Clouis and Violetine ONE-SHOTS 💅

Backstage Crush - Violetine

Summary: Violet see's a girl that she wants to start things with, at one point a bad impression is made based on a misunderstanding. Will they clear things up?

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(Everyone in this is 21+, ITS A MODERN AU BTW -TW: Very small Mentions of drug abuse, and alcohol) [This is a little something for the Violetine kiddos, I love Clouis but yall deserve some fanfic to! So go nuts my back is killing me.]

"I'm surprised people still listen to shit like this." Violet leaned against the fancy table. She placed her hands behind her to keep balance, making sure not to disturb the fancy assortments of food on the table. "Don't be jealous, Vi." Louis leaned back in his office chair supplied by his manager, he really did get what he wanted when he wanted; That wasn't surprising since he was pretty famous. Louis drummed his fingers on his desk, now looking into the litten up mirror. If only his 9 year old past self could see him now. He smirked to himself as he fixed up his dreads; His dad was so wrong, because he made it. Violet observed him, he was slouched with a trembling smile. "You don't have to be nervous, you've done this like a million times Lou." Louis sighed and fell back into his chair. He still looked at himself in the mirror. "Yea I know. This still feels...unreal. And I fuck up alot, one fuck up and the whole world is gonna either laugh at me or shit on me." Violet tapped her finger on the table, she sighed and made her way over to him.

"Ok, so it looks like we need to plan a vacation for you." Violet slapped her hands onto Louis's shoulders. She gripped them, looking at him through the mirror. "I am your backstage support person thingy-" Louis chuckled. "You mean a stagehand?" Violet smirked. "Sure whatever. Thanks for getting me this job though. I mean it, rent was gonna bite my ass this month." Louis turned in his seat, now facing Violet. "Wait- I thought Minerva had rent this month." Violet chuckled with a weak smile, she rubbed the back of her neck. "Well yea...that was until I caught her sleeping with someone else last week-" Louis widened his eyes. "How come you're just telling me about this?!" Louis was shocked, he thought they told eachother everything. "Because that shits embarrassing Lou! Imagine if you-" Violets rant was cut short as a girl opened the door.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something." Violet turned around to observe the girl, she was about her height, with really pretty but sharp eyes. Her hair was also curly and well moisturised. Louis smiled at his best friend staring. He nudged her leg with his foot, "No, sorry. Did you need something?" The girl shook her head 'no'. "Just was going to tell you that you're up in 5 minutes." Louis nodded his head and watched her leave. As she closed the door, Violet looked down at Louis who gave her a smug smirk. "Who was that?" Violet asked. Louis rested his cheek on his palm, "Why?" Violet blushed and punched his arm. "Hey- that hurt." Louis winced and held his arm. "Shut it...I was just wondering." Louis got off of his chair, adjusting his suit. "Her name is Clementine. She works in the management department, she's part-time so that's why you haven't seen her. By the way, she works from 4-8, and usually heads down to the bar down the street after work, since you're just wandering..." Louis winked at Violet as he walked out of the studio.

As if it was a sign from the universe, Violet's phone rang. She grabbed it, looking at the cracked screen she saw her contact come up. Violet still hadn't changed Minerva's contact info, Violet gripped her phone in anger seeing the red heart emoji shine brightly. She ignored the call, and left the room.

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Violet anxiously tapped her foot onto the ground, she watched Louis play his piano on stage for a bunch of old rich people. There were some people her age in there too, some even teens probably only there because they thought Louis was hot. The younger ones held their phones in the air, either swinging it or recording him. She grimaced as some young girl threw her bra on stage, one of the stage members quickly cleaned it up. The older rich people all scoffed at her; this was for sure not a Travis Scott or Justin Bieber performance, this was classical and proper. The girl was then escorted out as her friends snickered. Violet looked at the clock above her. Shit. She cursed under her breath, it was 8:05. Louis looked behind him, he did this regularly to see if any stage member needed him for something, he noticed Violet not being there anymore. "Go get em'." He chuckled under his breath.