Privacy [completed]

SIXTEEN| children is love?

I could feel the panic possessing me as the car stopped. So many fans stand outside the car screaming and waiting for Harry to get out. He invited me to come with him to record new music, he said that he had a surprise for me. The building is in LA, so it wasn't too long of a drive from UCLA.

I didn't want to come, but he drove all the way to UCLA saying I shouldn't spend my Saturday alone. I didn't mind, I've never minded. But, he showed up, and I'm tired of the tumors about us, so I went along. If I wouldn't have, he would've stayed.

I looked at him worriedly.

"Just stay close to me. You'll be alright," Harry said.

I gulped as the door opened. I was helped out the car first and I kept my head down. Harry's hands went on either side of my waist as he pushed me gently towards the building. I tensed at his touch, but he didn't move his hands. The teenagers and young adults yelled good and bad things at me. I felt too nervous to understand their words.

But, when we were finally inside, the security walked away from us. Harry played with a curl in his hair and looked around.

"This is where we're singing today," Harry said while looking at me. "We usually just record on the bus or in a hotel room, but today since we're all here..."

A girl who was a little shorter than me, had long, dyed black hair, and wore a long, black t-shirt with black, ripped jeans came up to us. She had a facial mask on her face and she smiled widely. The brown in her eyes nearly took over the blue that poked out.

"Hey Vi," Harry smiled hugging her.

"Hello 'Arry!" She hugged him happily and then looked at me. "I'm Violet!"

I told her my name.

Her eyes widened and she smiled. "You, the girl that 'ittle Harry's been tellin' me about?"

Am I the only girl with this peculiar name that Harry knows? She smiled and hugged me making sure her face didn't touch me. Her accent is to kill for, it's sort of a mixture between a Russian and a Scottish person. I tensed into her touch, but she squeezed tighter.

"Vi, what are you even doing here?" Harry asked to her.

"Well, Lot's gonna do my glit glam for today, but I gotta wash my bloody face first," Violet explained with hand motions.

"Oh," Harry answered. "Where's Lou?"

"Wherever Lot is," she said.

"Where's Lottie?"

"Wherever Lux is," she chuckled.

"Well where is Lux?"

"Wherever Louis is."

"Vi," Harry sighed. "Where is Louis?"

"Wherever Liam is," Violet smiled.

"And Liam?" Harry asked.

"Somewhere with Louis causing trouble!" Violet laughed.

Harry laughed and shook his head. He was called over by some guy with long hair. He walked away leaving me with Violet, who smiled at me kindly.

"Follow me," she spoke.

She led me into the bathroom, and I stood beside her as she started to wash the face cleanser off of her face.

"I swear you had blue hair," she said flipping her own long black hair out of her face. "From what 'Arry's told me,"

Her accent got thicker as she spoke. So thick, I could barley understand the girl most times. Her stomach poked out a little, I wonder if she's pregnant? At the time, I wondered too many things to even comprehend what was happening.