27 Tattoos

You’d been in Harry’s flat for just over an hour and you were going mad. It was disgusting. It smelt of drugs, smoke and alcohol, you felt sick.

“Do you ever clean up?” you question Harry who is sat on the couch across from you, watching T.V. “It’s probably stolen.” you think to yourself.

“Do you ever shut up?” He snapped back, you cowered away from him. An hour in his company made you want to take your chances jumping from the 8 storey high window. He was messy and a slob, how someone as hot as him can be such a pig is beyond you.

“Right, where is the bleach?” you ask.

“You’re not cleaning my apartment.” He says still looking at the T.V.

“Not to clean, to drink.” You reply seriously as he turns around.

“You’ve been here for an hour and you already want to kill yourself? Well, this should be a fun weekend.” He laughs, you roll your eyes and huff at him, sitting down on the other end of the couch, as far away from him as you can get. That’s when he took the opportunity to slide his arm round your waist and pull you to his side, engulfing you in his body. He smelt of smoke and drugs, it was disgusting. You tried fighting your way out of his reach but you failed, he leaned over and said.

“You promised you’d do whatever I said. Now I want to cuddle with you.” He smiled. Cuddle? With Harry Styles? Was he serious or just fucking with me, you thought.

“Since when did Harry Styles cuddle?” you replied with one eyebrow raised.

“Harry Styles doesn’t, but Harry does.” He replied with a grin, you falsely smiled back. You really didn’t like Harry but making him think that you did would make this weekend got a lot smoother. How could he think that he could basically kidnap you? He was seriously messed up in the head, I could get him arrested for this, you think to yourself, it’s not like he hasn’t been arrested before. According to Chelsea in your French class, Harry had been arrested for drug abuse, violent acts and theft. Definitely not someone you wanted to be socialising with. Interrupting your thoughts, Harry spoke up, even though it was barely audible.

“You look really pretty tonight, (Y/N).” he snuggled up closer to you and you fought the urge to push him away. Him being this close to you made you feel sick. You couldn’t stand this boy, yet you were snuggled up on a couch with him. Speaking of, this couch was probably stolen too, you smirk at yourself. His curly mane was tickling your face and made you sneeze, Harry just looked at you and laughed.

“What the fuck was that?!” He said between laughs, you just sat there awkwardly, you felt uncomfortable in his presence. “What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Harry asked.

“You’ve basically kidnapped me and you’re seriously asking me what’s wrong?” you replied shaking your head.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so uptight you’d enjoy yourself!” His voice raising by the second.

“Well maybe if some physco hadn’t gone and knocked one of my friends out, kidnapped me, yelled at me, then cuddled me like nothing was wrong, I wouldn’t be so fucking uptight!”

You half yelled, getting angrier by the minute.

“IF I HADN’T KNOCKED HIM OUT, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN GRINDING AGAISNT YOU ALL NIGHT FEELING YOU UP!” Harry roared.

“WELL, I WOULD HAVE TAKEN THAT OVER STAYING HERE WITH YOU FOR THE WEEKEND, YOU MAKE ME SICK!” You yelled back, just as loud. Harry walked over to you, anger boiling up inside him.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say?” He says through gritted teeth.

“You make me sick.” You spat at him, all of a sudden you hear a loud crack near the side of your head. Harry punches a hole through the wall in his sudden outburst of anger, his expression cold. He drags you down the hall to a room and throws you in it.

“Stay, or you’ll regret it.” He growled and slammed the door shut. You looked around and saw clothes hung over chairs and thrown across the bed, shoes cluttered the floor and stretchers, nose rings and such other jewellery were scattered on the chest-of-draws. You make your way over to the bed and took off your shoes; you pulled back the duvet and got in bed in your dress from earlier tonight. Laying your head back on the pillow, you cried. You just cried and cried for god knows how long until you fell asleep, dreaming of the curly haired boy.

*Louis P.O.V*

I sat down at my kitchen table and dialled Harry’s number for the 9th time tonight, he was my best mate and all but fuck me, he had a temper. It got to the 7th ring and I was about to hang up when I heard his deep voice through the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hey Harry, its Lou.” I replied cheerily down the phone.

“I do have caller I.D. Lou.” Harry said, no doubt smirking through the phone.

“You’re such a twat Harold Edward Styles,” I laughed, he hated it when I called him that. “So Harry babes, how’s project (Y/N) going?” I asked enthusiastically, me and Harry have this special relationship, were more than friends, but were not like in love or anything. I guess you could call it a bromance.

“Shit.” He replied, sounding upset. “She’s been here a couple of hours and we’ve fought twice, there’s a hole in the wall and she is currently crying herself to sleep.”

“Mate, you’re going through a lot of hassle for shag. Why not just drop this chick and move on?” I replied, trying to lift Harry’s spirits.

“Have you seen how hot she is though? It takes all my will power not to just push her up to the steadiest thing I can find and fuck her.” I sighed.

“Mate, I’ll be over in 10.” I replied and put down the phone.

Waiting outside Harry’s door, he swung it open and engulfed me in a hug. I laughed.

“You’re really that horny?” I said with a wink.

“Shut up you twat.” He laughed and sat down on the couch as I shut the door. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out 2 beers, opened them and sat next to Harry who was watching T.V. Handing him the bottle I asked.

“So what’s up with (Y/N)?” he looked down.

“She hates me, she say’s I make her sick. I don’t know what I’ve done to make her hate me so much; I mean I saved her from getting raped for fucks sake.” His voice rising.

“Calm down Harry, she’ll come through, don’t worry. You’ll get your shag.” He just laughed, “So can I see her?” I asked, he nodded and walked to his room and opened the door.

(Y/N) was under the covers, still in her dress from earlier tonight, I mean fuck me, she looked good. I obviously wasn’t going to tell that Harry though, he doesn’t like people messing around with his fuck buddies. Whilst I was thinking about how hot (Y/N) looked I didn’t realise that Harry was sat beside her, wiping the dry tears off her face with a damp cloth and placing it on her head. The look on his face was a look I hardly ever see on him: worry. Why was he worried? Worried he wouldn’t get a shag off her? That’s stupid, he could get one of anyone he wanted, why her? Then it hit me. He liked her.

“Do you think she’ll be alright Lou? She has a bit of a temperature.” He asked, panic in his voice.

“She’ll be fine Haz. What are you doing?” I questioned him, he looked up at me confused. “You don’t just want to fuck this girl, Haz. You’re getting too attached.” Harry looked up at me from his position beside the sleeping (Y/N). “You need to stop this, Harry. Before you end up falling.” I warned him. He shook his head and looked at her.

“I think I already have.”