Punk Harry Series Part 11

Punk Harry Series Part 11

Part 10

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First Real Fight:

"Okay what the fuck is going on with you?" You asked Harry as soon as you two were alone in his car. "What do you mean?" He asked and you rolled your eyes as he pulled into the street. "You have literally been over my fucking shoulder all day. You haven't let me talk to one guy. Not even the damn waiter when he asked me what I wanted to drink. Like what the fuck Harry?" You asked and he laughed. "Yeah well maybe if you didn't dress like that guys wouldn't be all over you. I mean, you practically cheat on me right in front of me." He said and you froze. Cheating was the one thing you hated talking about. It was the one thing you couldn't handle. Your ex had cheated on you with some prostitute in your own bed and it had really fucked you up for the long run. "Did you really just say that to me?" You asked, not even turning to look at him. "Well, look at you!" He asked, not even a ounce of compassion in his tone. You sighed, tears starting to well in your eyes. "Pull over." You said sternly. "What?" He asked confused. "I SAID PULL OVER HARRY PULL OVER NOW!" You yelled and he quickly pulled over. You whipped the door open and jumped out, pulling your cardigan father around you. It was 9:30 at night and there was a little wind, you were already cold. "Fine, fuck you. I'm going home." He said before he shut the door. "Yeah what home? You live with me asshole!" You yelled as he drove off, leaving you alone on the street. You watched as his car sped away. You pulled out your phone went to maps and found where you were before calling an uber and getting yourself a ride home. You were thankful Harry hadn't beaten you there, which of course meant he was probably out doing god knows what. But you didn't care, you didn't even want to see his face then. For all you know, your relationship was over.

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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

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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?"

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Punk Harry Series Part Nine

Part 8

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Punk Harry: I Love You "No, okay, that is not your shade. You need a deep red, I'm think sin by Mac." You laughed pulling the deep purple lipstick away from Harry. You both had decided for fun you'd do his makeup. But, it seems like he's having more fun than you. "Okay, so, how do we help my dark circles?" He asked, leaning forward on his knees and you laughed, brushing makeup forever foundation on his cheeks. "Well, typically I just need a medium coverage concealer and a little yellow correcting powder to help it set and cover but you. You'll need red correcting concealer under full coverage concealer and then the yellow powder." You said and he nodded, smudging the foundation you were putting on his chin onto his lips. You continued through till you got to his lips. At this point he had a very intense black and silver smokey eye, his contour was so sharp it could give you a paper cut and his eyelashes were so long they made wind when he blinked. It was silent as you were lining his lips with the deep, almost brown, lip liner. You could feel him watching you, but you weren't creeped out. You barely noticed really. "Um, Y/N/N." He said and you pulled the liner away, looking up his eyes, which were already looking into yours. "Yeah?" You asked. "Um, I love you." He said suddenly. You were shocked. To say the least. You hadn’t been in love since your last relationship, and that didn't end too well. You and Harry had been together only six months, was that long enough to fall in love? Then you realized, as you looked at his almost done makeup face, it definitely was. "Too soon?" He asked, before you could even shake your head he was standing up, with his head hung low. He started to walk towards the door when you called out for him. "Harry, babe wait." You said, gently grabbing his arm. "Baby, I love you too." You said and he smiled so wide before picking you up and twirling you around. "Ya." He said quietly as he set you down, you laughed loudly at that. "That would have been really embarrassing, I told everyone I was telling you and if I had to say you didn't say it back, I would have died." He said and you smiled. "Please, you would have died but not for that reason. Baby, your lipstick isn't even finished." You laughed and he ran over to the mirror before groaning. "I almost left the room like this, with only my lips lined. I can't leave without them finished. Quick finish me so I can go flaunt my face." 

Word Count: 459

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