Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 4

When Violet woke up, she rubbed her weary eyes. Her body felt sore, and her thighs had bruises all over them, and then the memory from last night all bunched up in her brain. She smiled thinking about the beautiful singer.

She lifted herself off the bed, stretching her long arms. She checked the time, twelve thirty-two p.m, and when she looked through her bedroom window, no one's car was in the driveway. Her mom was probably running some errands, and Kieth-she didn't care where the hell he was.

She walked to the kitchen, the wood floor shaking. Violet picked out the Oreo O's cereal. She then pulled out the milk in the refrigerator, and dumped it all over the dark sugary cereal.

The thing with Violet was that she could whatever she wanted and could still remain her perfect figure. She was skinny, but not to skinny where her ribs were visible. She had long legs, and just the right amount of curves.

Violet held her bowl with both hands, slowly walking to the couch. She turned on the TV, flipping the channel till something decent was on. She ended up watching Family Matters, laughing at the stupid dumb skits.

Today was Saturday, she could do what ever the hell she wanted she thought as she sunk her back into the couch, but she just didn't know what to do.

There wasn't much in Bellingham, Washington. Their was a beach, but Violet didn't like stuff like that, where it was all crowded, plus she didn't like swimming. So she thought of the only thing that she could do, going to the the record store.

She put her cereal in the sink, and ran back to her room. She brushed out all her tangles and knots between her thick hair, and put on a over sized red and black flannel with black jeans.

When she was ready, she put on her shoes that were hiding in the corner of the door way. Violet slammed the door shut, and just as she was about to leave the house, she saw Kieth's car pull up in the driveway. Great, she thought.

When he got out of the car, he had his keys in one hand, and mail in the other. "Hey Violet, where you going?" He asked walking closer to her.

"Just the record store." She responded. Violet didn't feel like fighting with him today, so she did her best trying not to snap at him.

"Okay-Oh uh how was the concert? Your mom told me you had fun." Kieth smiled.

"It was really fun." She said awkwardly, swaying her body back and forth.

"Good, good." he said as Violet walked pass him annoyed as always.

She walked down across the street, where the record store was. Her neighborhood was right across from it, so she'd just stop there every now and then.

When she opened the door, she instantly felt the warmth of the heater, and the smell that she was always used to. It always smelt like fresh cut paper in there, she didn't know why, but she grew to like the scent.

"Hey Violet." Pete said from behind the counter. Pete was one of Violet's only friend, even though he was a couple years older than her. He's worked at the record store for years now, and he's the one who influenced Violet's music taste. He told her about the Ramones, Green Day, Nirvana, and Blink-182. Everything she likes, she got from him.

"Hey Pete." Violet waved.

"Are you looking for something?"

"Yeah actually I am." She said. She only had fifteen dollars in her pocket, and that was the normal price of records. They were pretty expensive.

"Okay, what is it?"

"Do you have the band record of the Rip Tide?"

"You like them huh?" Pete jumped off the counter, "I think we have them, let me check." Violet followed behind him while he went to the pop/rock section.

He went to the R aisle, and Violet watched as his fingers moved between each record, until they found the Rip Tide.

"Here you go," he said, handing it to her, "I'll see you in counter." Pete left, leaving her fascinated with the cover.

Violet held the record with both hands. The cover of the album was a picture of a black and white garden with dead roses, with black bold printing that spelled out the Rip Tide with all capital letters. When she turned it to the back, there were eleven songs. It even had the band members names at the very bottom corner.

Drums- Connor Laskin
Guitar- Oscar Smith
Bass Guitar- Shawn Edwards
Singer- Harry Styles.

Harry, his name was Harry. It sounded so proper Violet thought, then she remembered that he was English. She placed the record between her arm and hip, and went to the front of the store. No one was there today, just her. They were usually more busy in the summer.

She let Pete scan the record, while she pulled out her money. "Is that all for today?" He asked politely.

Violet nodded her head while she handed him her fifteen dollars in her hands. He ended giving her back two dollars and fifty-two cents for change. Pete put the record in a plastic bag, and gave it to Violet. She thanked him before exiting the store.

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When Violet got home, she saw Kieth, and her mom on the couch together.

"Hey Vi," her mom said.

"Hey." Violet said, untangling her shoe laces.

"What did you buy?" Tanya asked curiously, her eyes focusing on the bag in Violet's hand.

"Just a record." She said, running into her room.

Violet changed her clothes into something more comfortable, she put on a black hoodie, and grey sweatpants. She pulled out her record from the plastic bag, and carefully removed it from the cover, cautiously placing it in her record player.

The first song on the album was called Hash Pipe.

"I can't help my feelings, I'll go out of my mine. These players come to me 'cause they'd like my behind. I can't love my bushiness I can't get a trick own on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids."

"Oh, come on and kick me."

"Oh, come on and kick me."

"Come on and kick me, you've got your problems, I've got my ass wide. You've got your big G's, I've got my hash pipe."

"I can't help my boogies they get out of control, I know you don't care but I want you to know, the knee-stocking flavor is a favorite treat of men don't bother with the taste of a teat."

"Oh, come on and kick me."

"Oh, come on and kick me."

"Come on and kick me, you've got your problems, I've got my ass wide. You've got your big G's, I've got my hash pipe, I've got my hash pipe."

"Oh, come on and kick me."

"Oh, come on and kick me."

"Come on and kick me, you've got your problems, I've got my ass wide. You've got your big G's, I've got my hash pipe, I've got my hash pipe."

"I've got my hash pipe."

"I've got my hash pipe."

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Violet ended up going through all their songs all night, memorized my every single word that came out of Harry Styles mouth.