Stolen -Harry Styles-







 When I woke up I was in my bed in the art room. I was still pissed at Harry. He knows me. He knows I'm not a a slut. I feel weird telling someone what really happened. My dad just thought I was just having sex. He didn't care eiether way. He never really did care what I did. Surprise, surprise. I stared at the wall. I don't even know what I'm going to do. I know I'll forgive Harry, because I don't have it in me to resist him. I'll just make him work for my forgiveness, because if he doesn't work for me, for us then he will think he can get away with anything and that's not the case. I had my urge to cut again. I need to fix this. I can't go back down that road, I can't relapse. I could do the ice cube trick, or maybe the rubber band one. Or I could get a tattoo. People always said that it hurts. Like you have a sunburn and someone keeps poking it so it's an irritating burning feeling. I'll get a small tattoo. I looked over at the clock it said 10:30. There should be a decent tattoo shop open somewhere. I have to be into my new job by 1:00 for orientation, so I can get to know everyone. This might actually be a good day. I hopped out of bed and threw on a outfit, then grabbed my debit card and headed out my room door, when I walked through what was supposed to be Harry and my room I noticed he was sitting on the bed with his laptop on his lap. I walked past quietly hoping he wouldn't notice me. Unfortunately he did.

"Where are you going, love?" Harry asked in the nicest tone I have ever heard talk with. 

"Don't worry, I'm not going out whoring around." I spat and grabbed my sandals from the side of the bed where Harry was. In a matter of seconds I was ripped from where I on the side of the bed and pushed under the blankets and I felt Harry's legs tangleing themselves with mine. 

"Harry." I warned

"Jess, I'm so sorry. I'm a complete asshole, and idiot. I hate myself for I pulled last night, You have no idea how sorry I am. I haven't slept a wink because I feel like utter shit. I'm sorry, babe. Please believe me. I overreacted to the extreme and I was mad that someone else had touched before, I was mad that someone else was able to hold you, I was made that someone else got be able to have a baby with you. That is until I found out you were raped. I swear Jess, just give me the word and I will kill him. I will do anything for you. I would die fo-"

"Harry, stop." I said interuppting him

"What?" Harry pleaded

"Don't say you will die for me." I said

"I would." Harry said with all honesty in his voice. 

"I know you would, but I don't want to talk about you dying because I would die for you." I pointed out.

"No. Don't you ever say that. You would never have to Jess." Harry said in a dark tone. 

"I guess were both fucked up." I said

"We are." Harry agreed "Jess?" Harry asked 

"Hm?" I replied

"Erm... Where is the baby now?" Harry asked

"Why?" I asked, suddenly catious.. 

"Well, I meant if you gave the baby for a family member... Well... Erm... Maybe you could get it back and... Erm... We could... uh... Raise it." Harry said fast and quietly. 

"Harry, the baby didn't make it." I said softly.

"WHAT!! Did that Aaron prick hurt it!?!?!" Harry shouted

"No, no! The doctor said my body wasn't ready for a baby and I had a miscarriage." I said. I didn't realize the tears running down my face until Harry wiped them away. 

"We could try?" Harry said with hope in his voice

"You want kids?" I asked doubtfully 

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?' Harry asked offended 

"You just don't seem like the kind of guy who does." I pointed out.

"I guess that would makes sense if someone were to look at me." Harry said with a chuckle 

"Also Harry your in a gang, wouldn't it be unsafe?" I asked

"No, not at all. If the baby was born into the gang then technically the baby would be part of the gang and it wouldn't be unsafe at all." Harry said.

"No it wouldn't. I'm not part of your gang so therefore it wouldn't be born into the gang," I said

"We could change that?" Harry said 

"Huh?" I asked

"We could make me part of the gang." Harry said

"No! No way! I've seen that shit on 60 minutes! I'm not going through that!" I shouted

"What are you talking about? It's nothing bad, Jess." Harry said with a chuckle "What did you see on 60 minutes?" Harry asked again

"The basically beat the living shit out of the person. And if they said stop then they wouldn't be tough enough to be in the gang and if they didn't say stop then they were in the gang." I said. I felt Harry tense. 

