27 Tattoos

Your head snaps up. Stan. He looks at you with a dark smile spread across his face.

“Fancy seeing you again, beautiful.” He says cockily, walking over to you and pressing his body against yours. “How about leaving off from where we started?” He grinned darkly, you could still see the bruises and cuts from where Harry hit him before, and you had to beg Harry to not kill him. If he was seen with you here, there would be nothing you would be able to do to get Harry to stop.

“Stan, stop. H-Harry will be out soon.” You stutter, scared of what might happen.

“Are you sure about that? Don’t you think that if he was going to check on you, he already would have done it by now?” he asks, eyebrows raised, trailing his hands down your body, his head lowering to your neck. You try to push him away but he pins your hands above your head, it’s just like last time, except no one is going to come and help.

“HEL-“ With his spare hand he covered your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, slut.” He half yells half whispers. You begin to whimper as his hand moves under your dress, then you hear someone calling your name.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/-“ He cuts off after seeing you pressed against the wall, a stocky body towering over you.

“N-Niall?” You whisper.

“(Y/N)?” He asks and walks over to you, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, Stan?” Niall spits.

“Just paying my friend, (Y/N), a visit.” He says simply, removing his hand from underneath your skirt and moving away from your body.

“Friends don’t rape each other in an alley.” Niall retorts.

“Well, friends with benefits then.” Stan smirked, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Oh really? And does Harry know about this?” Niall says, and Stan just freezes, “In fact, I’ll go get him now-“

“NO!” Stan shouts, “I’ll go, just don’t tell Harry.” He pleads, backing away and running. You look up at Niall with teary eyes, your bottom lip quivering. Niall opens his arms and whispers.

“Come here.” You run up to Niall and embrace him, crying into his shirt, you stand like that for a few minutes. Just you and Niall, as he whispered comforting things into your ear. Unlike Harry, Niall seemed like a really nice guy. He seemed honest and genuine, not the type of guy to have a billion girlfriends at once, and you liked that. You felt comfortable around Niall, even with his many piercings and tattoos. He wrapped his arm over your shoulders and lead you inside, all of the guests had gone by now, leaving Louis, Zayn, Harry, Perrie, Niall and you. You and Niall walked in the living room where everyone was and most of them were drunk or stoned, probably both, as soon as we came into view Harry’s head snapped up and his expression turned cold. Everyone started looking at you two; you had no idea why though. Shit, you thought, I bet my make-up is running down my face.

“Niall, what are you doing?” Harry asked, his voice low.

“What do you mean, mate?” Niall asked, looking confused.

“I mean why the fuck do you have your arm around (Y/N)?!” Harry growled, his voice growing louder, you only just realized you were still tucked under Niall’s arm, cuddled into his chest.

“She was cold.” He just shrugged, not wanting to Harry to find out about Stan’s appearance.

“Don’t lie to me, Niall.” Harry said lowly, getting up and walking towards us both, I looked at the others and they all had worried expressions spread across their faces.

“(Y/N), why are you crying?” Harry asked worryingly, his expression softening. You just remained silent, cuddling in more to Niall’s warm body, then you get pulled from him as Harry slams Niall into the wall, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?” Harry yells at Niall.

“Nothing, mate. Calm down.” Niall says soothingly, trying to calm Harry down but failing.

“I’M NOT GOING TO CALM DOWN IF (Y/N) IS CRYING! NOW WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” Harry shouts even louder this time at Niall, you were so scared of him but no one else was going to help Niall out. You walk over and poke Harry.

“Harry, stop it.” You whisper as he is staring at Niall.

“Why should I stop when he’s made you cry, (Y/N)?” He asks, still glaring at Niall.

“It wasn’t Niall, Harry. It was Stan.” You admit and instead of letting Niall go, Harry pushes him into the wall again.

“STAN WAS HERE?!” Harry bellowed.

“Yeah, bu-“ Niall started but Harry interrupted him.

“AND YOU LET HIM GET AWAY?! WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU COME AND GET ME?!” Harry screamed, his voice getting louder and louder, you look over to see if anyone would help but they had all left. They had left Niall to get beaten up by Harry, not even caring. It’s not like they could stop Harry when he was like this though, you didn’t know what to do.

“YOU LET HIM GET AWAY AND THEN YOU COME IN HERE ALL OVER HER ACTING LIKE THE FUCKING HERO! WAS THIS YOUR PLAN ALL ALONG? TO STEAL (Y/N) FROM ME!?” Harry boomed, Niall was getting mad now.

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN CARE HARRY?! ALL SHE IS TO YOU IS ANOTHER SHAG!” He screeched, you saw Harry’s face go white with rage, his fists clenched and he punched Niall square in the jaw. Niall hit back and Harry ended up on the floor, he wiped his bloody lip and stood up. You couldn’t let them get in a fight, especially not with you this close. You ran in front of Harry and pushed on his chest.

“Harry, please stop.” You begged.

“Move, (Y/N).” He commanded and you stayed put. He then pushed you out of the way and started walking towards Niall again, shit. What could you do? Suddenly an idea sprung into your head. A stupid idea, but it was an idea. You ran up to Harry again, just as he was about to punch Niall again.

“(Y/N) I said mo-“ He was cut off by your lips on his. You felt his tense body ease under your touch, his fists un-clenched and were placed on your cheeks, pulling you in closer. He reacted almost immediately, his lips moved in sync with yours and you could taste a faint hint of blood from where Niall had hit him. You pulled away and looked at him, his lips swollen from the punch and your kiss,

“Harry, please, let’s just go.” You asked sweetly, he looked at you with wide eyes, still in shock from what you had just done.

“Okay.” He muttered. You pulled on his arm, leading him to the door. You looked over your shoulder and gave Niall a quick glance, him sending you a grateful look. Turning back to face Harry, he had a huge grin spread across his face, obviously chuffed with himself. You can’t believe you just did that. You kissed the boy you hated the most, but it was for a good cause, they would have beaten the shit out of each other. You felt repulsed with yourself for kissing Harry. Harry the boy you despised, he was a dick, a manwhore, violent and a drug addict. He was basically your worst nightmare and you hated him, which is why you kept on wondering to yourself: “If I hate him so much, why did kissing him feel so right?”