Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
Okay yes, sorry for not posting ik ik But, I am on scout camp for the week which I am not excited for but whatever. I was also at a birthday party of my friend's but I can promise you I will post more often. Alright I hope you'll like this chapter and if you do please comment and vote. <3
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Violet Rose:
Telling the others I'll be back, I grab the cleaned clothes and walk outside to my car.
I've worked for five hours already and my brain can't do more today. My brain is everywhere but there where it should be and somehow stupid Logan doesn't leave my mind. He's pissing me the fuck off.
I step into my car, throwing his clothes on the passenger seat before pulling out of the driveway. One hand on the wheel and one hand on the gear shift, I turn the right corner looking for the right house. More like mansion but whatever.
I don't get it, how can he be so hot but so rude at the same time. Literally his rudeness is what makes him unattractive to me.
Okay that's a lie, nothing makes this man unattractive.
But still, he met me two days ago and already has an opinion on me, which may I add is not a good opinion. He hates me for breathing.
Like sorry Mister extremely hot, I didn't know the world revolves around you. Such a bitch.
I honestly don't want to know what happened that night. I do have some memories, but I have no idea what happened after we got home to his place. Pretty scary if you ask me.
Maybe I did something and that's why he hates me. Oh my god, what if I said something inappropriate? I'm just gonna push that thought aside and not think about it.
He doesn't know me, but hates me, it's just as simple as that. And I hate him as well.
Easy.
After hating on Logan for way to long, I park by their house and grab his clothes, walking in.
I hear the doorbell echo through the house and soon after Harry opens the door in a gray hoodie and black cargo pants along with a red jacket, his round glasses only adding to the Harry Potter look. I'm so confused.
"Hey Rose, what brings a pretty lady like you, to a house like ours, on a day like this." he smirks leaning against the door frame, making me narrow my eyes at him.
"Stop flirting Harry, it's not working." I chuckle as he puts a hand over his heart and acts hurt. "Ouch." he smiles, letting me inside.
"I just have to give Logan his clothes back." I answer referring to his question earlier. He nods, seems suspicious though.
"I'm not buying it." he shrugs and my eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean?"
"Logan would never let anyone borrow his clothes, especially not his favorite pare of sweatpants and the shirt that he wore a day before the other person wears it." he explains.
