*Previously*
"Scarlet?" The voice asked. I knew who it was, I knew the voice better than my own hand. I sighed wanting to turn to him but I didnt. I put my right foot foreward continuing on. I herd his foot steps become faster as a single tear fell from my face. His feet hit the concrete beneath us both and my tears came more. I was both sad that I wasnt leaving and sad that I was trying to leave him. I didnt want to leave him in particular but I couldnt stay. If I left Simon could assume I was dead, right? I just need to leave and go far enough that he can't find me. Ever. Harry's hand touched my back and chills ran down it. I watched as a tear fell from my face and hit the ground.
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I wiped my face and took a deep breath befor turning around. I sniffled and felt the tears want to come harder when I saw him. His green eyes glowed in the dark night making me like him even more.

"Scarlet, how did you get out here?"
"I... erm... I'm sorry Harry. I dont want to leave you but I want to go home, i want to leave that house."
"You cant Scar, you knw that. Scarlet,Simon will have my head if he knows you got back home. He'll hurt me just because you're still alive. I have to take you back."
I shook my head with tears still falling, "No. I just need to leave that house. I dont have to go home, I just need to leave. You can ship me to Ireland for all I care as long as you can visit me an I never have to step foot in that house again. I miss my friends and being able to go outside and not get yelled at or slapped just for breathing Harry! Do you know what that's like? To have people yell and curse at you and hurt you for every breath you take?!"

I was sobbing by that point and Harry wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head and I just cried ino his shest never wanting him to let go.

"Look, I will protect you. I promise. If any of them are giving you a hard time I want you to tell me."

I shook my head no into his cotton shirt and he rubbed circles on my back. Harry was too nice to have ever done the things Niall said he did but I thought maybe... I shoud see that side of him if it's the real Harry.

"I just want to avoid them for a little bit... could you and I go out? Just get away from it all for on night?"

Harry squeesed me tight then held both my shoulders looking at me. He smiled and took my hand leading me to the car. I was unsure whether or not to follow him but did anyways. As long as I had Harry with me, I cared less about any thing else going on. He held my hand the entire drive. We went miles away from the house and I watched as he turned into a small parking lot, barely a parking lot at all really. The door of a small building red, "Alice in Wonerland Tattoo Parlor". I looked at it thinking how frilly the name was. Harry jumped out and came around opening my door for me. I raised my eyebrow at him and he smiled pulling me along.

We stepped inside the small building and a bauld skinny man stood up smiling and walked over to Harry giving him a highfive hand shake thing. I stood still at the door unaware of what was going on. Harry turned back to me and walkd over taking my hand then pulling me to the man with demples just as Harry when he smiled. The man stuck his hand out to shake mine and I smiled that someone else shook hands.

"Scarlet, this is my uncle Jim."
I smiled at the man and nodded my head.
"It's nice to meet you," he spoke. "So, who's getting the tattoo today?"
Harry looked at me with a smile and my eyes widened.
"Harry Styles! This was not what I had in mind."
He chuckled, "I'll get one and then if she want to, she will too."
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.
"Always getting into trouble with the ladies, arent you Harry?" His uncle spoke with laughter.
Harry laughed and shrugged saying, "I guess so."

Harry was sat on a chair and the man sat beside him as they disgussed a tattoo then eventually after tracing it and other stuff Jim was putting himself to work. Harry's arms both had new writin on it. One arm red Things I cant, then the other said Things I Can.


I smiled and held his hand while Jim thickend the lettering and Harry spoke to him all about what has been going on lately and asked about his family. Jim spoke about his mother, his sister, anyone and everyone. I smiled hearing about his family hearing the occasional story of when Harry was younger. I could only laugh at most of the stories and Harry would glare playfully. He was finally finished and went to look in a mirror at the the two tattoos. I smiled telling him that I liked them then he said thanks before looking to me with a raised eyebrow waiting for me to say somehting about myself getting a tattoo.

"Does it hurt?" I asked worried.
"I wont let it hurt you, babe. Do you or do you not want one?"
"Erm..." I looked at the chair, "yeah."
He smiled and asked me, "What would you like to do, besides me?" He told his cheeky joke with a smile on his face an I pushed him playfully.
"Erm... what do you think I should have?"

He thought for a second then walked away to speak to his uncle. I sat worried but excited about getting it then was pulled away by Harry to the chair. He looked at my scared expression and kissed my forehead.

"You dont have to do this, you know?" He said with a sweek voice.
I ndded my head and smiled, "I want to."

He took my hand in his then Jim looked to Harry asking where. Harry gave me asking eyes with his other hand on the side of my shirt. I nodded my head and he picked up the side of my shirt to where Jim would tattoo me. The needle like devise felt like a ligt scratch on my body. Soon the pain was worse and I wonced but Harry held my hand.

"Hey, look at me baby, you're fine."

I nodded my head and smiled up at him. Harry kissed the top of my head and looked over to what Jim did. Jim looked to be about 32 at most. He was a thin man with the smile of a chile. He was adorable and probably an awesome uncle to have. I focused on Harry until the tattoo was finshed. He wiped over it with a cloth then stood up to grab a hand held mirror. I used it looking down at the words on my side.


I smiled then turned to Harry with a smile of pure joy. I loved the tattoo so much and was thankful that he chose the song's lyrics. Harry nodded to his uncle with a smile.

"So, should I tell Anne about your girl here?" Jim asked and I smiled still admiring the ink.
"Sure, I think I want to keep her around as long as she'll have me." I looked to Harry after he spoke and raised my eyebrows.
"So it's my choice whether I stay or not? Since when, Styles?" I asked with a smirk and he laughed.
"Lets get going," Harry spoke, "how much?" Harry asked as Jim taped something clear to my side over the tattoo. I looked at Harry's arms seeing that they, too, were wrapped up. Harry payed Jim for his work leaving a piece of paper and pulling out two pictures from his pocket. I looked over seeing an image of me. I smiled and took the image turning it over and grabbing a pen from the counter. Psalm 91:2
I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." i handed Harry the picture back and he smiled putting the two pictures in the letter that red on the outside, "To My Amazing Mother, Love Harry." I smiled at that slightly then looked up at him. He nodded his head and we took hands walking out and that's when I realized it. That mean guy Niall spoke about, that's not the real Harry. Harry is the sweet, funny, protective guy who stands beside me now. He the the boy with curly fun hair and a fun personality to match. He is the boy with a loving look in his eye whenever our eyes meet. He's the boy who holds my hand and promises to keep me safe. Harry is the guy who also holds my heart.

We began on our way home and I felt the phon vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out seeing Caitlin's number come up so I answered.

"Caitlin?" I asked then herd yells. My eyes widened and listened to the phone getting louder, "CAITLIN?" I asked then looked to Harry worried for her. "Caitlin, where are you?"
I herd her voice snapping at someone telling them to get off of her then a boy's voice registered in my mind at the sound of his words.
"Shut up! We have to get out of here now!" He growled to her then someone else with him. I about threw the phone if we wernt in a car as I spit out his name quietly to myself with nothing but hatered in the sound of my voice.

"Louis."