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Jul 12

stained: to be wanted

Violet comes to a conclusion about Harry’s feelings..

(part 9)

stained series

word count: 10.8k

warnings/tags: tattoo artist h, fmc, mention of drugs & drug use, alcohol use, angst

To say he wasn’t nervous would be a complete lie. Harry was slowly pacing back and forth in his work room. He couldn’t stop thinking about Violet. It was close to four, so he was going to see her soon. Why was he acting like he’d never see her again? Her memory clogged up his mind. He could hear her sweet voice and soft laughs in his ears. He could see her sparkling eyes and gorgeous lips. It was like she was some kind of dream, some kind of ghost he saw only once that haunted him. She wasn’t a ghost, though. She was an angel.

The sound of the door knob turning pulled him out of his head, but his anxiety shifted to annoyance as Niall walked in the room. Harry pushed his hand through his hair and walked over to the counter, trying to pretend like he was doing something. The truth was, he had already prepped everything for her arrival. He had the chair laid flat, the piercing equipment out, the supplies placed on his tray - everything had already been done.

“Are you going to that costume party?” Niall didn’t seem to care about what Harry was or wasn’t doing with his spare time.

“I don’t know.” He sighed.

“Sky is forcing me to go.” Niall was mindlessly looking at his phone.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself whether you’re forced or not.”

Niall smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “I like to have a good time. Don’t act like you don’t, too.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“What are you waiting on?” Niall asked, slightly confused as he realized there was equipment out.

“A piercing appointment.” Harry turned away from him to try and avoid any further questions.

It didn’t work. Niall was a nosey person.

“Who is it? A regular?”

“No.” Harry quickly said, hoping that he would leave the room.

“I’m ’bout to head out after I clean the front.” Niall said with a huff.

“Okay.”

Before he could take a breath, he heard a familiar voice call out his name. This time, he knew it wasn’t just in his head. Niall let out a devious laugh just as Violet appeared in the doorway.

“Not a regular, huh?” Niall teased with a smirk. “Hey there, Violet.”

“Hey, Niall. How are you?” She politely said, oblivious to his mischievous behavior.

“I’m alright. You’re getting a piercing today?” He furrowed his brows lightly.

“Mhm.” She looked past him to catch Harry’s stare.

It was somewhat disheartening at first when she saw his straight lips and set jaw. Before she could question it, he softened and gave her a smile.

“Hi, Harry.” She felt her cheeks warming.

He picked his lips. “Hey, c’mere.”

She walked over to him, completely ignoring Niall’s presence now. She locked eyes with Harry as she crossed the room. As she reached him, he looked down at the jewelry he had laid out on the counter.

“Pick the one you like.” He said, stepping back to give her some room.

“Okay.” Her voice was soft as she started to examine each of her options.

Harry went back to the chair and made sure everything was ready as he waited for her. Unfortunately, Niall was still lurking around. He was giving Harry a suspicious look. He was trying his best to ignore it, but Niall wasn’t going to give up easily.

“Are you going or not?”

Harry glared at him. “I don’t know, damn.”

Violet picked her jewelry choice and turned to face them. Her curiosity was too strong.

“Going where?” She focused her attention on Harry.

“To a Halloween party.” Niall spoke up first.

She grinned. “Oh, Halloween is so fun. You should go.”

It was sometimes hard for her to picture him doing anything fun or exciting, but she knew he was capable of it. She has witnessed that wide smile and heard his chuckles. She knew he had a spark of joy in him. It was just hard to find at times.

“You should come, Violet.”

The suggestion came from Niall’s mouth. She nervously laughed and shook her head. She didn’t know him well enough to recognize his devious side. Harry, however, knew him entirely too well.

“No, no. I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Do you want to go? It’s next weekend.” Niall extended the offer again, but she wasn’t willing to accept it.

“Um, I.. Thanks for asking, but I don’t think I can.” She rejected.

Harry checked the time on his phone and let out a loud huff. “Alright, I have an appointment starting. Can you get out?”

Niall rolled his eyes before leaving the room. Harry shut the door and turned towards Violet. She was looking at him with those pretty eyes, a soft smile set on her mouth. Even though the moment was calm, his heart started to race. She did things to him he couldn’t understand.

“Did you find one you like?”

Harry normally didn’t give his clients that many options. He’d just toss out two or three unless they asked for more. He made sure he had a wide selection for Violet.

“Mhm. This one.”

He held his hand out to take it. She gladly dropped it on his palm and waited for the next instruction. She hadn’t done this before, so she was unsure of what to expect. She watched him snap a clean pair of gloves on and open the jewelry.

“Pull your shirt up and let me put a mark on you.”

Violet swallowed as quietly as she could, in hopes of not drawing any attention to herself, and lifted the hem of her shirt. As she felt the cool air hitting her skin, she shuddered and bit down on the inside of her cheek. Harry kneeled down in front of her while ripping open an alcohol pad. He rubbed it against her skin to cleanse it. She prayed that he didn’t see the goosebumps rising on her skin, but unfortunately they were very obvious. He assumed it was her body reacting to the sharp coldness of the pad, but it was actually because he was touching her. If anyone else in the world had done it, she wouldn’t have even noticed.

He dabbed the tip of a marker on her skin after determining a good placement. “Look at that in the mirror. Tell me if it looks good.”

She walked closer to the mirror in front of her to get a better look. The spot seemed right based on her anatomy. She twisted her hips to the side to see how the placement would shift with her body.

“Yeah, it looks good.” She met his eyes.

“Alright. Lay down and relax.”

Harry’s voice was low and calm, it was very comforting. She licked her lips and took a slow, deep breath while getting situated on the chair. He was busying himself with preparing the piercing equipment so he wouldn’t be staring at her exposed skin.

“Will it hurt?”

“Not really. You’ll be fine.”

Without warning, he wiped her skin again to get rid of the mark. Violet stared at the ceiling as she felt him touching her stomach. It was an odd feeling. She didn’t think she’d ever experience this. Part of her mind kept trying to trick her into thinking it was something more intimate than it actually was. He was just doing his job.

“Okay.” She muttered back, not fully trusting him.

Harry glanced at her face to make sure she was alright. Though her cheeks were flushed, she seemed to be fine. She was obviously holding her breath to remain calm, which made him smile. She was cute all the time, but she was even cuter when she did things like that.

