The Becoming of Violette (Harry Styles) **MAJOR EDITING**

Chapter 7

     Violette. The name was merely a thought, nothing more, since I learned of my betrothal to the name.

      There was no face to the name. Everyone had seem to know the mask of her. They were acquainted with her delicacy, so they say, and modesty. But as for me, she was only a phantom. A figment of imagination. She haunted my attention. My mind was her niche. I tried to visualize what she was like in society. The surface she wore, they way she flirted with men. What it could be like to be with her. How she talked or read your eyes. But every time I tested that thought, I always ended up disoriented.

      She taunted me to think of her but when I did she laughed and seized the thought. I fought and fought and fought with her to take back what was mine. But she always ended up to be triumphed. She was nothing more than a Pandora box to me, and I didn't know what was inside of her. As any man, a curious sensation overwhelmed me to be open the box. She teased me to open it but when I tried, she revoked me. 

     I thought to myself, am I really to pledge my life to this woman?  But the only answer I found was what my parents declared to me. What is to become of me if I am not to wed her. A named called to me to resolve the misery I have been put in. So I decided to go to the name.

     It was premature in the morning. I have yet to eat my breakfast and I didn't intend to. I scarcely showed my face around my parents with my reasons. I didn't owe them any explanation, and neither did they. Though my mother seemed to beg for my attention and the warmth of a son. I have always been her pride and joy and ironically her slave at the same time. My fathers life went on and conducted business. He occasionally acquired my attention for some business matters for I was the heir to his reign.  

     I covered myself in my lounge jacket and topped my head with my fine bowler hat. My shoes clicked down the marble floored hall. I held my cane under my arm as I slipped my leather gloves on. I payed no attention to my surrounding. I have recently resented to be here. It gave me a cold pain. I didn't like to admit it, but my parents spawned this feeling. They made it much more empty here than it already was. I don't see to guest's that had visit us anymore. I even occasionally deny Will's attention when he comes. But on this day I must journey to somewhere to get rid of this place that has been haunting me. 

     "Harry." the voice sent shivers up my spine. I hastily turned and gave her little patience. "Mother," I breathed. 

     She stood there with her arms folded. She was wrapped in a blue dress that morning. Her hair was twisted back which fed attention to her high cheek bones. "Where are you going?" She seemed irritated. 

      She was never fond of me leaving without her knowledge of my destination. "I don't believe that's any of your business," I adjusted my gloves. "If I am correct, I am of age where I don't need my mothers consent of where I am going." 

      She stared momentarily. She knew exactly what my motives where when I spoke to her. For awhile she didn't react to it the way I wanted her to knowingly. But recently she became vulnerable and revealed that it did bother her. I could see the heartbreak splash upon her face and that she was about to give in but she resisted. She clenched her jaw. 

     "Just remember who gives you the things you want." She pivoted back down shadows where she belonged. I smirked and decided to end this fit. "Yes, Father is the one who gives me what I want, not you."

          I walked outside to the pavement where a footman opened the door to the auto. A cold breeze hit my face and I grabbed onto my hat to keep it stable. "How's your day, Sir?" The footman asked.