27 Tattoos

You woke up startled. You had the dream again, that same dream about Stan and Harry. Sweat was glistening on your skin, your heart rate was quick, you were scared. It was just a dream, you think, just a dream. You turn over to see the same curly haired boy lay next to you, his mane of hair strung across his face, being blown up and down by his long breaths. You hadn’t realised until now that his arm was around your waist, quite firmly as a matter of fact. Like he didn’t want you to run away, to leave him. He was right; you were going to run away. You slowly lifted up his prying arm from around your waist, sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed, careful not to make too much movement in case Harry woke up. When your feet touched the ground you lifted them up immediately.

“Shit.” You mutter under your breath, it was cold. Harry obviously couldn’t pay for heating, you couldn’t tell whist you were in bed though, scene as Harry had engulfed you into his chest, much to your displeasure. Careful not to make a sound, you placed your feet on the floor again, adjusting to the cold flooring, and tiptoed around the room to collect your jewellery from the dresser and your shoes. Dani would kill you if she didn’t get them back. You crept out of the room and began, silently, looking for your phone. Then you remember, it’s in Harry’s jean pocket. You slowly tiptoe back into Harry’s room and look for the jeans, only to find them still on Harry.

“Oh for fucks sake.” You whisper. Of course he is still wearing the jeans. Typical. You creep over to Harry’s side of the bed and move the duvet over so his jeans are on show. Leaning over to the side furthest away from you, your fingers slip into his pocket. His eyes flutter. SHIT. You stay still, hand still inside his pocket, hoping he wouldn’t wake up to find you stealing your phone back, with your shoes on and all your possessions. He stayed silent, falling back to sleep. You let out a breath and began wiggling the phone from his jeans, carefully. Suddenly you were on the bed, face up, with Harry hovered over you.

“You know (Y/N), if you wanted to get in my pants so badly, you could of just asked.” He says with a smirk, all you can do is huff. You were so close. So freaking close to getting out of there, asking your mum to move schools and forgetting all about Harry. But no. He had to wake up, didn’t he?

“You wish.” You stated, “I was actually trying to get my phone, so I could get the hell out of here.” You spat at him, which probably wasn’t a wise move scene as he was on top of you.

“You’re right, I do wish. You have no idea about the things I want to do to that little, virgin body of yours,” He says, tracing his hands up and down your sides, you swat them away, ”Now, now (Y/N). Play nice.” He says, tutting.

“Fuck off?” You say sweetly. He laughs.

“I will have my way with you (Y/N). One way or another.” He said, smirking. You tried pushing him off but instead he rolled over. You smirked in satisfaction, thinking you had won, “You know what? I like this much better.” He smirked.

“Excuse me?” You questioned, sassily.

“Yep. I much prefer you on top.” He says winking. You push yourself off him and get off the bed, making your way into the front room. “You know, I love that dress on you.” He says in a deep, husky tone, licking his lips.

“Well, it’s all I have to wear.” You shoot back and he walks into his room and pulls out a t-shirt, joggers and boxers.

“Here,” He tosses you items, “Second door on the right, you can shower as well. Wear these.”

“They won’t fit.” You sing.

“Just try them on for fucks sake. Does everything have to be an argument?” You just ignore him and walk to the bathroom. You strip down and turn on the shower, you climb in trying to ignore the fact that Harry is probably outside the door, listening, in case you try to make another run for it. You hear the door handle opening so you turn around to reveal a completely naked Harry.

“WHAT THE FUCK HARRY!? GET OUT!” you screech, trying your best to cover yourself up. You turn around so your back is facing him, “Well, I only have a certain amount of hot water, and I need a shower too.” You could practically feel his eyes burning into the back of your arse. “Right, I’m out of here.” You half yell, repulsed at the fact that he thinks this is ok.

“Oh no, no, no.” He says and grabs your wrists pulling him into you, “You’re staying here with me.” You look up and see him smirking at you. Trying to fight out of his grip was no use.

“Why can you just leave me be?” You say, turning around again, not wanting to look at him. You feel his presence behind you, his chest pressed against your back. His hands started to move up and down your sides, caressing your hip bones. Your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn’t help but get turned on.

“Because, love. I’m Harry Styles, and Harry Styles always gets what he wants.” His breath was hot down your neck, mixing in with the steam from the shower. You felt clammy and vulnerable. You wanted him to stop, but you didn’t. You liked the way it felt, just not coming from him. Finally, you gather up enough air to speak.

“H-Harry. St-top.” You say, shakily. He half-heartedly laughs at your nervousness.

“This is your punishment for trying to run away from me, (Y/N).” You stiffen up as you feel his hard member pressed against your thigh. He was turning you on so much and on purpose, “Do I make you feel good, baby?” He whispers as he leaves sloppy kisses down your neck, the hot water from the shower running down your bodies. You whimper and feel him smirk against your skin. His hands move to the front of your thighs, grazing the insides every once in a while. You were thankful for the shower so Harry wouldn’t be able to see how turned on you actually were. Slowly his hands started to part your legs, you froze. You couldn’t let this happen, not here, not now and certainly not with him.

“Harry. Stop.” You say firmly, you turn around covering your lower regions and boobs, not wanting to give Harry a show. He still looked pretty pleased with himself though. Pushing him out of the way, you climbed out of the shower, picked up the towel and wrapped it round you, gathering the clothes Harry lent you. You open the door and turn to take one final look at Harry, to find him smirking at you. You slam the door, walk to his room and sit on the bed. You were shocked, appalled, disgusted and very, very turned on.