“Take a deep breath. I’ll do it when you breathe out. Ready?”

“Yes.”

Violet squeezed her eyes as she felt the cold metal against her skin. Harry made sure to stay focused on the procedure and not directly on her. He kept his eyes fixed on her stomach and let his ears pay attention to her.

“Breathe out.” He told her.

She felt a slight pinch, but she honestly thought it was just his fingers. He secured the jewelry into the fresh piercing and laid his equipment down on the tray.

“Did you do it?” Violet lifted her head to see him.

“Yep. Didn’t feel anything, did you?” He smiled, glancing down at her belly button.

She sat up on the chair, careful not to touch the piercing. “No. Wow, that was super easy.”

“I’ve never had anyone say those hurt.” Harry started to toss away the trash and clean the tray off.

She took the opportunity to jump up and go over to the mirror. The piercing was definitely cute. She really liked the way it looked on her body. She wasn’t always the most confident when it came to her stomach, but this made some of that worry wash away. She was in love with it.

“Oh, it’s so cute! Thank you.” She squealed happily, clasping her hands together while staring at her reflection.

“Just take care of it. Those get infected easily.”

“I will.”

Harry sanitized the chair and finished wiping down everything. She stayed put and followed him with her eyes. It was sort of cute to her to see him doing all of this. It seemed like a task that didn’t really bother him. He was calm and collected. As he finished, he walked back to the counter and leaned on the edge.

The moment his eyes lifted to meet hers, Violet swallowed softly and tried to avoid getting flustered. It was impossible. Her face was warming quickly.

“So, you don’t want to go to the party with me?” He smirked lightly.

She pushed out a nervous laugh similar to one she gave Niall earlier. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to and you.. you said you didn’t know if you were even going.”

“What are you doing next weekend?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why did you say you can’t go?” Harry furrowed his brows as he waited.

“I.. I wouldn’t know anyone there.” She shrugged, trying to act like she didn’t care in hopes of him changing the topic.

“It’s gonna be a massive party. I won’t know most of the people.”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you like parties?”

Violet felt a tightness in her chest. He had never really bombarded her with so many questions before. The thought of being at a party with strangers was overwhelming. As much as she liked being adventurous, this didn’t seem like something she wanted to try.

“I’ve never really been to a big party.”

The moment he heard the softness of her voice, he sighed. She went from normal to very fragile. He didn’t want to get her too anxious. Harry thought it through for a minute while just looking at her. She chose to stare down at her hands now. The party would definitely be very crowded and chaotic, but he couldn’t shake the idea of her going with him out of his mind. He wanted her there. Not necessarily to experience the party, but just so he could be with her. It was selfish, he knew that, but he wanted to make it happen.

“Why don’t you just come with me? If you don’t like it, we can leave.” He pushed a hand through his hair as he patiently waited for her to cave in.

“Harry.” She mumbled his name.

She sounded like an angel every time she said his name. It made his heart skip beats and his stomach fall.

“It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really been into parties.” She shook her head.

“C’mon, please? You owe me, remember?” He tried to keep the conversation light hearted, so he grinned at her.

She stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of his teeth and happy expression. She liked it when he smiled. It showed off the dimples in his cheeks.

“Do you actually want to go? It seemed like you didn’t want to.”

Harry gulped lightly before replying. “I don’t wanna go with Niall, but I’d go with you.”

Sometimes, well most of the time, Violet didn’t quite know where they stood. Were they just two people slowly becoming friends, or was it more than that? She knew the feelings she got when she went around him aren’t the usual feelings you experience with a friend. It wasn’t her feelings she was unsure of, though. It was his. Did he feel the same way or even a remotely similar way that she did? She wondered if his heart fluttered whenever their eyes locked. She wanted to know if his stomach filled with butterflies when their skin touched. She needed to know so much, but she was too afraid to ask. It was risky. If she asked and he said no, it would crush her soul. So for now, she would just have to make guesses.

She thought about the party and the potential of getting to spend more time with him. It was intriguing. She had no real interest in the party itself, but perhaps she should take the chance while she had it.

“Are you dressing up?”

“In a costume? I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughed, shaking his head at the mere thought of that.

She crossed her arms. “I’ll only go if you put on a costume.”

He groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes. “Costumes aren't my thing.”

“And parties aren’t mine.” She stood her ground, giggling as he gave her a look.

Like she had done just moments ago, he started to contemplate everything. He would do pretty much anything to get to see her again. He’s already considered asking her if she had any more tattoo ideas just so he could get her back in the shop. Maybe he could go about it in an easier way. He licked his lips and huffed at her.

“Fine. I’ll wear something.”

She proudly smirked. “Then I’ll go with you.”

The conversation ended with a sigh from him. He led her upfront to the lobby, but he had no intention of getting any money from her. Violet was slightly confused as he walked towards the door and not behind the counter.

“How much is it?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Nothing.”

“What?”

“I said.. nothing. It’s on me.” He laughed lightly as he unlocked the door for her.

She hastily walked over to him. “No, Harry.”

“Consider it a trade for the tattoo you gave me.”

Her jaw dropped. “Harry, that’s insane. I didn’t give you an actual tattoo!”

He looked down at his arm and rubbed over the flower with his fingertips. “It’s still there, isn’t it? It’s real.”

“Don’t do this to me. Let me pay you.”

“No.” He chuckled.

“Harry!” Her whine made him laugh again.

“Violet.” He mocked her with a smile. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine for me.” She pouted her lips out.

As much as he wanted to stand there and stare at her mouth, he knew he couldn’t give it more than a quick glance. He sighed and shook his head.

“You’re not paying me.”

“Seriously?” She huffed.

“Seriously. Stop trying.” He couldn’t wipe off his grin.

It wasn’t much longer before they went their separate ways. Harry followed her out to her car, using wanting to smoke a cigarette as his excuse. Truthfully, he just wanted to make sure she made it safely to her car. A heavy sigh left his lungs as he lit the end of the cigarette and put it to his lips. Violet did a lot of things in life, but the most confusing one was what she did to him. It was like a spell. An intense, chaotic, euphoric spell that he couldn’t escape.

Well, it’s not like he was trying that hard to get free..

