Witched - Harry Styles AU

chapter one;

Chapter one;

Waking up in the morning was hard for everyone, no one likes it and no one want to do it. Especially Violet, she hated getting up in the mornings. It was one of the many, many things that she wished never existed. Her alarm was blaring, screeching to her to get up for work. Slamming her hand down on the off button, she rolled out of her comfy, queen sized bed to basically crawl to the bathroom.

Violet stood up from the bathroom floor, she looked in the mirror to see bags under eyes and messy hair on the top of her head. "I really need to improve this, i swear." She thought as she started to comb the blonde mess on her head, and take care of her make-up. When she was done with the bathroom, she went to put her black pants, and her blue lace shirt on for work. Working at a library was her favorite thing since she didn't need a uniform or a dress code to work with. Plus, she loved books and the people who came in. So it wasn't terrible to her.

The only thing terrible in her small town was the crazy, psycho that was on the loose. Her small town was peaceful, and everyone knew each other. The cliche thing of a small town. Everyone knows everyone's business, and etc; The couple of past months there's been killings around the area. Which really scared everyone basically to be looking over there shoulders.The murders, from what Violet's heard, was really nasty, scary ones where the police department had to call the FBI in.

No one really knows who this person is. Which is scary since everyone knows each other pretty well, so it's sad to think that one of us could be doing them. The person everyone is whispering about was the new guy that moved here four months ago, Harry Styles. Harry Styles was about over six feet tall, gorgeous curly brown locks and emerald green eyes. Violet didn't think he didn't do it, everyone is just scared that there's been brutal killings and they don't know who is next and who this person is.

Violet left her house with everything she needed, and locked the door behind her. She waved to Miss Beverly who was watering her plants, who lived across the street. Miss Beverly has always been nice to her, and who has lived in this town for 65 years. Miss Beverly knows everyone in this town including Harry, and she agrees with Violet saying that the boy is very sweet, and harmless. Violet just wished everyone believed that but then again, she's never talked to him herself, just saw him from the stores window walking past.

Opening the door to the library, she breathed in the nice old book smell of the atmosphere. She absolutely loved it here. Walking behind the counter where her co-worker, Liam Payne, was looking threw a pile of papers. "That's quite a stack you got there, Li. Would you like some magic hands to help you?"

"When do you have magic hands? Have you caught the psycho, Vi?" Liam rolled his eyes when he looked up to Violet. He smiled when he saw her, giving her all his attention. Violet sat down next to him in the avaible chair next to him. "'Cause I don't see anyone screaming for joy."

"You know, you are so funny that I forgot to laugh. No, I havent. I have no time to find crazy killers. I also have no desire to either." Violet shaked her head at Liam's smartass remarks. Liam and her has been best friends since they were in diapers. His mom and her mom are best friends so it came natural to have their babies be friends. Liam and Violet were the same way, best friends. "You're lucky you're my best friend, Li or else, I'll chop off your hands! Also, I've always had magic hands."

"Yeah, hands that should be putting books away." Liam shoohed Violet away, Violet only rolled her eyes and smacked the side of his head then running off to not get bumped in the side for pay back. Violet sighed as she went up to the cart full of books that needed to be put back. She grabbed a handful, and walked to the very backend of the library to see that someone in the Myth-Mystically section. It was Harry Styles. Violet was intruiged so she looked at the spines of the book Harry had in his hand. Malleus Maleficarum. Witchcraft? Violet shook her head before staring at the spines of the books in her hand.

"Excuse me?" Violet was about to go to the childrens section when a very deep, english accent stopped her. Violet suddenly felt like the world stopped moving, and her gut told her to run. She slowly turned to see Harry looking at her with the witchcraft book in his hand. She gulped before asking if he needed any help. "Do you guys have anymore books like this?"

"Nope, that's all we have for witchcraft." Harry's eyes widened, probably didn't think Violet knew what the name related to. Violet apologized then walked away from the awkwardness of the air that was surrounding them. The feeling she got when she was around him was weird. It was like she didn't want to move but something inside told her to run and never look back. Maybe she was just crazy. "Violet, you're mad."

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Once work was over, Violet left to walk home. It was seven pm, so it was already dark outside for the day which Violet didn't mind the dark at all, she loved it. It was peaceful and quiet in her town. Mostly because no one wanted to make a sound or else, they think they're next on the kill list. She thought it was nuts how people reacted but also understood since there weren't a lot of people here, and didn't know if the killer was going to strike again.

Violet slowed her pace down to a stop as she looked around her surrondings as she felt like she was being followed or maybe someone was watching her. She looked to her right to see the only graveyard in town. Nothing really spooky happened there like the stories she read as a child, so it surprised her to see fog that was only in the graveyard; no where else but the graveyard. It was like watching the opening credits of The Vampire Diaries. She decided to check things out, forgetting all about the serial killer on the loose.

Violet walked across the street looking both ways before crossing. What if this was a prank on the townfolk? She shook her heard, no one would think to do that. No one was that cruel, she hoped to believe. Sighing, she opened the gate of the fence and automatically got cold. What was happening? It was summer time in Chestnut Grove, not damn winter. Violet wanted to turn back but something kept telling her to keep going. Fucking christ, she literally was totally going to get herself killed.

She walked past old gravestones, flowers and heard birds chaw but yet, nothing too spooky that wasn't the fog. What was going on here? She walked further into the graveyard to see a figure in the distance by the trees. She rushed to see who it was but the only thing she saw, and made her stop was..

Emerald green eyes. 

HEEEEEEy

so this is my harry styles fanfic i just started, decided i need a hobby and honestly i havent done this in a while plus

does anyone read harry styles fanfics anymore or nah

please comment or like so appreciated thanks babes :)