"I would never let anyone hurt you Jess. Never." Harry said harshly

"So what do you have to do?" I asked curiously.

"Get a tattoo with out gang sign on it." Harry said simply. 

"That's it? Where the danger in that." I said teasingly, While Harry just laughed

"Do you know whats weird?" I asked Harry

"What's that, baby?" Harry said back

"I was on my way to get a tattoo, right before you forced me to cuddle you." I said with Harry laughing again. 

"Mmm... Well, you could get my gang tattoo instead of the one you were going to get." Harry offered

"I liked the one I was going to get." I challeneged

"I bet mine would be better." Harry fired back

"Debatable." I said while poking his tattooed arm that was wrapped around me.

"Would you want to join my gang?" Harry asked nervously 

"I don't know." I replied honestly. "I will probably want to someday, just not now." I said again

"Well, as soon as you know, tell me." Harry said while placing kisses on me neck. 

"You will be the first to know." I said 

"And after your in the gang we can talk about kids?" Harry asked

"Harry we haven't even been dating for a week and your talking about kids?" I asked

"Yeah, but I have known you for 2 months and we have been having sex, kissing, and cuddling for 1 1/2 months." Harry pointed out.

"Yeah, but still Harry, we aren't even married, we don't have our own house." I said

"We could move out of here the mintue you want, the sooner the better, I mean we are still packed. And we can go get married tonight, I can have a ring for you by the end of today. And then we could get you the tattoo for the gang, then get tickets to wherever you want to go for the honeymoon and then we can make a baby." Harry said

"How long have you been planning this?" I asked surprised 

"Sense I met you." Harry said sheepishly 

"Are you serious?" I asked 

"Love at first sight?" Harry offered 

"When did you first see me?" I asked

"When we were spying on you before we kidnapped you." Harry said

"Harry!" I said while playfully slapping his arm

"What? By the way you look fucking sexy in just your underwear." Harry said

"Ugh! Your unbelievable!" I gasped while hitting a little bit harder.

"But I'm still your favorite person right?" Harry asked with a smirk 

"Whatever you say." I said and cuddled deeper into his arms. So much for making him work for my forgiveness.

Xxxxx


I finally found my way up from Harry to go to the bathroom much to Harry's complaint. I did my thing and then walked back but I noticed Harry's eyes trailing up and down. I suddenly felt self conscious. 

"What?" I asked

"Your... Arms...." Harry choked out. I looked down and I saw bruise that fit Harry's hands. 

"It's not from you." I said trying to make him feel better. 

"Jess, I'm not fucking stupid." Harry growled. "I bruised you. I fucking bruised you." Harry said while wiping a tear from his eye.

"Harry, It's fi-" 

"No! It's not fucking fine! Jess, I bruised you! I fucking bruised you!" Harry yelled. I walked over to him and kissed him gently. 

"Stop." Harry said.

"No." I said back and kissed him again.

"I don't deserve someone as perfect as you." Harry said.

"Don't say that." I scolded him

"It's true." Harry said.

"No it's not. Harry we are meant for each other." I said while kissing him again

"Do you really think that?" Harry asked

"No. I know that." I said and watched a smile from on his lips.

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"Harry." I whined. 

It had been hour sense I got up and dressed to only be brought into Harry's and my bed. We wouldn't stop cuddling me. He was muttering something about how he thought that I was leaving him so he had to cuddle me to make him feel better. Cheeky bastard. Harry had his head nuzzled into my neck and was leaving relentless kisses and love bites everywhere. I was bound to look like I had chicken poxes when he was done with me. His arms were holding me close and gently squeezing me occasionally while attempting to feel me up which resulted in me slapping his hands away, while he laughed. Harry's legs were still wrapped up with mine while he would grind his crouch on me, and I would again scold him. Harry knew I was still upset enough with him that I wasn't going to have sex with him, but that didn't stop his not so subtle offers. I looked at the clock if I was going to get my tattoo then I would have to leave no to be at my work on time. 