— —

Violet spent the week debating and going back and forth about her costume for the party. She wasn’t sure how serious her costume needed to be. Harry and Niall didn’t seem like the kind of people who went to traditional Halloween parties. Were people going to be in obvious costumes or were they going to be more mature and subtle? She was very nervous about her pick, but she hoped it would be fine.

Harry, on the other hand, didn’t think about the costume until the day before when he remembered he promised her he’d wear something. He picked up something, but he’d need her help to make it happen. He wasn’t stressing over it or making it a big deal.

They sent a few messages back and forth about the party. The arrangement was that Harry would just pick her up from her studio and he’d drive them, since he knew where they were going and wanted to make sure she was safely arriving. He didn’t want her wandering around looking for him amidst all the chaos.

The day of the party came quicker than she wanted it to. Although she was excited to see him, she was terrified of the fact they would be attending a party. Violet held her breath as she stared at her phone screen reading over Harry’s text. He sent it three minutes ago saying he arrived at the building. She was counting the seconds while waiting for him to appear on the other side of the door.

When he knocked, it took every ounce of control she had to resist squealing and jumping with joy. She opened the door and met his pretty eyes and wide smile. His eyes. The gasp she let out was real. He gave her a funny look, but didn’t say anything. She froze in place. He wasn’t wearing any eyeliner. It was obvious she was caught off guard, but she didn’t want him to know why. Something else caught her eye before she could spiral over her thoughts.

“Where’s your costume?” She asked with a frown.

Harry chuckled and held up the bag in his hand. “In here.”

She grabbed the bag and looked inside, but she didn’t find any kind of costume. Instead, it was full of face paint. As she looked back up at him, he sighed and shrugged.

“I need you to turn me into something.”

Violet lightly lifted a brow. “Please would be a nice thing to say.”

“Please.” He couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

She crossed her arms on her chest. “What do you wanna be?”

“I dunno. I figured you would be better at picking than me.” Harry was honest.

She smiled softly as her heart fluttered. He did things to her at times she couldn’t quite explain or comprehend. She stepped back and gestured him in.

“Come in, don’t be shy.”

Harry walked into the studio and let his eyes aimlessly wander around while Violet shut the door. She walked over to one of her tables that happened to be cleared off and sat his bag of supplies down. She plopped onto the chair and started to rummage through it.

“Is my costume good? I don’t look silly, do I?” She asked while sorting the items he brought.

From the second she opened the door, he’d wanted to compliment her outfit. The dress she had on was very pretty on her. The color fit her skin tone, the shape flattered her body, and the drape of the fabric made her look like an angel. The dress had short, puffy sleeves and a squared neckline. Her makeup was very glamorous, with a bit of whimsy here and there, and her hair was styled in a dreamy way. A sparkly tiara topped off the look. She looked like a real princess.

“No. You look fine.”

“I didn’t want to be anything scary.” She smiled as their eyes met.

“Princesses aren’t scary, don’t worry.” He said through an exhale. He pressed his hands on the table across from her and leaned down. “I want to be scary, though.”

“It’s coming across, yeah? That I’m a princess?”

“Yeah, the crown really seals the deal.” His smirk was full of amusement.

“Okay, good.” She giggled. “I didn’t want to buy anything new to wear.” She looked down at her dress and gently ran her hand over the fabric covering her stomach.

“You look like a princess.”

She felt her cheeks heat up at his words. It was time to move on before she exploded.

“So, scary, hm? Any ideas?”

“Not really.” He shook his head.

She combed through the options on the table while thinking about what she could pull off. It was flattering to know he had faith in her to do it right. He’s never been shy about complimenting her talents before, so it wasn’t surprising.

“We could do a clown or.. or like a skeleton.”

Harry licked his lips. “What are you more afraid of?”

“Clowns are creepy.” She snarled her lip slightly.

“Then make me a scary clown.”

Violet liked the way his laugh was laced through his words. She really adored seeing him display joy and happiness. It wasn’t often, and she wasn’t quite sure it was very natural, but she still cherished it each time.

“Alright.” She stood up and pointed to the chair. “Have a seat.”

Harry took a deep breath as he sat down. He was holding another bag, which he placed on the floor next to his feet. Violet noticed it and became curious.

“What’s in the other bag?” Her eyebrows lifted.

He instantly picked it back up and stuck his hand inside. “Oh, this is for you. I, uh, found it at the library. They were selling some books.”

She didn’t expect for him to pull out an art book. She gladly took it from him and examined the cover. As much as she was excited about the gift, she couldn’t seem to shake the image of him picking through books on a library shelf. She recalled seeing books at his place, maybe he was more into the hobby than she figured.

“You frequent the library, hm?”

He smiled lightly. “Occasionally, yeah. Do you have this one?”

She double checked the title and did a quick flip through. “No, no. I don’t. This is lovely, thank you.”

Harry felt his heart swell as a beautiful smile covered her face. He was glad to make that appear.

“You’re welcome. I figured you’d like it since it was eighteenth and nineteenth century based.” He tried to tone down his excitement and make himself seem less interested than he was, but he wasn’t doing too well at that.

Violet gave him a firm nod before walking over to her main work desk near her shelves. “Yeah, it’s right up my alley. I’ll find a good spot for it later.”

Harry noticed the area close to her. It was cluttered with what looked like some kind of photography scene. It was rather whimsical and full of color.

“What’s with the set up over there?” He asked curiously.

She glanced back at it. “Oh, um, a friend of mine, she’s a photographer, uh, took some photos of me for reference.”

“Reference for what?” His brows furrowed as the curiosity grew.

Violet took a very deep breath. “Well, for.. for Alice.”

There was an odd spark in his chest. Where did that come from? He swallowed gently, his eyes watching her closely as she started to pick through the costume makeup. She was purposefully not looking at him.

“You mean.. like, Wonderland Alice?”

“Mhm. You suggested it, remember?” Violet’s voice softened, but he could tell she wasn’t upset or anything bad.

Perhaps a tad bashful. How silly of her to ask if he remembered. He remembers every moment they’ve ever shared together. He could easily recall any conversation, any word, any remark. Every little thing.

“Yeah, I remember. I just didn’t think you’d do it.”

Violet gave him a look. “I said I'd try it out.”

“Oh. I hope to see how it goes.”

“If I do anything with the photos, I’ll tell you about it.” She smiled as she shifted her eyes to let his. “Do you want your whole face painted white or do you just want the eyes, nose, and mouth done?”

