Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 27

“But Dad! It was just one night!” I yelled from across the living room, Harry’s baggy jumper hanging over my knees as I leaned forward. Dad whipped his head around to face me, tearing away from the newspaper he was reading to look me dead in the eye.

“Violet, I don’t give a shit, you didn’t call…for all I know you could’ve been dead!” He shouted back, although his tone was much softer than mine, which held a huge amount of annoyance at the fact I had been grounded for the foreseeable future.

“For fuck sake dad-“ He cut me off.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that!” He screamed, throwing his newspaper onto the table along with his reading glasses. I cowered a little at the ferocity in his voice, knowing that he hated any sign of vulgar language emitted from my mouth, although it was fine if he said it.

“Dad, I was just out with a friend.” I claimed. Trying to ease my tone into a more sincere manner, hoping this would too calm him down. His lips remained pursed for the duration of our conversation, although he had calmed considerably. I was sentenced to a week in the small jail upstairs, or my room… I knew this time would pass painfully slowly without Harry by my side, I knew that my dad wouldn’t allow him in the house, not after his little faux pas of leaving me out on the “big bad streets” of London as my dad liked to say.

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I sat on my bed for the next few hours, casually scrolling through any social networking sites I had on my phone, not even bothering to ring Harry and tell him that our date was cancelled. I knew I should, and I also knew that Harry wouldn’t be happy about it. In a way I was relieved though, not because I wasn’t going to see Harry, that killed me in all truth…but because it was Monday tomorrow and I am not a Monday sort of girl, hell no. I’m a TGIF girl.

I picked up my phone and searched through my contacts until I came across Harry’s name. I pushed his icon and pressed the phone to my ear, nervously tapping on the back of it, anxious at the fore coming conversation.

“Violet, are you okay?” Harry rushed after only a second or two of dialling. The anxiety in his voice was cute, knowing that he cared about me greatly.

“Harry calm down, I’m fine…Dad grounded me.” I spoke with an edge of anger and sass as I spoke my Dad’s name. I heard a long sigh emit from Harry’s side of the call, his breath fuzzily hitting the microphone.

“Well, shit.” He exclaimed. At least he wasn’t angry; he just seemed mildly annoyed at best. “Should I come over?” He asked in a hopeful voice.

“Dad won’t let you in, I’m surprised he actually let me in…” I said in a sarcastic tone, which Harry apparently failed to grasp as he continued to rant about my fathers downfalls endlessly it seemed. I just hummed and agreed with him, not wanting to exacerbate the obvious fire that was beginning to rage within Harry. His voice got a little louder, and I could hear him pacing as he spoke to me.

“Calm Harry.” I reminded him, which didn’t seem to help, he continued to grunt and moan at the mention of my absence. He did calm down eventually, and we continued to talk for a few hours. Our voices becoming wearier in the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t until my dad came up that I demanded we quiet down a little. He agreed. I sub-consciously ended up drifting in and out of sleep, the phone underneath my cheek pressed against the pillow.

“Violet?” He asked after a few seconds of silence. I sat up on the spot, the phone still lying on the pillow.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I fell asleep again.” Harry huffed down the phone.

“Lay down, close you eyes, put your phone on speaker. I wrote you a song…” He said. My heart warmed and my eyes suddenly felt a lot less droopy, but I did as he commanded and lay down nonetheless.

“And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

'Cause sooner or later it's over

I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's meant to be broken

I just want you to know who I am…”

Those were the last words I heard him speak that night, before I once again, drifted into a state of heavenly unconsciousness, with nothing but the melodic tunes of Harry’s song playing in my head…