27 Tattoos

*Perrie’s P.O.V*

I was sat on Lou’s couch with the laptop on my lap, watching Niall, Zayn and Lou getting set up for the party. I was in charge of the playlist for tonight and as there was going to be a variety of people going, I had no clue what kind of music they wanted.

“Uh, Zayn? What kind of music do people want for the party?” I asked.

“Whatever you want will be perfect, baby.” He replied, kissing me gently on the cheek. Zayn was an amazing boyfriend, yeah; he had his outbursts but the good outweighed the bad. Everyone thought that I’m only staying with Zayn because I’m scared of him, but that isn’t true. I love him. People think I’ve ruined my life but I’m much happier now than I ever was at home. I miss my friends though: El, Dani, Liam, Josh and Noah. They won’t talk to me now I hang around with Zayn and his friends, I mean why would they? I hung around with the trouble makers, the people that everyone knew would end up in jail, why would they even give me a second glance? My image had completely changed. I used to have blonde hair and wear pretty, floral dresses. Now my hair is purple, I have tattoos and piercings, I wear black make up, ripped jeans and band t-shirts that are 10 sizes too big. I never changed for Zayn, I changed for myself. I feel more myself now, than I ever did. They just didn’t care, I was their best friend and they didn’t even come up to me and ask me how everything was. They just left me. That’s why I was so thankful to see (Y/N). She gave me looks of sympathy and even talked to me, she would smile at me as well. She was such a nice girl, too nice for Harry anyway. All he wanted was a shag off her, he made me sick. I can’t believe he would even take her from that party and keep her hostage in his grotty apartment. I feel so sorry for her. At least I got time to adjust; she’s been thrown into this situation. She should be here any minute with Harry now anyway, it’s nearly half 8-

“BOO BEAR!” Harry’s voice rang through the house, he turned a corner and spotted Lou, running up and jumping onto him. Harry was dressed in black skinny jeans, a white V-neck and a black blazer, along with that were his signature necklaces of course. He looked hot, he was an ass, but he looked hot.

“Perrie, (Y/N) is at mine; could you pick her up and lend her something from your wardrobe, pleaseeeeeee?” Harry asked, placing both hands under his chin and tilting his head to the side. Even will all the piercing and tattoos, Harry looked adorable when he did that.

“Ugh, fine.” I huffed and got off the sofa, grabbing Zayn’s car keys.

Me and (Y/N) were not at mine and Zayn’s apartment, looking through clothes for her to wear. When suddenly she just burst out into tears, shit. I rushed over to her and cradled her in my arms, stroking her hair and soothing her.

“What’s wrong, hun?” I asked her, she stopped crying and sat up, her eyes red and puffy.

“I-I hate this. I hate being around him. He is just a monster and I just, I just hate him.” She whispered; a few tears escaping her blood shot eyes. Harry was a dick, but Zayn said that he was different towards (Y/N); obviously very different otherwise he would have been in and out of her pants right by now.

“(Y/N), I have an idea.” I say to her, her eyes light up. “Let’s flip the odds in your favour, let’s show Harry what he’s missing.” I say with a smirk, (Y/N) matching it.

*Harry’s P.O.V*

Where the fuck was Perrie and (Y/N)?! What if Perrie took her home? She wouldn’t do that, would she? She better fucking not. Anger was beginning to bubble up inside me; more and more people were getting here and still no sign of either of them. Then I see Perrie walk over to Zayn and give him a kiss, I storm over to her and pull Zayn away.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS (Y/N)?!” I shout over the music, Perrie just points to a girl standing at the kitchen table pouring herself a drink. Her long, straight hair is messily cascaded down her back; her long legs looked even longer and much slimmer in the black spiked heels she was wearing. The dress she had on fanned out a couple of centimetres from her bum and the top half fit her curves perfectly, she turned around and she had bright red lipstick with a smokey, black eyes. Her cheekbones were dominant and her messy hair fell perfectly around her face. For a moment I couldn’t believe that I was looking a (Y/N), she looked so different, so sexy. I’d not seen this side to her before, sure at the party last night she was dressed up but not like this. My mouth went dry from just looking at her, oh the things I could do to her. If I could I would take her right here and right now with nothing but those spiked heels on, fuck. She looked me in the eyes whilst she was drinking her drink; once she was done she licked her lips clean, the red lipstick as vibrant as ever. She started to make her way over here; I smirked knowing she couldn’t ignore me for that long. That’s when she brushed past me, walking over to Zayn and Perrie. So, she was trying me play me at my own game? I liked that.

*End of Harry’s P.O.V*

You were sat on the couch about 2 hours into the party when Louis came and sat next to you.

“HEY (Y/NNNNNN).” He sang, you laughed at how drunk he was.

“Hey, Louis.” “Please, call me Lou.” He beamed and you smiled back, that’s when you smelt the weirdest thing. You turned around and saw a couple of people huddled in the corner of the room, that’s when a curly head popped out of the crowd, holding what looked like a cigarette.

“Lou, do you want some mate?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, bring it over here Hazza.” Louis said, making grabbing actions in the air. Harry took one last drag before handing it to Lou, who immediately responded by putting the cigarette to his mouth before looking at you.

“Do you want some?” Louis asked.

“Uh no, I don’t smoke.” You replied, palms sweating and your heart pounding. You couldn’t smoke, what if you got addicted. Then you hear Harry’s laugh.

“It’s not a cigarette, (Y/N). It’s pot.” You gulp. Great, drugs. That’s even worse, Harry takes the spliff off Lou and gestures for you to take it, and you shake your head not wanting to get caught up in this kind of stuff.

“Oh I get it, you’re scared?” Harry says, a smirk plasters on his face.

“N-no I’m not.” You reply, your words faltering.

“Anyway, you’re going to try it. You said you’d do whatever I said and I want you to try this.” He says sternly.

“I would have done it anyway.” You mutter, taking the spliff off Harry. You bring it up to your lips and take a drag, not wanting to seem scared in front of these people. You could feel it clogging up your insides and couldn’t help but cough and splutter, Harry started to rub your back, you felt comforted yet awkward at the same time. Harry was clearly high, as were most of the people in this room right now. You felt sick, where was Perrie? You hadn’t seen her all night, she was probably off with Zayn doing god knows what.

“It’s okay; everyone coughs on their first go.” He says, comfortingly. “Open your mouth.” He demands.

“What?” you asked, confused. He takes your cheeks and presses them together, forming a gap in your lips. Harry then takes a long drag and pulls your mouth up close, your lips almost touching, and he blows the fumes into your mouth. All this time, his eyes locked on yours. You couldn’t stand being that close to him. He made you feel… Weird. It was like one moment you hated him, the next you didn’t. You couldn’t keep up with your emotions, so you pull his hand from your face and stand up, coughing out the drug. You felt claustrophobic, like you couldn’t breathe properly so you ran for the door, opened it and stepped out into the cool air. You walked around the corner from Lou’s flat and leaned against the wall, closing your eyes.

“Well, well, well… Who do we have here?” You hear a strangely familiar voice ask.