Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 9

It was Wednesday afternoon, as Violet was going through her closet, throwing on different outfits, fixating on weather to wear a blouse, or just a regular shirt. She knew she didn't want to wear silk, suede, or leather. She just wanted something that was comfortable, and glided smoothly against her soft skin, something different, something that had more color, not just black like she usually has.

Her eyes lit up when she saw a maroon t-shirt hiding in the corner of her small closet. She picked up the soft fabric, unfolding it and examining it intently. Violet remembered the time she always wore it back in freshman year. It was her favorite shirt, then she lost it. Guess that's why. She thought.

It didn't look that bad either, it was a short plain v neck shirt with a tiny pocket on the left side. Violet took off her fuzzy hoodie, and threw on the maroon shirt over her frail arms. Surprisingly, it still fit her.

When she looked in the mirror she looked hot, really hot. Her breast looked slightly larger, her legs looked a lot longer, and the color the shirt made her porcelain skin appear much more radiant.

For the first time in her life, Violet was astounded by the way she looked. She knew that she wasn't ugly, but she never believed that she pretty either. Boys never showed attraction, or affection towards her, but maybe it was because her bitter attitude.

She changed into jeans; black of course. She threw on her combat boots, and applied the tiniest amount of a wine colored lipstick. When she was ready she walked out of her room, and into her mothers.

"Mom!" she screamed, "where are you?"

"I'm here!" She screamed back from the bathroom hallway. When she laid her eyes on Violet, a big smile grew across her face.

"Violet," she said shocked, "you look so pretty." Her hands coverd her mouth and she tried her hardest not to cry. Violet looked down and slightly grinned.

Tonight, she felt so confident in herself, she felt beautiful, and for some reason she couldn't stop staring at reflection through the mirror.

"Thanks, can we go now?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you in the car."

Violet was going to see Harry tonight, only because he invited her, she would tell to herself. She's showing up there extra early so she could be as close to the stage as possible.

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The venue was quickly filling up. Violet was close to the stage, there were a row of girls in front of her but she was still within feets away.

Her heart jumped when Harry's beautiful face appeared, he was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. Right when he took the microphone, his eyes connected with Violet's.

He looked at her differently, like he knew she was gonna be there, a small grin grew across his lip.

"Were the RipTide, and this is song is called 'say it ain't so.'" He said before sliding his electric guitar over her long shoulders. It was the same song they played the first time Violet saw them, her favorite song.

"Oh yeah, alright."

"Somebody's Heine' is crowdin my ice box, somebody's cold one is givin' me chills. Guess I'll just close my eyes."

"Oh yeah, alright, feels good, inside."

"Flip on the tele, Wrestle with Jimmy, something is bubbling behind my back, the bottles ready to blow."

"Say it ain't so! Your drug is a heartbreaker."

"Say it ain't so! My love is a life taker."