27 Tattoos

“Hello, beautiful.” Stan whispered as he rested his palm on your bum, the other moving the hair from your neck so he could get more access to it. You whimpered as his hot breath was down your neck, his lips planting slobbery, messy kisses down towards your collar bone. His hand that was rested on your bum moved around to your front, playing with the hem of your underwear.

“Mine.” Was all he said. You looked up but you didn’t see Stan’s face. You saw Harry’s. His eyes tracing over your face and body, he slowly pulls down your underwear, planting more kisses down your neck. You’re frozen with fear.

“Mine.” He whispers…

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

You shoot up out of bed. “It was just a dream.” You tell yourself, it was all just a dream. Relief washed over your body. All you can think about is Harry, his face replacing Stan’s, his hands violating you, the word he kept repeating over and over again: Mine. You shook the thoughts from your head as best as you can before your mother shouts up to you.

“(Y/N) HURRY UP! YOU’LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!” Ugh, school. Why? You think to yourself. You can’t see his face after last night, the image of him beating that guy up to a pulp flashes through your mind. The dream, well nightmare of him, was all too much. You walked over to the mirror to inspect your body; there were bruises all over it. Deep blue and purple bruises covered your thighs, bum, chest, stomach and wrists. Your neck was covered in love bites from where you had your skin sucked raw. You welled up at the sight of your body, it was hideous. Within a few days of living in Holmes Chapel, your life had turned to shit. Your mother was never home, your friends probably wouldn’t talk to you after the stunt Harry pulled in the cafeteria, you were almost raped and you saw someone lay almost dead on the floor in a pool of blood. This town is so messed up, you thought. You can’t see Harry. He is not your usual person to be socialising with. You’re not a snob it’s just, he’s trouble and everyone, including you, knows it.

School was hectic, well considering it was your second day; you didn’t expect a walk in the park. You looked down at your timetable and saw: Period 1- P.E. Shit. You weren’t really an exercisey kind of person, plus your bruises would be on show and you didn’t need any more drama. You walked down the hall in the direction of the changing rooms and banged into someone, looking up you see his face. You immediately look back down and try to maneuverer your way around him. It was no use, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

“(Y/N).” he breathed, and you could feel his stare on you.

“Harry.” You murmured, not wanting to look into his eyes. His eyes were cold last night. Full of rage, anger, regret, worry and it frightened you.

“(Y/N), look at me.” He said flatly.

“Harry, I have to go.” You whisper, finding the floor very interesting.

“Please.” He almost pleads. After your fight between Harry and you and everything that had happened last night you couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him.

“I- I can’t. Please, just let me go.” His grip on you wrist loosened and you moved around him and bumped into someone else, the blonde one. Niall, was it? He was covered in tattoos and piercings also, they all were. He stepped aside and let you past. You hurried off to P.E. hoping none of them had seen the bruises on your wrists.

As soon as you walked into the P.E. changing rooms you ran to the toilet and wrote yourself a note, excusing you from P.E. You couldn’t have people making a fuss, you’ve had enough drama to last you a lifetime. You walked out after forging your mother signature and handed it to the teacher who let you off physical activities for the lesson.

You sat on the grass banking outside, watching everyone else doing P.E. the teacher said you could have a free period because of the letter, so you just sat at the back of the field consumed in your thoughts. You didn’t even realise that someone had sat down next to you until the coughed. It made you jump and the person next to you laughed. You turned and saw El next to you.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hi.” You replied nervously, not wanting to scare off a possible friend.

“I can’t believe Harry would do that to you.” She exclaimed. Wait, does she know about last night? In the alley? How did she find out? Who would have told her? “In the cafeteria, it was a horrible move to pull. People are scared of even going near you now because of Harry.” She sighed. So she doesn’t know. I don’t want anyone to know about last night. I just want to forget.

“Yeah,” I continued “I’m going to have no friends now because of him, I don’t even know him and he’s fucked up my life.” El muffles a faint laugh.

“Well, you have me and Dani. We’re here for you and Liam is of course. Noah and Josh will be around too, so it’s not like you have no one.” She nudged me and I giggled.

“Thanks El, why are you being so nice to me?” you ask.

“Well, you know the purple haired girl, Perrie?” she questions.

“Uh yeah, I don’t know her but I’ve heard things.”

“Yeah, well we used to be best friends, me, her and Dani. That was until she caught Zayn’s eye. He dragged her off into the world off gangs, drugs and alcohol and she changed. She died her hair purple, changed her clothes, she even moved out of her parent’s house, she lives with Zayn in a grotty flat in the rough part of Holmes Chapel. He ruined her life; I just don’t want the same thing to happen to you.” Her voice cracks at the end and you pull her into a hug. “Is that really what’s going to happen to me?” You think to yourself. No, You won’t let it happen. You hate Harry. He’s nothing but trouble and you don’t want that in my life. You don’t want him in my life.

“I just don’t understand why he’s being so persistent,” you say to El, “I mean, he gets whatever girl he wants. All he wants is a whore he can shag, why can’t he just move on?” You ask El but also yourself.

“Because (Y/N), he likes your innocence.”