Harry chewed on his cheek as he thought about it. “I’d rather not have paint all over. If you think you can do it without the white, that’ll be better.”

Violet cocked a brow at him. “I can do it. Are you doubting me now?”

“No, definitely not.” He grinned.

The second her fingers touched his jaw to angle his head, he felt his chest tighten. The simplest touch from her could cure him of any sickness. She was full of magic, he was sure of it. Harry watched her select the items she wanted to use. He bought a few kits that came with cheap brushes, so she opened those to get them out.

Violet was locked in on the task at hand. She didn’t say a word for a couple of minutes as she worked the brushes in the costume paint and smeared it perfectly on his face. She wasn’t going off a reference since she was confident in her ability. Harry didn’t dare ask how things were going. She was intensely staring at his face as she worked and it sort of intimidated him. How strange it was to feel intimidated by someone dressed as a princess.. He liked it.

“Hold still.” Violet huffed as she grabbed his chin to keep his head in place.

“Getting rough with me, yeah?” He held in his laugh, but his smirk was uncontrollable.

She playfully rolled her eyes and let him go. “Not yet, but I will if you don’t sit still.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He mumbled back.

He managed to stay still and not get distracted by her. It was most likely due to the fact he had to keep his eyes closed as she applied the face paint. Every now and then, she’d have to grab his chin and mutter about keeping still, which would just make him chuckle and abide. Whenever her fingers press into his skin, the world would stop spinning for a moment or two.

Violet didn’t say much the entire time. She was focused completely on doing the clown makeup correctly, while also making it scary. It didn’t take them very long to finish.

Harry helped her throw everything back into the bag he walked in with. As he moved his hand, she noticed something that seemed very surreal.

“Your nails aren’t painted.” She said in a low voice.

He looked down at his fingers. “It all chipped off. I haven’t gotten around to painting them.”

She grabbed the trash from the packaging and walked off to toss it. “I have some black polish if you want to use it. I don’t use it very often.”

Harry’s eyes followed her as she moved around the studio. “What else do you have?”

“Huh?” She quickly glanced over her shoulder at him.

“What other colors?”

“Oh, um.. all colors, pretty much.” She grabbed the container of nail polish off the counter and carried it back to where he was sitting.

“Do you care if I pick one?”

She taught his gaze. “You don’t want black?”

“I’ll switch it up for tonight.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

She thought it was odd. She’s only ever seen him wear black polish. Maybe he was just in a black polish phase. He could be the kind of person to stick to one color for a few months then abandon it for another. She wasn’t sure, and she was far too anxious to ask. So, she slid the container over to him and smiled.

“Yeah, you can pick.”

She watched as he picked through the bottles of polish. He sat a couple down on the table as he came across ones he liked. Violet was curious to see which one he’d choose.

His eyes darted up. “Do you want to do it?”

“Pick a color?”

“No, paint them.” He smiled gently.

The thought of touching his hands was very intriguing and intense. It was making her heart skip beats and her stomach fall to her feet. Did she want to touch him? Of course. But more than anything, she needed to touch him.

“Do you want me to?” She swallowed as lightly as she could.

He looked back at the bottles. “My bare nails seem to bother you, so I figured you’d want to fix it.”

A giggle escaped her mouth. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s just not normal.”

“You don’t have to do it.” He shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

He’s never been big on flirting or teasing. He’s always just good at getting straight to the point and stating what he wanted from someone. But Violet made it all very different. He didn’t know how to talk to her, didn’t know how to express what he really wanted to say. So, sometimes he’d get too shy or embarrassed and just try to brush it off.

“No, I will. I don’t mind.”

As she picked up the bottle to give it a few shakes, she turned it over and read the name. A small laugh came from her, capturing his attention. He looked up at her with his brows furrowed.

“What is it?”

The prettiest grin flashed across her face. “This is called.. dark violet.”

“Guess I have good taste.” He felt his stomach twist.

Violet pulled up the other chair next to him and sat down. She took hold of his hand, trying her best to stay dissociated so she wouldn’t blush or squeal or do anything embarrassing. It was difficult, though. His skin was warm, and his eyes were fixed on her face as she brushed the polish onto each nail.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect.” He mumbled while she squeezed his finger to keep it steady.

She glanced at him. “If I’m doing it, it does have to be perfect.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She carefully coated each nail with the polish, being sure to not smear it onto his skin. She was precise and focused, like with everything else she did.

After letting his nails dry and Violet spending a few minutes tidying up the studio, they left to go to the party. Getting into Harry’s car was a bit daunting. She didn’t say a word the entire ride. Harry didn’t say anything, either. They were both nervous and too afraid to speak.

Violet wasn’t entirely sure where they were going. When he pulled up on a very packed street, she felt her stomach seize up. There were a lot of cars. She could only assume there were a lot of people. There was a big house decorated on the outside with spooky Halloween decor and lights. She could see small groups of people gathered in the front yard. That must be the party spot.

Just as Harry turned off the car, his phone started to ring. He answered it with a huff. Violet kept her lips sealed as she waited.

“What?”

Niall was on the other end of the call. “Are you here yet?”

“I just pulled up.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Alright.”

He shoved the phone into his pocket as he opened the door. He watched Violet get out of the car and fix her dress. She smiled sweetly as their eyes met. Niall caught a glimpse of Harry, so he decided to wait for them in the driveway. He was dressed as a vampire and so was his girlfriend. Violet recognized her from the shop. She wondered if Sky was nice or if she acted like Niall. He wasn’t necessarily mean, but he wasn’t the sweetest person she’s ever met.

“You’ve met Sky, right?” Harry said as they approached them.

“Yes, we’ve met.” Sky answered with a smile.

“Do you drink?” Niall asked with his brows high.

Violet swallowed the nervous lump in her throat. “Um, not really. I’ve had alcohol before, but not.. not in a while.”

“You gotta get drunk or high. Which one you picking?”

“I’ve.. I’ve never been drunk, and I don’t necessarily want to get high.” She hesitated to answer.

“Oh, then we’ll get you drunk.”

Harry sighed and stuck his hand out to stop Niall from trying to take possession of her. “No, we’ll give her some drinks. She doesn’t have to get wasted.”

