Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 10

Violet's eyes were glued to the scenery as Harry pulled his car into the sketchy parking lot. She had no idea where they were, but it looked old, really old. They were outside a small garage, with chipped paint splattered all over the cement grounds, while the roads appeared to be poorly made, with dents, cracks, and holes scattered all over them.

Violet gulped, "Harry," she said, her voice rising, "is this where you wanted to take me?" He looked at her as he pulled his car keys out of the ignition.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" He said in a polite manner. He's always polite, Violet thought, Never rude.

"Nothing." She shook her head.

They both got out of the car, Violet pulling up her skinny jeans as skin tight as they could be, while Harry combed through his hair with his long fingers, slightly pushing up the ends.

"Wait," He said, catching Violet's attention, "I have to get some stuff in the back."

Violet nodded her head and stood next to him as he opened up the back of his trunk, and there sat an old duffle bag. Jesus Christ, are we gonna murder someone? Violet was confused to why he had such a big bag like that in his car. What was in there? She could've sworn she felt a small hair rise on her shriveled back.

Harry put the duffel bag on the ground, and reached at the handle on the bottom of the garage door. Violet watched as it slowly opened, revealing beautiful art work. It was graffiti.

She walked into the small space that was almost the size of her bedroom. Violet didn't think this was where he was gonna take her, she had no clue at all, but it was all so vibrant, so colorful.

There were some small sketches in different places colored in black and white, but Violet was taken away by the huge mural taking up most half of the right wall.

It looked like a city, with city lights, and city people. There was a bridge with cars passing through it, and a sea right just below it. Each detail was drawn on so bold, and exquisitely. Violet's favorite part of the drawing was the moon at the very top, it was a waxing gibbous. She loved how it shined so bright, bringing so much detail and realism in the whole thing. It looked like the city of Brooklyn, New York.

When Violet looked back at Harry, he was bent down on the ground, his hands moving throught the big bag, pulling out multiple different colors of spray paint cans.

"Did you draw this?" She asked, her face muzzled and impressed.

"Yeah, I did." Harry smiled before looking up and down again.

"It's beautiful."

He stood up, placing a black spray paint can in Violet's hand. She looked up at him quizzically, and confused.

She held up the can in the air and said, "Uhm.. What do I do with this?"

"You're gonna draw Violet, whatever you want."

She smiled, she loved drawing. Growing up, when her mother and father tended to fight, Violet would always pull out the sketch book, it was like she was in her own little world, drawing small ravishing things.

"What am I supposed to draw?"

"Whatever you want." He said. Violet thought for a second before nodding her head.

She shook the can, before tracing over the rusty brick wall, while Harry was on the other side doing the same thing. She didn't know what she was drawing, so she just went with the flow, thinking that some how in the end it will turn out being pretty.

So far Violet had a white circle with gold filled in the middle, surounding blackness. She still had no clue what she was drawing. She glanced at Harry's wall a couple of times but couldn't tell what he was drawing either, partially because when he noticed her staring he spread out his arms, covering his art work.

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It was a sun. Violet ended up drawing a sun. It was different though, this sun ended up having eyes, nose, and lips. It was aesthetic, the way the swirly lines connected together, and how the colors bleed into eachother so smoothly.

Violet took a step back, setting the can on the ground, and examining her delicate work. It was hard to describe how it looked, no words could define the meaning behind it, yet it was to simple; so subtle.

"Wow, Violet," Harry gaped, "that's really good."

Violet smiled at Harry before gleaming down at his drawing behind his back. He drew a red rose, with the petals slowly and catiously falling to the ground. He made the contrast so realistic using a mixture of, black, pink, and dark red.

"Yours is really good." She said, her hands pointing to the rose.

"Not as good as yours."

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It was almost dark outside, the sun was slowly going down, and the sky was a mixture of, orange, pink, and yellow. Violet's head leaned against the car window, while Harry was at a stop sign, his fingers tapping against stereing wheel over and over again. She didn't want to leave, she wished she could spend the rest of her life with Harry, eating at dinners all the time, spraying grafitti all over the walls, and listening to his soft, smooth voice at his shows, but this was reality.

"Where do you live?" Harry asked, startling Violet.

"Oh, uh-are you dropping me off?"

"Yeah."

"That won't have to be nessasary." If Harry dropped her off, that meant he would know where she lived, in a shitty house, in a shitty neighborhood.

"It's okay Violet, I don't want to have your mom pick you up."

"Alright." She agreed. Maybe he won't judge? Of course he would.

Violet gave him directions through out the whole ride, and he did whatever she said, turning left and right, or going strait.

She felt an abrupt stop when Harry's foot hit the break, and there they were, standing right outside her shitty house.

Harry didn't say anything, in fact it looked like he didn't even care. Maybe Violet was wrong about him.

"Today was fun," she said, "we should do it again sometime." Violet immediately was embarrassed, she couldn't believe the words that had just escaped her mouth. She sat there, eyes wide, and mouth open, wishing she could take them back, they came out by accident. Goddamn it I'm such a fuck-up, She thought.

Harry, noticing her embarrassment, just laughed and said, "We will." His responce made Violet feel better, more relaxed, more calm in a way. That meant something right?

She got out of his Audi 5000, waving her hands till the car started moving again. All that was stuck in her head were the words We will, re-playing over, and over again.