Punk Harry Series Part 7

Punk Harry Series Part 7

Part 6

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First Kiss: You were in a panic. It was 4 hours to show time and everything was running behind schedule. But that wasn't the end of it. No, Sydney decided she wanted to color her hair. Going from jet black to lilac. Colors on the opposite of the wheel. Which also meant that you had to change up her make up routine to account for this sudden change in her hair color. She has a yellow undertone but with the black hair you decided to cover it with a pink undertone so it would compliment the color. But then she decided to change it and now you have to change everything as well. Of course it didn't stop there. She had also gone to see a speaker at some hole in the wall poet society place and guess she felt as if he changed her life. She said that the aura around her felt natural and green that she now wants to unite the nations with some green bullshit. Basically she now wants makeup that is made with all natural resources and isn't tested on animals. Which is like 3% of all makeup companies in the world. "Hey, how's life-whoa, who died in here?" You heard Harry's voice say behind you. You whipped around, probably looking like an idiot. You could feel yourself sweating, your hair was everywhere and you arms were whipping around like flags in strong wind. "Everything in my life is falling apart!" You exclaimed and he smiled coming over and gripping your shoulders to stabilize you. "What could possibly be going on that could ruin your whole life?" He asked kind of laughing at you. You started to explain the situation of course you were rambling so you were sure he heard less than 12% of what you said. You were half way through explaining how many companies made makeup that went by her requirements when you felt him press his lips to yours. It was kind of perfect. It wasn't too passionate just, skin on skin. No movement or tongue just lips pressed to lips. It was also your first real kiss as a couple. Nothing like that spastic kiss he gave you when you were on guard duty. This was good, this was wanted by both of you. 

Word Count: 384

I’m just scared people are going to forget about Flint and forget about these children.

Punk Harry Series Part 3

Part 1, Part 2 

Punk Harry: He Asks You Out "So, bananas or tomatoes, which is more fruit like?" You asked as you picked at the end edge of the playing card. "Banana is more fruit like, I mean, come on. They're a monkey’s favorite thing to eat and monkeys don't eat veggies. So, conclusion, it must be a fruit." Harry stated as he tossed the hacky sack into the air again. He was laying upside down, his head hanging off the sofa in the hotel room we were cooped up in. The band was asleep and we were assigned watch duty. So here we were chilling in the large living room, doing literally nothing. "My turn, so square balloons, freak of nature or brilliant invention?" He asked and I smiled, looked over at him, then focused back on my card. "Brilliant. Best thing I have ever seen. And the triangle ones. Those are cool. I would kill to get some of those on my birthday." You said laughing and he smiled. "Let's get a little personal now." You suggested sitting up and turning to him. He smirked and sat up straight as well.   "You're on. Bring me your worst." He challenged and you laughed. "Would you rather do all the work, or let her ride you like a pony?" You asked and he laughed. "Yee haw." He whispered and you burst out laughing. "Really?" You asking in between your laughs. "Well, I'd much rather her on top. I mean, this way, she'll enjoy herself too. I won't have to worry if it's good for her and me, because let's face it, it doesn't matter which position, it's good for me. But when she's in charge, it's going to be good for her because, well she's controlling it. It's all about the give and take Y/N." He said and you laughed. "Okay, threesomes, gross or hot?" He asked and you smirked. "Lava." You said and he sucked in a breath. "I mean, with another girl though. Not another guy. That typically means anal and like, no. No thank you. I'd much rather get eaten out by a girl who knows what she's doing then get my anus torn apart by a guy who has no clue what the proper way to handle anal is. Two girls, one guy. That's my kind of threesome." You said and he nodded, completely dosed into space. "You're picturing it aren't you?" You asked and he nodded. He was just staring at you when suddenly he leaned right over and planted his lips right on yours. You say there, eyes wide open for a good ten seconds before you pushed him away harshly. "No, no, no, not again. No." You just kept repeating the word "no" as you quickly stood back up and walked out. 

Word Count: 467

Punk Harry Series Part Two

Read Part One before this!

He Admits He Likes You To Someone Else(his POV):

"Believe it or not, but you've been staring for, 20 minutes now and you actually haven't blinked once." Vince, my fellow body guard said. "I uh, I don't, I don't want to miss anything. You know, it only takes a second for someone to pull a trigger. Could happen any minute yanno?" I said trying to play it off that I wasn't just starring hard core. "Don't lie to me, you've been watching her like a hawk. Why don't you just ask her out? I mean, Y/N's really cool, and I think you guys would do well together." He said and I laughed. "Yeah, right after she stopped hating me. She can't stand me. She literally tenses every time I walk into a room. And I don't like her, that wouldn't be appropriate. We're coworkers, we couldn't. Even if I did like her, which I don't, it wouldn't work." I said and he smiled. "Okay, so why don't you just convince yourself of that before trying to convince me yeah? Also just talk to her? There, problem solved." He joked and I laughed. "Yeah no, I don't think it's my personality she hates. More like the piercings and tattoos." I said and he laughed. "Have you ever looked at her face up close? Or seen the back of her neck? She had her nose pierced and like her whole ear pierced. And she has a watercolor tattoo of a tree on the back of her neck. She'd be a bit of a hypocrite if she didn't like you for your looks." He said and I frowned. "Then why is she so hostile towards me?" I questioned. "Well, I may or may not have overheard her talking with the stylists. I guess she just had a pretty bad break up with her last boyfriend like, two weeks ago. He didn't like the fact that she would be leaving for the tour and he wanted her to quit. But she told him no, because her career is more important. Guess he didn't like that, so he fucked another girl in her bed. And I guess he had looks similar to yours." He said and I nodded, taking it all in. "What a dick. She put her career before him so he cheats on her, in her own bed?" I asked and he nodded. "Guess he told her roommate that she was going to help him rearrange her room as a going away present and he told her to tell him when she came home so he would know. Roommate never even suspected it." He said and I nodded. "So, she's just reminded of him every time she sees me?" I asked and he nodded. "Looks like I'm going to have to change that." I smiled and he nodded. "So, from what I'm hearing, you do like her?" He asked and I laughed. "Wow, what gave it away?"