"Harry, I need to get going. I have get my tattoo and then be at work." Harry just groaned. 

"Maybe getting you this job was a mistake." Harry huffed

"Well, it gained access into my pants." I said

"Want another job?' Harry offered with a smirk

"Ugh, boys." I groaned.

"Let's go get your tattoo, baby." Harry said while getting up and slipping some of his own clothes on.

"Your coming?" I asked 

"Of course. Your first tattoo, I want to be there." Harry said while taking m hand and leading me downstairs. 

"JESS!" the boys yelled and cam over to hug me. I would've fallen if Harry wasn't next to me. 

"Hey guys." I said with a smile

"Get off her." Harry said while pushing them off me, while the boys groaned in complaint.

"Where are you guys going?" Liam asked

"Are you getting food?" Niall asked

"Nope, my little Irish buddy. We are going to get a tattoo.... Well, I am." I said 

"Who says I'm not?" Harry asked in mock outrage

"Well, you never said you were getting one." I fired back with a smirk

"Well, I am so that's what you get for assuming." Harry said back with a bigger smirk.

"I'm assuming you guys are fine now?" Louis asked

"You assume right." Harry said

"You just told me it was bad to assume." I said to Harry.

"I changed my mind." Harry said while I groaned. 

"Let's go babe." Harry said.

"We're coming!" Louis screamed which made Harry put his hands over my ears.

"Thanks." I said softly looking up at him.

"No problem." Harry said, He was about to kiss me but Louis grabbed me while Liam pushed Harry out the door. 

"Um, I was about to kiss her." Harry whined. 

"We know." The boys said at the same time. 

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When we arrived at the tattoo shop, I was more thank thankful. The whole ride consisted of the boys trying to get to tell them what I was getting to which I denied the answer everytime they asked. I said I would tell them after. One of the aritst when to talk to me about the tattoo I wanted. I whispered it into to his ear much to Harry's protest. They guy smiled and sick smile and I resisted the urge to slap him. Harry noticed my discomfort and gave me a look, Harry then asked me if he wanted me to go in with me but the artist said no before I could say anything, he claimed it's against the rules. Harry just glared at the guys, I'm thankful now that I didn't tell Harry what I was getting because Harry would of forced himself into the booth with us. The tattoo artist took me right into the booth and got right to work. I knew he was enjoying this too much. I told him exactly what I wanted and he drew up something really quick and then put the ink sheet under my breast and pressed down a little too much. I shot him a glare to which he just smirked. I was getting 'Never Give Up' tattooed under my left breast with a dove on each side of it. After an hour he was done. He gave me a mirror and I looked at it. I loved it. I came out amazing. 

"Thank you." I said with a smile. 

"No problem babe. How about you and I go out on a date." The guy said bluntly 

"I have a boyfriend." I said harshly

"He doesn't have to know." They guy bit back

"I'll be out here." I said while I left him to clean up and I went outside the booth. 

"Come on, babe! You know you wanna." They guy said with a wink. 

"Would you stop hitting on me!" I said a little louder than intended. Louis's head popped out of a curtain behind a booth. His eyes took in the scene that was in front of him, not very happy with what he saw. The mans hand was tugging at my wrist, while I was struggling to get him away. 

"Hey!" Louis shouted and walked out with no shirt on while the tattoo artist behind him shouted saying she wasn't done. "Let go." Louis hissed. 

"Sorry man." The guys said a little scared. I realized the mans eyes were focused on his Louis gang tattoo. How did he know what a gang tattoo looked like? Maybe it's just me who is oblivious to anything gang related. 

"Come on, Jess." Louis said. He took my hand and lead me to the booth he was in. 

"What are you getting?" I asked. 

"Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and I are all getting the same tattoo. A matching one. It was Harry's idea" Louis said. 