“We’ll have a good time, Violet.” Sky grinned, then shifted her eyes to Harry. “I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

Harry clenched his jaw. He didn’t want Violet to know he cared so much. He grabbed her elbow and gently pulled her away from them. Violet let her head fall back so she could gaze up at him. He licked his lips and pushed out another deep breath. He had been sighing a lot since they arrived.

“Listen to me, aright? Do not accept any drinks from anyone besides me, Niall, and Sky. Understand?” His voice was stern and so was his stare.

Violet nodded. “Yes.”

“There’s gonna be a lot of people. If we get separated, just call me, okay?”

“Okay.”

He went to walk away, but she grabbed his hand and drug herself closer to him. Harry furrowed his brows and looked down at her.

“Do I look silly?” She asked with a soft pout.

“What are you talking about?”

Violet cut her eyes from him for a few moments. “Everyone I’ve seen looks scary. Do.. do I look stupid?”

“No, you’re wearing a costume. You look fine.”

“Promise?” Her pretty eyes were wide and sparkly like always, even while being filled with worry.

“Yes. If anyone has an issue with your costume, send them my way and I’ll handle it.” He couldn’t resist smiling.

She sighed, releasing his hand. “Okay.”

“C’mon.”

Harry put his hand on the small of her back and gave her a gentle nudge. He didn’t keep his touch there, which was disappointing for her. The closer they got to the house, the louder the music became. Violet swallowed nervously, was this a mistake? She’s never been into things like this before. Bars, parties, large get togethers.. they were not her thing.

When the door opened, she nearly fainted. There were tons of people inside. They were dancing, shouting, and laughing on top of the loud music. A cloud of smoke filled the air. A mixed smell of spilled beer and marijuanna was strongly present, too. This was definitely not her sort of thing.

She wasn’t sure what to do, but the moment Harry’s hand returned to her back to push her forward, she felt relieved. He hadn’t disappeared. They followed Niall into the kitchen. He seemed to know his way around. She didn’t recall either of them telling her any details about the party, perhaps they knew who owned the house?

As the large double doors in the kitchen swung shut behind them, the noise from the living room became more tolerable. Violet looked up at Harry, not sure what they were doing. He glanced at her, feeling her stare on him.

“Matt’s got an open bar.” Niall called out over his shoulder.

“Who’s Matt?” Her voice was soft, but Harry heard her.

“He owns the place.” He gently pushed her forward.

She started to walk towards Niall, hesitant but willing only because she knew Harry was right behind her.

“He’s a dealer.” Niall added.

She felt her chest tighten. “Oh.”

“Shut up, Niall.” Harry rolled his eyes. There were certain things about him that Violet didn’t know, and he was hoping to keep it that way.

“That means he’s got enough money to have an open bar at a fucking Halloween party.” Sky joined in on the topic.

It only made Violet more nervous. Everyone was in the loop except her. It wasn’t an outrageous thing to imagine Harry being into illicit activities, but that didn’t mean she wanted to believe it was true. Maybe it was just weed.. that wasn’t so bad. She didn’t consider that a dangerous thing.

“What do you want?” Niall’s voice snapped her back to reality.

“I.. I don’t know.”

“I got it.” Sky nudged him out of the way and handled getting her and Violet a drink.

Harry stood there quietly as he watched, keeping an eye on her reactions and behavior. She seemed nervous, but that was to be expected. As long as she didn’t look terrified, he wasn’t going to overreact.

“Here. You should like this.” Sky grinned as she handed Violet the cup.

She sniffed it, scrunching her nose up at the scent. Harry shifted his gaze to Sky, wanting to know what was in the cup. She ignored his stare and waited for Violet to take a sip.

“Oh.” She was pleasantly surprised. “This is good.”

Sky grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back from Harry. “C’mon, let’s go dance.”

“I.. I don’t dance.” Violet looked back to Harry as she was being tugged away.

He gave her an encouraging nod and a smile, hoping it would ease her nerves. Niall waited until the girls had disappeared before clearing his throat and speaking up.

“You gotta relax.”

Harry furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about?”

“You stare at the girl like you want to fuckin’ eat her, and not in a good way.”

“I’m just watching out for her.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Which is what I need you to do tonight.”

“Why the fuck do I have to watch her?”

“I didn’t say watch her all night, just.. just check on her and don’t let her get too far away.” Harry clarified.

Niall was not on board with this, but he knew he’d catch hell if he didn’t agree to it. Sky had already warned him to be mindful of Violet tonight. Getting bitched at by his girlfriend and his best friend wasn’t something he wanted.

“Do you want a drink, lover boy?” Niall asked with a cocky smirk.

“No.”

Typically, Harry would never turn down a drink. But tonight things were different, Violet was his responsibility. He wasn’t going to let himself get impaired and risk something happening to her. He’d never forgive himself. Besides, she didn’t need to see him drunk or high. That’s not how she knew him, not how they are around each other.

In the large living space, the crowd was dancing and singing along to the music. Some people were doing more than just dancing. It made Violet keep her eyes to herself. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. She didn’t want to seem lame so she downed the drink very quickly. Sky was trying to find them a spot to stand, but when she looked back and saw the empty cup, she changed the trajectory of her steps. Violet was yanked back into the kitchen. Sky broke out in laughter.

“I thought you said you didn’t drink!”

“I.. I don’t, really.” She smiled back, the effects of the alcohol starting to kick in.

“I’ll grab you another.”

“Where’s.. Harry?” She asked while looking around.

“There’s no telling.” Sky left her standing by the doors.

There was a warmth boiling under her skin and a dizziness in her head. She figured that the loud music and smoke weren’t helpful in preventing a headache, but in reality it was the liquor. She considered pulling her phone out and trying to call Harry, but she chose not to. She couldn’t be a loser so soon. She had to toughen up and trust Sky.

“Here. This has more alcohol.” She returned with another cup.

Violet shook the cup to spin the ice around. “Are we dancing now?”

“Yep!”

Her stomach was already feeling queasy, but she tried to ignore it. Sky pulled her into the crowd and immediately started to dance with her arms up in the air. Violet was not entirely confident about dancing, but she knew that nobody was actually concerned with what they were doing. No eyes were on her, nobody cared. So, she started swaying her hips and sipping the drink.

Across the room, Harry stood against the wall with Niall next to him. He could see Violet every few seconds in between the people around her. When they’d move, she’d appear. Watching her felt like both a task and a necessity.

