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Chapter 41

And if you like having secret little rendezvous
If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do
Then baby, I'm perfect
Baby, I'm perfect for you

— One Direction, Perfect

. . . .

"What the hell were you thinking?"

For the first five minutes, Harry just paced back and forth, rubbing his prickled jaw, with me sitting in silence. Then after that, he began barking at me about how my actions have consequences and that violence is never the answer to solving your problems. I understand, and he's right, but I hate her so much and that anger just happened to bubble up, bursting out of my fists as a result of my rage.

"I was pissed off, okay?" I press the ice pack back against my hip where Emma kneed me while Harry was prying me off of her. "Besides, I thought you'd be happy that I stood up for you."

"I am, Vi," He pauses to walk over to me and nudges me to stand. He takes my seat then pats his thigh for me to sit. "I'm over the moon that you defended me and Lilly. I just don't want you throwing yourself into fights and getting hurt. You may only have a bruised hip, but she could have seriously hurt you, and the last thing I want is for you to be killed by my lunatic ex girlfriend."

I don't regret attacking her. She deserved it, without a doubt. She desperately needs rehab to deal with the drug and alcohol abuse. After everything Harry's told me and from my encounter with her, I don't regret it at all.

"Why do you always date the psychopaths?" I wrap my arms around his neck and twirl a loose curl with my fingertips.

"You're crazy, Violet."

"Well, I'm not crazy, because technically, we're not dating."

He pauses for a couple seconds, licking his lips and staring off to the side. His head drops, and I can see the bulges off his cheeks, indicating he has a wide grin on his handsome face.

When he finally does look up, his eyes are bright bursts of light. His smile is large, and his dimples are like tiny craters indented into his cheeks. He licks his lips slowly, and the grip of his arms around my waist gets tighter.

"About that..." He trails off and my mind and heart go racing. "I've been thinking, and I'd love it if you would...well, be my girlfriend?"

Never in a million years would I have expected him to ask me to be his girlfriend. When we started this, all I thought was that he would keep my grade high, and I would keep him pleasured, but never to be his girlfriend. And I never thought he'd be nervous about anything. He's always so confident about whatever he does. Whether it's teaching, speaking in a large crowd of people, or standing up against someone bigger than him that's putting down something he loves.

"I'd love to."

. . . .

"Violet," Harry's hot breath is directly beside my ear. His fingers lazily trailing looping patterns over my skin near my bellybutton, "Wake up, love. I made dinner."

I ignore him and roll over onto my side so I'm not facing him. I'm physically drained after this whole week of school and work, and a little extra time to sleep never hurt anyone. The blankets are surrounding me, and I'm pretty sure all of the pillows on the bed are either on the floor with our clothes or surrounding me. But when he strips away the thick barricade of blankets, I chuck a heavy pillow at his face.

"Don't you want something to eat? I attempted to make your favorite meal, but I'm not sure if it turned out okay or not." His hand comes down to rub my back.