Word Count: 496

Punk Harry Series Part 14

Part 13

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He Meets Your Parents: It was cramped in your apartment. Your parents decided to make a surprise visit while your brother was in California for a baseball tournament. They were staying at a hotel about two hours away but they decided to come up and visit you anyway. So of course, the first thing that popped into your mind was, Harry needs to meet them. You two were really serious and it was about time he met your parents. You had already met his so what was the harm right? So now, you were on the phone with Harry, trying to warn him you were all on your way to his house. "Y/N, what the fuck, you know they won't like me!" He said, you could hear him rushing around, probably doing a lot of last minute cleaning. "Well, my brother will love you, my mom, she'll like you too, but my dad might need a bit of warming up to." You said. Your brother wasn't a problem, he may be a jock but he was very open minded. Your mom, yeah she was old fashioned but she was a lot like Harry's mom. She just didn't approve of it underage. She said you could get all the tattoos you want, once you're eighteen. Your dad? He was a different story. It took you five years to convince him to let you get your nose pierced. And even after you did it he didn't even look at you for a whole week. You did everything he didn't want you to do. You got tattoos and piercings, you fought with him over how sexist he was, you moved all the way across the country to be a makeup artist. He wanted a clean daughter, one who followed tradition and worked until she was married, one who worked as a receptionist or something non permanent. He wanted you to be independent and get a job to support yourself but when you got married he wanted you to quit and become a housewife. But those obviously weren't your plans. "We're here." You said to Harry before hanging up. You smiled to your family as you walked up to his front door, typing in the password he gave you to open it. "Harry!" You called as you showed your family where to take off their shoes. Harry was a neat freak, if you didn't convince him otherwise he was going to leave slippers at the door for people to wear instead of their shoes. Luckily, you managed to convince him that that was weird. "Hi." Harry said, rounding the corner to the door. "Mom, Dad, Y/B/N, this is my boyfriend Harry Styles. Harry this is my Mom, Y/M/N, my Dad, Y/D/N, and my brother Y/B/N." You said introducing him to everyone. "It's so nice to meet you all." You had all moved to the living room, you sat next to Harry while your family sat on the couch across from you two. "So, Harry, what do you do for a living?" Your father asked. "I'm head of security for the band Y/N and I work for." He said and you looked back to see your father's reaction. He was surprised. You could tell he expected him to be a tattoo artist or a mcDonald's employee. "Interesting." He said and Harry smiled. "If you'd like, I can show you the security system I have on this place. Top of the line, no one comes or leaves without me knowing." Harry said and your dad nodded, clearly very surprised about him. "Maybe some other time. I am impressed by your intellect and secure manor, it'll be good for Y/N. Say you two last, when you marry she'll have someone to depend on. She can finally quit her job and become a housewife without worrying about the financial issues." He said and you, slowly close your eyes in utter embarrassment and shame. You really thought your father could go one evening without bringing up his "plans" for you. You've always been so embarrassed of how old fashioned he is. And you know, Harry being himself, is going to say something. You tried to warn Harry not to do anything to drastic by squeezing his side, but it was no use. "Oh, she doesn't have to quit her job. She loves her job, if we marry, maybe I'll quit my job and depend on her financially." He tried to joke but you saw it. You saw the way not only he tensed when he heard what you father said, but you saw the way your father's whole demeanor changed when those words fell from Harry's mouth. "You will do no such thing, you’re the man. You provide the money. She does the housework, I will not have my daughter marry someone so low." He said, standing up. Harry stood as well, which caused you and your mother to stand. "You’re one of those people aren't you? The ones that thinks women are equal to men? No, daughter of mine will be with one of those scums." Your father spat. You rolled your eyes as you felt Harry's whole body tense, but then his body calmed, which surprised you. "Y/N is my partner, she is equal to me in every aspect. There was a time in life where men were valued more because they were physically stronger, but those were the cavemen times. Today, we need the intellectually smarter, the people who are more creative. And those people can be woman or men. And if Y/N chooses to be with me then you can't stop her-" "-Enough. I am through with hearing your trash. This new generation thinks they can change everything. This is tradition. This is the way it's always been." Your father said and Harry smiled. "If it was tradition to cut off your leg when you turn twenty would you do it? Would you follow that tradition?" Harry asked and your father went silent, before grabbing your mother's arm and dragging her from the house. "Uh, well, I like you Harry." Y/B/N said and you laughed before giving him a hug. "I know you probably won't hear the end of this so if you want you can stay with me for the night. He'll have cooled down by tomorrow." You offered to him and he smiled and nodded. 

THIS ISN'T BASED ON ANYONE I KNOW, MY FATHER ISN'T LIKE THIS AT ALL. NEITHER IS ANYONE ELSE THAT I AM AWARE OF. THIS IS SOLELY BASED OFF THE ASSHOLE COUPLE THAT SAT BEHIND ME AT CHURCH YESTERDAY AND WHAT I THINK RUNS THROUGH THEIR HEAD

Word Count: 1123

I JUST WROTE THE SECOND TO LAST PART OF THE PUNK HARRY SERIES AND I’M CRYING SO HARD OMG