It wasn’t long before Sky was pulling Violet back into the kitchen. Harry knew she’d be fine, so he didn’t attempt to follow them. He was unaware of their prior return, though, and he didn’t think Violet was the one getting another drink.

“Ease up.”

Harry huffed as Niall shoved his shoulder. “Shut up.”

“She’s alright.” Niall rolled his eyes.

He didn’t need the reassurance, and he definitely didn’t ask for it. He didn’t care about anything except Violet’s whereabouts. As long as he could see her, then everything was fine. She was safe and within his vicinity. It was fine.

It was fine, until it wasn’t. After an hour of him lurking around watching Violet dance, Sky decided they needed yet another round of drinks. Niall walked off as he saw them heading to the kitchen, but Harry stayed put.

He had lost count of how many times the girls went to get drinks. It was slightly worrying, but he stayed calm. Violet wasn’t far from him. He knew exactly what she was doing and who she was with.

He stared at the kitchen door until they came out of it. Niall left them to do their own thing, returning to his spot next to Harry. It was obvious that the drinks had caught up to Violet. She was around five or six drinks in, possibly a couple more but he wasn’t sure.

Sky was just as drunk, and it became more evident when they started to dance on each other instead of just in front of one another. Harry clenched his he as he watched Violet press her ass into Sky’s body. He wasn’t jealous or anything like that, more like tempted. He didn’t want to watch her move like that, watch her slide her hands down her own body, but he couldn’t look away.

Even though she had the flowing dress on, he knew what was beneath the fabric. He’s touched her hip, pressed his hand onto her thigh.. The thoughts made him swallow hard. He could’ve managed to ignore it if it hadn’t been for Niall.

“That’s kinda hot.” He gave Harry a smirk. “Y’know, we could—”

“Fuck off, Horan.” He cut him off.

He knew exactly what was about to say and he didn’t want to hear it. Niall laughed loud, finding more amusement in this than Harry.

“M’just playing.”

Harry blew a huff out of his mouth. “I need a smoke.”

Although the backyard wasn’t unoccupied, Harry felt like he had more space to breathe. Without sparing a second, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Impure thoughts were filling his mind, tempting images appeared and desires burned through him. Violet always looked beautiful, but tonight she was stunning. Something about the way she moved her body while she danced was captivating. All he could think about was sex.

It was impossible to not think of her that way. He wasn’t objectifying her. He wanted to worship her body from head to toe. His possessiveness over her had nothing to do with wanting to control her. He simply just wanted her. He wanted to be hers. There was no way he could ever do that, no way he would allow himself to get that close with her. She deserved way more than he could ever offer her. He would destroy her.

Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the combined laughter of the three people walking up behind him. As he blew smoke out of his mouth, a finger tapped on his shoulder blade. He jumped and snapped around as if he was going to go off in a fit of rage, but that anger fizzled away when he locked eyes with Violet.

She grinned. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

He sighed lightly and shook his head. “It’s fine.”

His eyes scanned over her features. She was definitely drunk, there was no doubt about that. Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, smiling in the cutest way he’s ever seen. Her lips parted, but before she could speak, Niall interrupted.

“Do you wanna hit?”

Violet looked over and saw the thing Niall was holding between his fingers. She swallowed harshly and darted her eyes to Sky, who was waiting for the answer.

“Is that..” Her soft voice trailed off.

“Yeah.” Harry reached for her waist and gently pulled her a few steps away. “You don’t need to mess with that right now.”

She looked down at his hand before it fell back to his side. Slowly, she crept her gaze up his chest and over his painted face. Did she actually want to try it out? No, but Harry didn’t have to know that. She figured it might make her seem more interesting and cool. He liked that sort of thing, right?

“I can try it.” She shrugged.

“No, you’re drunk.” Harry gave her a serious look.

Niall rolled his eyes. “Give her the cigarette instead.”

That idea sounded more appealing. “Yeah, let me try!”

He huffed at her grin. Why was she excited about this? He licked his lips as he rolled the cigarette between his thumb and index finger. Violet flashed him another cute smile and batted her lashes again.

“You’re not gon’ like it.” He gave in too easily.

She took the cigarette from him and brought it to her lips. All she could really think about was the fact this thing had been in between his lips. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle as she started to cough and wave her hand in front of her face to clear the air. She gave it back to him and rapidly shook her head.

“No, I.. I don’t like that at all.”

Violet glanced over towards Niall, but he had walked off with Sky. She saw them wrapping their arms around each other and kissing like they were alone. It made her slightly uncomfortable. Harry finished off the cigarette in their shared silence. From the redness of her eyes and cheeks, he assumed she was very drunk. It was obvious she didn’t do this a lot, her body didn’t tolerate it.

“Harry.” She tilted her head back, those sparkling eyes gazing up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Can you get me another drink?”

“C’mon.” He nodded his head towards the house.

Without thinking, she grabbed his wrist. “Oh, oh! Then we can go dance!”

Her excited expression was rather adorable. He laughed lightly and started guiding her to the door.

“We’ll see.”

Harry let her keep his wrist in her tight grip as they weaved through the crowds and past people to get to the kitchen. Her head was pounding, the music couldn’t even penetrate it. She chose not to say anything about it in fear of being seen as a wimp. Did she think Harry would actually be irritated with that? No, but her mind was foggy.

“Hey.” Harry tugged her into the corner.

The sudden movement made her stomach drop in a not very pleasant way. She moved her eyes up to his and furrowed her brows.

“How many drinks have you had?”

She could see he was concerned, but she shook her head and mumbled. “I dunno. Four, I think.”

“I think it’s been more than four.” Harry looked down at her hand as she let him go. He didn’t want her to do that. “What exactly have you been drinking?”

Violet tried to recall if she was told anything. “I.. I don’t.. know. Just whatever Sky gives me.”

Her eyes wandered off and it immediately caught his attention. He grabbed her elbow and leaned down so she would definitely hear him.

“You’ve gotta slow down, okay? You’re gonna get sick.”

She laughed it off. “M’fine. It’s fun! I’m having fun, Harry.”

He let go of her arm. “Stay right here. Don’t move.”

“Okay.” She chirped out a response.

