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...
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Logan Reat:
"Logan stop stressing, you're only making it worse." Tyler rolls his eyes, blowing up another balloon.I am allowed to stress out. It's Violet's damn birthday. "Why the hell is Felix laying in the bathroom, passed out?" Harry walks into the room, holding his present for Violet while pointing behind him and I slap a hand to my forehead. "It's either the alcohol or the fact that Logan is making us blow up a thousand damn balloons." Ace says out of breath and I glare at him. "They are only fifty, asshole. I counted them." I grumble making the rest of the boys chuckle.
"How's the tattoo doing?" mom smiles, putting a hand on my back while I fill the glasses with champagne. This day has to be special for her. "It doesn't hurt, obviously." I answer but groan when I suddenly feel a slap to my back, exactly on the spot where I got my tattoo. "Ow mom, what the hell?" I curse as she narrows her eyes at me. "Stop saying it doesn't hurt. You sound inhuman when you do that shit." she points her finger at me and I nod, putting my hands up in fake surrender. "Sorry mamá." I chuckle, continuing to fill up the glasses.
"Hey Milo, you got any tips on how to do this quicker? You're the best at blowing." Tyler jokes around like a sixteen year old and yet, all of us have to laugh. I have been worrying enough these past days, I want this one to be perfect. It already sucked that Violet decided to go home for the weekend but I get it, this is hard for all of us. Which means today has to be the best day of her life. Then I can go back to worrying.
"Can I look at it?" Cole speaks up suddenly, referring to my tattoo and I nod, pulling my shirt over my head and turning around. "Wow." they all speak at the same time and I chuckle. Mom drew a huge V on my left shoulder blade. Now is this risky? Yes most definitely, but even if this doesn't work out I don't think I'll ever regret it. "I also colored the flower." mom let me experience a bit with her equipment and I decide to fill in my mother's birth flower, a rose which I now know is also Violet's birth flower, violet. It's a violet rose, her favorite. Of course that's not my only surprise for her but she'll just have to wait for that one.
"Guys stop staring at my son, Logan put your shirt back on. She just pulled into the driveway." My heart skips a beat as I quickly button up my shirt, my cuffs rolled up as the first few buttons stay open. I'm also wearing some black pants, secured with a belt and silver jewelry on my hands and neck. Why am I so nervous? "Keep it in your pants, will you?" I give Cole a shove at his stupid joke when Violet walks into the kitchen, her mouth gaped open in shock when her eyes meet mine. I am beaming.
We shout happy birthday as her smile widens and she looks around the decorated kitchen. Well- I actually decorated the whole house with the boys for her. I just thought that's what she deserves. "Hey you." I smile, leaning down and kissing her lips as she laughs. "You did all this?" she looks around the room in awe and I'm glad she likes it. "The others helped me." she places her soft lips onto mine again and all I want to do is just hold her here forever. My Violet.
