Paris At Midnight (H.S)

Chapter Seven

Violets POV

I turned my body towards the voice. My skin lit up with goosebumps. My eyes landed directly on him. I felt my breathing slow just for the fact that I had no idea why he was here.

While looking at him I saw his smirk as he walked towards me. "Hey Little Blossom." He spoke so intensely. I couldn't tell wether or not he was being kind or if he was just putting up a front.

"My name is not Blossom. My name is Violet. Please stop calling me that." I tried to ask politely. I didn't want to be rude. Even if he was being annoying.

He just chuckled and smirked again. Moving a hand up to my cheek and placing it gently on my warm skin. I immediately tensed up. I didn't want him touching me again. Right when I was about to protest to the touch he spoke before I could.

"Excited for the banquet Little Blossom?" He smirked devilishly.

Wait.

How did he know about that? They don't just tell anyone about that do they? "How do you know about that..." I whisper out. My stomach kept twisting. The fact he knew about it made me uncomfortable.

He looked me right in the eyes and put both of his hands on my cheeks making the air freeze in my lungs from the contact. I felt uncomfortable with this interaction.

"Who do you think got you the spot in this big banquet?" He smiled wickedly and chuckled under his breath.

I was shocked. I didn't know what to do or say until my mind caught up to speed and decided for me. My hands immediately pushed against his chest pushing him off of me. "What the fuck?" Was all I could manage to get out. I stepped back from him. Looking at him with sadness. "You got me that spot?" My eyes felt a little watery, but I refuse to cry in front of this asshole.

He just smiled and shook his head. Slowly making his gaze back up to meet my eyes with his. I could see his jawline sharpen as he got more annoyed. "You really thought you got it yourself?" He laughed.

I was hurt by his words, but he was right. I didn't do anything to get this spot nor did I even deserve it.

My eyes fell to the ground, looking at my feet. I couldn't look at him. I was humiliated. Suddenly I felt a sharp exhale and I couldn't even bring myself to look up. I wanted to run away and just hide. That was until I felt the cold and harsh grip on my hips. Making me stumble forward until I was against a hard chest. My stomach twisted into a knot.

"Look at me." He spoke sternly and coldly. He wanted me to obey his words. Why should I?

I just kept my gaze on the ground and pushed his hands trying to pry grip off of my hips. I didn't want him touching me. He just thought it was okay, and it wasn't. Not even close to it.

Suddenly the gripped tightened and I felt my chin being snatched up to meet his eyes. His eyes were cold and there was a storm behind them. Something he was thinking intensely on.

I tried pushing my fist against his chest now. Not wanting him any closer. His grip was firm though. Not painful. Just firm. "Let me go." I tried to stand my ground. Yet I still felt un confident with my words.

When I looked back up at his eyes I felt my soul shiver. His eyes were so diligent. He immediately let me go and looked at his hands and then stumbled to his pocket for something. Cursing to himself and pulling out a lighter and a cigarette. He smokes.

The way his hands held the cancerous stick so delicately was such a contrast from the harsh grip on my hips just seconds ago.

As he lit the cigarette and drew it up to his lips I felt like I shouldn't be here any longer.

As I was turning to walk away I felt a light grip on my wrist. I turned my head slightly to look at the man who I knew was holding my wrist. He held the cigarette between his lips and then took it out abruptly. He was looking at me right in the eyes now. His features looked softer than before.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean to grip you that hard." He said softly and a little quiet. He didn't want to say it because he was embarrassed.

As I looked at him I couldn't help but just furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "You shouldn't be touching me at all Harry." I spoke so quietly. It was meant to come out louder. I wanted to sound stern. Not quiet.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and started to grin slightly. "Are you upset Violet?" He spoke calmly as he drew smoke out of the cigarette.

I took a deep breath and averted my gaze to the ground, not wanting to look at him much longer. "I am actually. You continue to think it is okay to put your hands on me. Like I am a object of sorts or some shit. Its not okay. Let me make it fucking clear." I dart my eyes up to his suddenly with the new found courage behind my words.

He looked surprised by my outburst. At least until he just chuckled and shook his head, releasing the smoke that was trapped behind his pink lips. "Oh darling, you really think you can talk to me that way?" He questioned me stepping closer.

I stayed firm in my spot. Not wanting to show weakness now. Then looked at him in his green eyes. "Yes. I can. You think its okay to put hands on me so I will talk however the fuck I want. Problem?" I asked him as he stepped closer again. His eyes looked a shade darker when the words left my lips.

Suddenly I saw his jaw clench making his jawline sharp and more evident. I couldn't help but gulp it sudden sharp and cold demeanor. He looked dead at me and threw the cancer stick on the ground and stomped on it once, putting it out and stepping towards me. I couldn't help but let my anxiety get the best of me.

He was going to hit me. Like my father had always done. I knew the routine and steps by now. The steps that led up to the hit. It always involved me making someone angry or upset. Now I had made Harry upset. I only expected the worst, worst part was that it was my fault. Because I made him mad.

He finally stepped in front of me and I immediately shut my eyes, waiting for the smack or hit. I didn't feel a hit though. I didn't feel anything. I only heard quietness.

When I slowly opened my eyes and looked back up at Harry, his eyebrows were furrowed together and looking at me in confusion.

"Why did you flinch?" He asked plainly but I could tell he had different thoughts in his mind.

What was I going to tell him?