She had never had more than two drinks at a time. The things her body was experiencing were strange. She didn’t quite understand it. Her body felt weightless, yet her head was throbbing with aches and her eyelids felt as heavy as stone. Her mind was a blur, yet all she could think about was Harry. Even when she was dancing earlier with Sky, her mind kept spinning on and on about him - more than usual.

She watched him from across the room. His arms were so nicely sculpted, his frame tall and broad. It was making her insides melt. Even though his features were covered by the clown paint, she kept thinking about how gorgeous he was. Nothing could obscure that.

When he returned, he gave her the cup. She flashed him a bright smile.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” He sighed as she instantly started to take big gulps of the drink. “Violet, slow down. I’m not gonna take it from you.”

“Fun, Harry. I’m having fun.” She giggled as she licked the drops off her lips.

He swallowed at the sight, but pushed away his thoughts. “You won’t be having fun when you’re throwing up later.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed him, this time opting to actually take his hand. “C’mon, dance with me!”

He let her lead the way this time. It was difficult for him to tolerate the loud music and everything going on around them without alcohol in his body, but he knew he had to ignore it for her sake. He needed to keep a clear head so he could look after her. Violet drug him in the middle of the crowd of people dancing and started to jump around. He wanted to stop her from chugging the drink, but it was gone before he even realized what she was doing. She grabbed his other hand and tried to get his arms to move, but he barely let her have control.

“Dance!” She yelled out, laughing as she flopped his arms around.

He shook his head and gave her a smile, not wanting her to think he was in a bad mood. He just didn’t like doing that sort of thing. After a minute, she let his hands go and threw her arms in the air. She had never heard the current song before, but she was acting like it was her favorite one ever created.

It was quite amusing to watch her dance and bob her head around to the music. A clear thought hadn’t processed through her brain since she finished the first drink. The moment she reached for his neck with both of her hands, all of her usual worry and anxiety ceased to exist. The alcohol had consumed her entirely. Harry licked his lips as he took hold of her forearms to pull her arms down. She shook her head and laughed at him as she managed to sling her arms around his neck. She pulled herself upward, forcing their bodies together.

Harry’s hands fell on her waist, gripping her tight to keep her steady. “Violet.”

“Dance with me, Harry!” She grinned as her hand slid up to cradle his jaw.

He leaned his head back, trying to get free, but she didn’t let him. Holding her like this was something he had only dreamed of before now. He kept his hands in place, though. He didn’t dare move them down.

Even with his tight hold, she was swaying her body and moving her hips in ways that made his stomach fill with butterflies. He shouldn’t be thinking of her this way. It was too hard to ignore it. One of her hands fell down to his chest where she fisted his shirt. The feeling of her being so close to him, literally holding on to his body was intense. He couldn’t fight it.

As he stared down at her beaming smile, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to kiss her lips. It was something he wanted to do so damn bad, but he knew he shouldn't. Yet, he didn’t stop himself. His lips touched hers softly, making both of their hearts spark. Violet gripped his nape and tried to push further into him, but he leaned up and shook his head. She gave him a pout, hoping it would ease him up. It didn’t work. If he gave in to her, he’d regret it. He was nothing but trouble, nothing but a walking disaster. It had happened so fast she wasn’t even sure if it was real.

She attempted again, trying to yank him down to her level, but he didn’t let her. Harry sighed and let go of her waist. Violet was about to protest, but he quickly grabbed her hand and started pulling her behind him. She wrapped her hand around his wrist to keep her balance.

Harry didn’t let up until he had her in the backyard. She looked around, confused on how they ended up out here. He led her to a bench that sat on the patio. It was quieter out here and less people were suffocating them.

“What are we doing?” She asked confused as he sat down, finally letting go of her.

“Taking a break.” He huffed, avoiding her eyes.

Violet looked at the open spot next to him, but that didn’t seem very comfortable or desirable right now. Without hesitation, she propped herself on his lap. Harry held his hands up away from her body.

“Violet.”

His stern voice didn’t scare her. She giggled sweetly and shrugged as her arm went around his neck.

“You’re comfy.”

A defeated exhale left his mouth. “And you're drunk.”

Her fingers started to twirl in the hairs at the bottom of his head. “I don’t care.”

“I care.”

Harry tried his best to get her arm down, but she locked her elbow and opted to slide her fingers into his hair to keep herself anchored. He gave her a look, trying to convey that he was serious, but she ignored it. She might be drunk, but she was certain of at least one thing — Harry was not intimidating right now. Every time before this, he definitely was. One glance from him could make her anxiety flare up, one touch would send her heart into overdrive. But right now? Nothing could scare her. The alcohol had given her a superpower, and she was determined to use it.

“M’okay, Harry. Don’t have to worry.” She whispered to him, her eyes moving down his face.

His eyes were pretty to glare at, but all she could think about were his lips. She wanted to feel them again, for longer than just a second. She wanted to taste his mouth, feel his tongue against hers. She wanted this. He couldn’t come up with anything to say as he watched her stare at his mouth. Her hand came up to touch his jaw, tilting his head back slightly. He sighed the moment she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chin.

“Violet, wait.” He grunted as a kiss touched the corner of his mouth.

“No, please, let me.” She muttered against his lips, her eyes already closed.

“You don’t want to do this.. you’re just drunk.” He grabbed her forearm, but the moment he felt her warm skin against his, he couldn’t pull away. He froze in place with her. “Vi.”

She smiled at the cute nickname he had never used before. “No, I do. M’good at kissing, Harry.”

“I’m sure you are, but—”

Violet pressed a kiss to his lips. To both of their surprise, he returned it. His hand finally took hold of her hip as he let her push her tongue through his lips. She kissed him like she’d never see him again. There was a small fear she’d never get to do this again, so why not make the most of it? Kissing Harry, really kissing him, felt like a dream come true. It was everything she had imagined it would be, and she had definitely imagined it. All of the confusing feelings and conflicting thoughts finally made sense. She was truly obsessed with him, fascinated by his existence. He was all she wanted.

Harry was just as lost in the kissing as she was, until he realized her fingers were pulling at his hair. This can’t happen, this can’t be something they think is normal. He grunted lightly and tore his lips from hers.

“Mm, Vi.”

She was breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. “See? Told you I was good.”

He gave her a gentle shake of his head. “You can’t do that again.”

She cocked a brow at him and smirked. “Oh yeah? Watch me.”