I looked over at the ink that was being put top of where Louis heart should be. It had 3 simple letters and then a symbol. It was a 'J. R. C.' with a rose laying under it and the steam for the rose being the underline the lettering. 

"What does it mean?" I asked

"Jessica Rose Carter." Louis said with a smile

"What? Why?" I asked

"Jess, you have done so much for us." Louis said

"I-I don't understand" I finally said after a little while. 

"Jess, before Harry met you, He was numb, lonely, and he had a broken heart. He has been through a lot in his life. I'm assuming he told you about his mom?" Louis asked.

"Yeah." I said with a nod.

"Well, he has had is bad. His first girlfriend got killed. Another gang member killed her to get back at Harry and ever sense then he never let himself feel attraction for another girl... Or anyone for that matter. Him and his girlfriend at the time wasn't anything serious, they were bound to break up soon. She would cheat on him and he would cheat on her. Harry just felt guilty. He felt like it was his fault. He blamed himself for years. After he met your dad, he ripped us off. He said he couldn't afford to pay us for the drugs he bought off us, we gave him 3 weeks and then the next day we found out he was telling everyone how he tricked us and he wasn't going to pay him so we did some research on him and found out that he had a daughter so Niall, Liam , Zayn and I followed you around everywhere, for about a month before we started to make the plan to kidnap you." Louis said.

"I knew it!" I said more to myself then Louis

"Knew what?" Louis asked

"Well, some of my friends kept telling me that they thought a bunch of guys with tattoos were stalking me but I just laughed it off and then I kept getting that feeling that someone was watching me." I clarified.

"Oh." Louis said

"How come Harry didn't 'stalk' me?' I asked

"Harry was sorting shit out with some other guys. They were planning on getting all of your stuff out of your house and putting it in our house. He had a half assed bedroom set up in the basement for you. Harry was building that too. But even though we watched you we never really got a good look at you. I mean we were knew at this and we wanted to stay away a safe distance, so we only knew your body type and hair color basically. So fast forward to when we were about to kidnap you Harry took it upon himself to look into your bedroom to see what you looked like and we could tell right then and there that Harry was attracted to you. We didn't say anything because we knew Harry would deny it. So when we got you and after you ran away Harry grabbed you but you struggled and hit your head on the car and knocked yourself out and then Harry brought you up to the room that you called the boring room. And you know the rest from there." Louis said

"All done!" The tattoo artist said. 

"Thank you! And after the story I just heard, you better be kind to her and you better treat her with respect. It's an ususally story." The lady said. "Don't worry I won't call the cops. You probably 18 by now anyways. There is nothing they can do." The lady siad when she saw my reaction. 

"Yeah, I turned 18 today. This was my present." I said 

"Yeah, we wanted it to be special." Louis said playing along. 

"Well, Happy birthday!" The lady said while we walked out of the booth.

"Wha-" Harry started but we gave him a look to be quiet. "Well, let's go pay for your gift." Harry said with a smirk 

"I got it" I said while pulling out my debit card

"No, no. It's your birthday so I'm paying." Harry said as I groaned which made his smirk get bigger. 

"So what did you get anyways." Niall said

"A tattoo." I said with a smirk while the boys glared at me

"Let us see!" Louis said happily. I looked at Harry and he nodded and told me to go ahead. I gave him a look trying to get across that It wasn't just a random tattoo placed somewhere innocent. But he ignored it and smirked. I started to pull up my shirt but a large hand stopped me when I got a bit above my belly button.

"I take that back. They can't see it." Harry said quickly while we all laughed and then Harry smacked the back of Niall's head when he said he still wanted to see it. Then realization hit Harry to why the tattoo artist was smirking so much. 

"Wait.... Did your tattoo guy say anything." Harry asked and noticed Louis stiffen. Harry looked at Louis.

"Is that why she was in your booth with you?" Harry asked as Louis nodded. 

