Paris At Midnight (H.S)

Chapter Nine

Violets POV

I haven't seen Harry in a week or so since he dropped me off at my apartment. Me and Calum and the boys had been meeting for coffee or dinner almost every night. They are great company and really good people.

Tonight was the night of the banquet and I still had no clue what piece I wanted to put on display. Calum, Luke, Ashton and Micheal were all coming tonight also.

It feels nice to have a system of support. I don't feel as alone as I once did when I was with my father.

I finally had decided on a piece of artwork of mine that I wanted to put in the banquet. Part of me still felt terrible for even being a apart of it. I didn't deserve any of it. Not one bit. I was considering backing out still.

Suddenly my thoughts broke with the sound of the knock at the door. I immediately stood up and made my way to the door and opened it.

Standing at the door was Calum.

I felt relieved in a way. More calm.

As I opened the door I couldn't help but smile and just as quick as I smiled and pulled him immediately into a hug. Catching Calum off guard, but he quickly hugged me back. "How are you feeling Vi?" He asked me. Wondering how I feel about the banquet I'm guessing.

I pull away to look at him and frown slightly. "Im absolutely fucking terrified Cal. Im shitting bricks right now." I speak quiet because my nerves are shot all different ways.

He chuckled and shook his head slightly. "Violet, stop freaking yourself out. You are very talented and I know you are going to rock this shit tonight." Calum spoke encouragingly to me. To be honest it made me feel much better.

I put my hands to my face and groaned. "Calum I don't even know if anyone will like my artwork."

Suddenly my hands were pulled from my face and my eyes met a irritated Calum's eyes.

"Violet. You need to start giving yourself more credit than this. Your a great artist. You love doing it. Why can't you just let this happen for yourself? If you don't want to do it that is your choice."

He was right. I was making so many reasons for this not to happen. I didn't want to believe I can have something this good in my life.

I nodded quietly. "Im sorry." Was the only thing that came out barely above a whisper.

I heard a chuckle and looked up being met with the warm smile I know so well. "Stop apologizing Vi. Seriously. I just want you to do what you you think is best for you thats all." He smiled warmly with his words.

I took a deep breath letting the fresh air feel up my lungs and letting the clouded air filled with so many doubts out.

"Im gonna do it." Thats all I could manage to say with all my nerves trying to work against me.

He nodded and sat on the couch. "Go get ready, We only have a hour before we need to leave." He smiled and spoke so kindly towards me. Not rushing me.

I nodded and headed to my room to get dressed. I had no idea what to wear to such a posh event. I had never in my life been to an event like that. I decided on a outfit because Harry told me not too long ago that it was a nice dressed event.

I never wear dresses. I personally am not very fond of them. They are uncomfortable and just way too classy for my liking. So I never wear them.

Well. Except tonight.

I decided on the one beautiful dress I had. A dark blue, sleek, slender and elegant dress. It was beautiful. In all honesty too beautiful for me to wear. It was the one that seemed right though. So I put it on. I felt weirdly confident. I looked fucking amazing. I didn't put much makeup on besides some mascara and chapstick. My hair down, and flowing gently on my shoulders.