This time both of her hands grabbed his face. He melted in her palms. He slid his tongue over hers and savored every second of it. But it couldn’t last long, it just couldn’t ever happen again. He pulled away, turning his head to dodge her lips. She peppered kisses over his cheek, trying to coax him back in.

“Stop, Violet. Stop.” His stern voice was once again not threatening to her.

“Harry, please.”

“No.”

“Let me kiss you.” She whined, pushing his hand away as he tried to pull her arm down.

“Violet.”

Her forehead fell against his, her fingers rubbing his skin as she tried her hardest to change his mind. How hard could it be? Surely he wanted this as much as her. It would break her heart if he didn’t.

“Kiss me, Harry. Please.. kiss me.” She begged in the softest voice she’s ever used.

He shook his head, his voice low. “No, Violet.”

“W-why?” Her stammer made his heart sink.

“Because.”

“Because you.. you don’t..” She was too afraid to say it.

You don’t want me. You don’t like me. You don’t want to kiss me.

“You’re drunk.”

She pushed a lump down her throat. “I know what I want.”

“I.. I can’t, Vi.” He squeezed her hip, hoping it would help give her some comfort.

A sadness covered her pretty face. “You know.. what you want. You don’t.. want to.”

“Violet—”

She suddenly let him go and stood up. She fixed her dress and took a deep breath. Harry jumped up the second she started to walk away. He hurried in front of her and held his hand up to stop her, too nervous to touch her again.

“Where are you going?”

He had rarely seen her angry. He couldn’t remember if he ever really had witnessed it before. But right now, she was mad. She rolled her eyes and huffed at him.

“To find Sky. I need a drink.”

Without saying anything else, she walked around him and headed for the door. He resisted the urge to chase after her. He sat down on the bench, pulling out his cigarettes almost immediately. It was his intention to burn through the entire pack before he got up again. He didn’t want a cigarette, he wanted something more, but he couldn’t do that tonight. He couldn’t let Violet discover that part of his life. She would wonder about it all she wanted, but she could never find out. It would make things worse than they already were.

Back inside, Violet was trying to find Sky or Niall, but she had a hard time seeing them under the flashing lights. The thick haze of smoke didn’t help either. Everything was loud and chaotic. Her brain couldn’t process anything. If she was staring right at either of them, she wouldn’t have known it. They weren’t around her, though. They had no idea she was searching for them. Niall left her with Harry, so he assumed she was being taken care of. It wasn’t his priority anyway.

She ended up in the kitchen. She lingered in the corner as she watched people walk in and out, the same corner Harry had pulled her in earlier. Thoughts of him filled her mind quickly. She groaned and tried to push it all out. He hurt her feelings, now was not the time to lust over him.

“Princess or a queen?”

An unfamiliar voice made her flinch. She looked up and met the eyes of a complete stranger. He didn’t have any sort of costume on, just a beer in his hand and a smirk on his face.

“What?”

He glanced down at her dress. “Are you a princess or a queen?”

She followed his eyes down and remembered where she was. A sigh slipped out as she pressed her hand against her forehead. The question reminded her of earlier in the day when she asked Harry about her costume.

“Um, a princess.” Violet tossed her hands up. “I’m a princess.”

“Well, you’re quite a pretty one.” He smiled more genuinely this time.

She stared at the guy for a few moments, taking in his features and his presence. He wasn’t ugly by any means. Compared to Harry, he was an average looking guy. There were no obvious tattoos or piercings, no dark liner or polish. He was what she normally found herself attracted to. There she was again thinking about Harry when she had no reason to. The thoughts frustrated her so much that she made a quick decision to ditch the guy.

Entering the living room felt like she was transported to another world. Everything was more amplified than before. The music, the crowd, the smells - everything was banging hard on her senses. It was overwhelming and stressful. Her stomach began to churn. She pressed her hand on her body, hoping that it was just her nerves and not anything else.

Unbeknownst to Violet, Harry’s plans on smoking all of his cigarettes had ended when he got the not so smart idea to distract himself with something more fulfilling than a stick of tobacco. He threw down the half smoked cigarette and made his way inside. He didn’t care where Violet was, or so he was trying to convince himself of that. His goal was to get someone to completely wipe away the thought of her.

Violet leaned herself against a wall. Her body began to ache in different places as she stood there quietly, staring at the floor. She didn’t want another drink. She didn’t want to dance. She just wanted to leave, but she didn’t know how. Niall and Sky were nowhere to be seen. She was alone.

She stayed in the same spot for a while, just gazing at the floor as she disassociated from reality. All she could see in her mind were images of Harry. Why didn’t he want to kiss her? She didn’t want to believe that he didn’t like her in some way. Surely he did. It felt like he did. She really hoped that he did. Maybe he didn’t.

She began to think of ways she could ditch their friendship. There was no way she would be able to ever face him again after he rejected her. Maybe it was her turn to completely ignore him for weeks, but instead of coming back she’d just never speak to him again. She could quit her volunteer work at the shelter and never have to see his mother again. She could avoid the area of town where the tattoo shop was. She could just simply go back to how things were before she ever knew him. That would be virtually impossible. There was no way in hell she’d ever be able to forget him.

Someone walked by her, creating a gust of air that caught her attention. She looked up and started staring into the crowd. Nothing mattered for a bit, until she shifted her gaze and saw something truly heart shattering.

Harry was amongst the crowd of dancing people with his hands on a girl’s body. Violet furrowed her brows as she looked over the girl’s appearance. She looked nothing like her. Everything was different, from her hair color to her height to her build. It was all different. That was it. That was why he didn’t want to kiss her.. because she didn't look like that. What hurt her more was the realization that he was laughing and actively dancing with this girl. He was letting her grind her body on him, touching her in ways that Violet could only dream of. He didn’t want to do that with Violet..

She pushed herself off the wall and ran to the kitchen doors. She shoved them open just in time to run smack into that same guy that she spoke to before. He grabbed her arm and laughed as he helped her steady her feet.

“Sorry, princess.” He smiled.

Something about that made her feel different. It made her feel wanted. She licked her lips and looked down at his other hand, which was now occupied by a plastic cup. Now was her chance to pick up the fun and enjoy the party.

“What are you drinking?” She asked with a smirk.

[a/n: enjoy the cliff hanger! very interesting stuff to come.. I included the teaser photo above so there’s no teaser post for this update..]

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