Paris At Midnight (H.S)

Chapter Ten

Violets POV

I couldn't help the gulp that went down my throat. I had not had someone this close in such a long time. It felt so unnatural.

"Well?" He asked curiously. Moving his lips to the crook of my neck. Not touching, hovering. Hot breaths hovering on my neck making it impossible to focus and think straight.

I looked away and looked at the gallery above us. The ceiling. My favorite work of art ever. The gallery of Apollo.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes so maybe id be able to focus more on my breathing and being more calm and collected. Even though I was freaking out on the inside.

My voice come out nothing above a whisper. "I don't know.." I trailed off and took a deep breath.

My thoughts got cut off quickly when my jaw got snapped to the side gently. I opened my eyes urgently and was met to those beautiful green eyes. His hand rest gently on the side of my neck.

"Thats not an answer Blossom." he smirked and dropped his head shaking it disapprovingly. Making a pop noise with his tongue. "Is it that hard?" He snapped his head back up meeting my eyes.

I just looked at him and drew my eyes back up to the ceiling. "I want to admire the art." I whisper out.

He chuckles lowly and moves away from me. "Why not go admire your own art?" he asked as he moved away from me and looked at the ceiling of art above us. "I don't understand what you see in this art to be quite honest." He spoke plainly.

I made my way around the room and just stared at the stunning art that tainted the ceiling from each corner.

"Its beautiful. It has meaning to me and I hold it special to my heart. Art is beautiful when most things aren't.." I just trail off. That was until I felt a light and gentle hand fall on my waist.

I moved my eyes around the ceiling to focus better. Trying not to focus on the warm breath hitting my ear from behind. I was focused on the art above until he spoke the few words.

"You need to let loose y'know." He spoke quietly against my ear. Clouding my thoughts in every aspect he can.

I just took a deep inhale in. I cant find the words to even speak a word back to him if I wanted too.

"Whys that Harry.." the worlds rolled off my tongue voluntarily. Barely giving me time to stop the question from even entering the air around us.

I suddenly felt the slow drag of a warm hand move down my arm slowly. "Your so tense all the time darling.." He whispered lowly to me. "Every time I see you you are in your own little world of worries." He spoke soothingly too me as his hand finally found my waist. Flipping me around to meet his eyes. Inches away from touching his lips with my own.

"Why not throw your worries away for a moment?" He spoke gravelly into my ear which only made my heart pick up speed. "I can do that for you..." The words that left his mouth made my heart freeze. I couldn't even think of words to speak back to him. My mind was shutting down. Not good.

"Would you like that Little Blossom?" He asked leisurely.

My mind was completely in a place of its own when I nodded in reply. I nodded yes.

I saw the smirk that curled at his lips. He was enjoying this so much more than he led on. "Oh darling...Im going to need words. Understand?" He asked as he moved his free hand to cup my jaw ever so gently.

I gulped and barely choked out the yes that rolled off my lips. He enjoyed that.

He drew his lip in between his teeth and then let it go with a smirk plastering his face. "Good girl." Before I could reply he suddenly moved his lips to my neck. Earning a slight gasp from me.

The way his soft lips tainted my skin was ungodly. It felt as though I was sinning. Yet I didn't care one bit.

His lips dragged agonizingly because it was so slow. Teasing every inch the skin on my neck that he could. Every so often leaving a love bite for me to remember this moment.

I couldn't help the quiet whimper that left my lips. Harry was relishing in this moment. I knew it when I felt his lips curve into a smirk against my skin. Then he dragged his lips against my skin, up to line of my jaw.

Feeling the plump lips and soft, gentle kisses that were planted on my jaw confused me even more. Who is Harry? He is being so gentle at this moment. Every other time he is cold and distant to everyone he comes across.

My mind was to distracted to even go into that questions. Especially when his hand lifted the bottom of my dress up slightly. Squeezing the fabric on my hip.

Then his lips moved up to my lips. He took my lips between his and bit lightly and then let go of my lip. His lips were sweet and soft.

Our mouths moved in a rhythm. In sync. I moved my hands onto his face and held his face in my hands. His lips moved at a pace mine couldn't keep up with. Until I finally met his pace. I couldn't get enough of his lips.

Somehow my back met the wall and I was pinned. I wasn't complaining though. My fingers suddenly tangled through his thick curls. His hands groping my waist.

Fuck.

I suddenly pushed against his chest lightly because this didn't feel right anymore. I felt as though we were rushing. I mean I barely know who Harry is at all. Im better than that. I should be out there focusing on the banquet. Yet here I am. In my favorite gallery with Harry attached to my lips.

"Harry.." I whisper out between sloppy kisses.

He groans lowly but barely. He took me saying his name in pleasure. "Harry..We need to stop.." I trail off as he kisses me.

He heard me though. I knew he did when his lips drew away from mine and I looked up into his green eyes.

His face was stone. He looked perfectly fine as he ran a hand through his hair. "Well this was fun Blossom." He spoke smoothly. As if nothing had just happened. He pulled himself away from me and  fixed his collar. "See you around." He smirked and turned away and left.

Just like that.

He was cold and distant. Like I knew he was, because he didn't get what he wanted.

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Here is the Apollo Gallery. For a visual representation of what it looks like.