

“(Y/N) he didn’t pay off his debt, I couldn’t have just let him get away with it.” He pleads, edging closer to you as you back away. His hand reaches out for yours but you flinch away, seeing the blood on his hands.

“I-I can’t believe y-you would d-do this.” You stutter, your eyes looking up at him in horror.

“I have to; otherwise people won’t take me seriously. I have a reputation to uphold.” He states, his eyes now filled with worry, worry of losing you.

“I have to go.” You whisper, looking down.

“(Y/N), don’t.” He says, his voice breaking.

“Don’t what, Harry? I thought the stuff people said about you wasn’t true? I thought you were better than this.” You yell, your voice quieting towards the end, “It shows how much I know about you, I really do know nothing.” You whisper and look up at him with glossy eyes.

“Please. Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracks.

“What if I did? Would you beat me too!?” You spit, his expression turns from soft to harsh.

“You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be me. “ He growls, looking at you will anger-filled eyes. You were scared; you knew Harry couldn’t control his anger.

“I-m s-sorry.” You whimper, looking down as the tears roll down your cheeks. You feel 2 arms wrap around you, pulling you into them. Harry’s scent filled your lungs, the smell of drugs much stronger than usual.

“I didn’t want you seeing me like this.” He mumbles into your hair, caressing your back. He pulls back and looks you in the eyes, “Do I scare you?” He asked and your breath hitched in your throat. He did scare you. What had just happened now, what you had just witnessed, had scared you, but that wasn’t Harry.

“N-No.” You stutter, and his face softens. His thumb glides over your cheek, wiping away the tears. He looks down, his hand dropping for your face.

“I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles, looking at the blood on his knuckles. You reach for his hand, trying to ignore the blood on it.

“Everyone deserves someone who loves them.” You reply and Harry looks up, his eyes glistening.

“I love you.” He whispers, his voice barely audible, raising your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to it.

“I love you too.” You say. Hearing another moan from the guy in the alley, your eyes start to water again, “Are you not going to help him?” You ask, worried. Harry remains silent. “HARRY! YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE HIM THERE!” You yell, tears streaming down your face. Harry pulls you into a hug and strokes your hair, pulling you to him car and placing you in it. He climbs in the other side, looking at you with worried eyes. You were just staring out of the window, “Harry, I love you, but you can’t leave him there to die.” You say shakily.

“He’ll be fine. He’s had much worse.” Harry replies coldly. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He just beat someone to a pulp and he couldn’t give two shits, what an ass. You grunt, turning away from him. What if he beat you like that? He got annoyed and lashed out on you? “I’d never hurt you, (Y/N). You know that, right?” He says, as if he can read your mind. You remain silent, unsure of how to answer. Harry suddenly stops the car, “I would never hurt you. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” He says genuinely, his eyes filled with guilt. You start to cry, you had been doing that a lot recently, just bursting out into tears. You feel the car start to move but you keep your head down, crying into your knees.

The car stops and you hear Harry get out, you wait about 10 seconds before hear someone open the car door. Harry lifts you up and carry’s you bridal style, looking up you don’t see your house, you see the block of flats Harry lives in.

“Why are we here?” You mumble into his t-shirt, staining it with your mascara.

“I’m not taking you home like this; you can stay with me tonight.” He says.

Harry opens the door to his flat, walking inside and placing you down gently onto the sofa. You look up to see Harry in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and washing his hands.

“How many sugars, princess?” he asks.

“2 please.” You sniffle and he laughs sitting next to you. “Tell me something about yourself.” You blurt out, shit. How stupid did you sound? “O-only if you wan-“ You start but he cuts you off.

“What do you wanna know?” He asks, smiling.

“Family?” You say, sipping your cup of tea. His expression drops, “Harry, its fine if you don’t want to.” You say hesitantly.

“No. We are in a relationship now, I have no secrets.” He smiles half-heartedly.

“Well, my mum and dad got a divorce, my dad used to beat my mum. I’d always try and stick up for her, but he’d end up beating me too.” Harry says, his eyes dropping from yours, “That’s why I started to learn how to fight, to protect my mum. I had a younger sister too; I’d make sure she was in her room when all of this was going on. I couldn’t have her seeing it.” You look at Harry with pure horror in your eyes; you couldn’t believe he went through so much, especially to see his mother get beat. “Me, my mum and my sister left one day, we moved to London. I got involved with some really bad people there; they got me into drugs and gangs. My mum didn’t want anything to do with me, so I left. I got on the first train I could, and it ended up here. I sold drugs for money, beat people up if they didn’t pay debts or got in my way and got a name for myself.” He said looking up, tears filled his eyes.

You pull him into a hug, caressing the back of his neck. “Thank you.” He murmurs into your neck. You sit on the couch for about 20 minutes with Harry, talking about little random things and drinking your tea. Harry’s lips form a smirk.

“Since I told you something about me, you need to tell me something about you.” He says.

“Well what do you want to know?” You ask curiously.

“How far have you been with a boy, (Y/N)?” Harry asks, his voice low and raspy.

“I-I… Uh…” You trail off, not knowing what to say.

“Have you kissed a boy, other than me?” He asks, edging closer. You had kissed other boys, you kissed Charlie, your boyfriend from before your move, and it was repulsive. He basically just shoved him tongue down your throat, you shuddered at the thought.

“Y-Yes.” You stutter, you could feel Harry’s breath on your face now.

“Have you ever touched a boy before?” He smirks, his hand trailing up your thigh.

“No.” You whisper.

“Has a boy ever touched you?” He stops, just before reaching in-between your legs, his palm resting on your inner thigh.

“N-No.” You whimper and Harry mischievously smiles.

“Perfect.” He whispers, as his hand trails over your centre. You squirm at the foreign touch.

“Shhhh…” Harry sooths, his lips pressing down on your neck and his hand stays on your throbbing core. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck and on your jaw, his lips now making their way over to your sweet spot behind your ear. He kisses and sucks gently on the patch of skin, whilst stroking you through your jeans, earning a moan from you. His mouth now travels up to your ear, kissing and nibbling your ear lobe, his breath hot on you.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”