"What did he do to you?" Harry demanded 

"I'll tell you on the way home. I'm going to be late for work." I told him and dragged him out ignoring his complants and threats he was telling me of what he was going to do to the tattoo artist. After Louis and told Harry the full story. Harry thanked Louis and then went on to tell me how he was going to kill him. Liam whispered in my ear to just let him do it because it will calm him down. So I did.

Xxxx

After the whole tattoo incident it was safe to say Harry was still pissed. He wasn't as mad as before but he was still pissed. When we got back I had an hour and a half before I had to be at work, so we all sat down and watched some TV. I wouldn't really say watch TV, because the whole time consisted of me trying to watch TV, Harry trying to give me love bites and saying he could make me feel better than the tattoo guy while also trying to descretly lift up my shirt to see my tattoo, Niall crunching too loud on his chips, Louis wanting to paint my nails, Zayn throwing shit at me, and Liam complaining about how we should watch the toy story instead. Idiots. Finally I had enough and jumped saying I need to go and get ready. I walked up the stairs knowing very well Harry was following me. I went into our room and headed over to my stuff which still wasn't unpacked, and I grabbed my outfit out of it. I knew very well that Harry was standing behind me checking me out. I huffed and turned around.

"Harry, stop checking me out." I scolded him

"Lemme see your tattoo." Harry said ignoring my previous statement

"Hmm..." I said pretending to think.

"Please, Jess!" Harry whined

"I don't know" I said in mock thinking

"If you don't show me then I will rip your shirt off and show it to myself." Harry warned as I huffed. I took my shirt off and then my bra. I watched Harry stare at my naked top half.

"Harry, the tattoo is lower." I hinted

"Hmm?" Harry asked coming out of his own thoughts. No doubt the were perverted.

"My tattoo is lower.... What were you thinking about anyways?" I asked

"All the things I'm going to do to you." Harry replied while not bothering to look away from my chest. I decided to be a bitch and put my arms over my chest but Harry caught them before I could.

"No, no baby. I wasn't done looking." Harry said with a smirk

"I need to get ready for work." I reminded him, as Harry groaned

"Fine. Let me see your tattoo and then get ready." Harry said. I removed my hands but before I could say anything, Harry's lips found my breast. I giggled as his breath tickled me.

"Harry!" I said with a laugh. Harry looked up with a smirk on his lips.

"Yes?" He asked

"I said look don't touch." I said again while smiling.

"I don't know if I have that kind of self control." Harry said

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Lets just say if we had just got down having sex and I went outside to get the mail and then got hit by a car and you asked if I wanted to have sex again, I would have sex you... Again" Harry said with a smirk.

"Your weird." I said with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. Lemme see this tattoo." Harry said I showed him the tattoo, he ran his large warm finger across it and then kissed in gently over the plastic protector it had over it, to keep the germs out while it healed a little bit.

"Like it?" I asked.

"Love it.... But I don't like the fact that the guy got to put it there. Next time we are going to another place with were a girl can tattoo you." Harry said

"Overprotective much?" I asked. Harry grumbled something under his breath but I just ignored it.

"I need to get ready." I said Harry just groaned and went to sit on the bed. And when I say sit I mean flop on the bed heavily and then put pillows over his face and make dying walrus noise. while picked my outift up.

"That's attractive." I said with a smirk while pulling my dress on and slipping on my leather jacket

"You know you want it!" Harry yelled from under the pillows and blankets.

"Whatever." I said while putting on my heels.

"That's not what you said last night." Harry said as I walked into the bathroom to do my hair and make up. I did my makeup like this and I did my hair like this. When I walked out of the bathroom Harry was on phone and didn't look to happy. I gave him a look and he put his finger up signaling me to hold on. When Harry got off the phone he came up to me and said he had a drug deal he and the other boys had to go to, and he couldn't pick me up and bring me to my job. I told it was fine and I could get a taxi but this didn't seem to make him feel any better. After 20 minutes of hardcore making out and they guys half dragging Harry away from me, I was free to go to work. I called a cab and they picked me up. I was really nervous to say the least, but I'm going to love this job, I can already tell.