[A/N: picture of Violet's party outfit to the right!]
Violet entered the front door of the flat, immediately taking off her shoes. She stopped for a moment, cocking her head to the side, listening for Niall’s voice. ‘Yeah, yeah, that sounds good.’ She heard his thick accent coming from the bedroom. Violet walked down the hallway, barely making a sound. She stood in the doorway to the bedroom for a moment, watching as Niall talked on his cell phone. ‘Good, that’s great man. Okay, I’ll see you tonight.’ He said before hanging up and throwing his phone on the bed. ‘Hi.’ Violet said quietly as Niall turned around. ‘Hi baby, I didn’t hear you come in.’ He said warmly, crossing the room in a few long strides. Violet immediately placed her bags on the ground, jumping towards Niall. He easily caught her, as he always did, spinning her around as she let out a squeal. ‘Who was on the phone?’ Violet asked as Niall gently placed her on the bed. ‘Harry, we were just going over a few details before tonight.’ Violet lay back in the bed, tired from her day of shopping. ‘Juliet dragged me to a dozen shops, insisting that we had to find the perfect dress for me.’ ‘Did you find it?’ Niall asked, picking up Violet’s discarded shopping bags and placing them at the foot of the bed. ‘Yes.’ She replied, grabbing Niall’s hand and pulling him on top of her. ‘Aren’t you worried about messing up your hair?’ Niall asked with a smile. ‘No.’ Violet replied as she bit her lip, knowing the effect it had on Niall. ‘Do I get to see this perfect dress?’ Niall asked, trying to stand up as she tugged on his arm. ‘Later,’ Violet whined, ‘I missed you.’ She said dreamily as Niall lay down next to her. ‘I missed you too princess.’ ‘Come here,’ Violet urged as she pulled Niall closer to her and began to kiss him. ‘What’s the point of buying a pretty dress if you’re just going to take it off later?’ She asked innocently as she moved to straddle Niall. ‘A pretty dress for my pretty girl.’ He said as Violet began to kiss his neck. ‘Okay.’ She said finally, looking at Niall. He watched her eyes wander, digesting her as she suddenly looked at the ceiling, deep in thought. She began to hum a melody, closing her eyes and rocking her head from side to side. Niall adored moments such as this, it was like he was able to glimpse into the dreamland that Violet inhabited. Often he would watch her sleep, noting how her eyelids fluttered and her mouth would turn into a smile. She didn’t talk in her sleep, but Niall would occasionally wake to hear Violet laughing softly, dreaming of things he could only guess. ‘Do you remember that weekend we went to the countryside?’ She asked, her eyes still closed. ‘Of course I remember darlin’, it was only a few months ago.’ ‘Oh, wow. Okay, well I heard this woman singing a song in the market. She was singing it to her baby. The baby was beautiful. I think the song was a lullaby. It was lovely.’ Violet raised her arms above her head, moving them through the air, seeming to dance to a song that only she could hear. She looked down at Niall with a smile, before ducking her head to kiss him hungrily. ‘This was all I could think about all day.’ She whispered. ‘What baby?’ Niall asked, tracing circles on the small of her back. ‘You. Us. Me touching you. You touching me. It’s my favorite thing.’ ‘Your favorite?’ Niall asked skeptically, ‘Yes.’ She popped up, her tone serious and her forehead wrinkled. ‘Of course it’s my favorite.’ She said as if Niall weren’t making any sense. ‘What about dance?’ He asked. Niall knew how important dance was to Violet and wouldn’t be offended if it came before their relationship. Violet shook her head quickly, as if reading his thoughts. ‘You. Only you.’ She assured him, pausing for a moment before reaching to take off her shirt. Niall admired the grace that she incorporated into even the simplest of motions. Most girls would try to be sexy as they undressed, but Violet did it absentmindedly, as if she were the only one in the room. She didn’t have to try in order to seduce Niall, it came naturally. There was something about her that Niall couldn’t place his finger on. Maybe it was her innocent, loving nature, or maybe the fact that she had a beautiful manner of observing the world around her. Niall constantly found himself overwhelmed with affection for this girl. Violet sighed, her nose wrinkled in concentration as she attempted to unbutton Niall’s jeans. Niall chuckled, watching her struggle. ‘Don’t laugh at me,’ she pouted, ‘I just got my nails done and Juliet will yell at me if I mess them up before the party.’ Niall grinned, swiftly grabbing Violet and turning her over so that she was lying on her back. He stood up, undoing his trousers with ease before lifting his shirt over his head. Violet watched him with admiration, never fully used to his body. His arms were toned and she always felt safe when they were wrapped around her body. His lean legs were slightly muscular and perfectly proportionate. Violet found herself filled with lust at the sight of his body, thinking of how his skin felt against hers. She loved how their bodies fit together, as if they were made for each other. When they made love, Violet felt as if they were performing a dance of sorts, it came so naturally. Niall slowly trailed his fingers down her waist, his thumbs rubbing her hipbones gently before reaching the elastic of her tights. He expertly began to remove them, conscious of how upset Violet got when she ripped yet another pair of her favorite tights. Unconsciously so, she pointed her toes as he reached her ankles. ‘Relax baby,’ he said, his voice velvety. ‘Mmmm,’ she replied, closing her eyes, ‘come here.’ She said desperately, blindly reaching her arms towards Niall, wanting to fill the distance between them. ‘You know what happens when you’re impatient.’ Niall said, fingering the charm that hung from her bellybutton. ‘You can’t make me wait, I have to get ready soon.’ ‘We have plenty of time.’ He said and Violet immediately felt her body calm at the sound of his words. ‘Come,’ she uttered, opening her eyes to reveal her dilated pupils that Niall found hard to resist. He carefully lowered himself on top of her, his legs on either side of her hips. He kissed her tenderly, his hands exploring her familiar body. Her slight fingers trailed the length of his chest, moving down his stomach before reaching under the band of his boxers. He let out a guttural moan as she ran her hand up and down his length. ‘I love you.’ She whispered, continuing to move her hand along his manhood. ‘I love you too.’ Niall replied, looking into her eyes. He began to plant kisses along her flat stomach, reaching the top of her lace underwear before removing them. Moving his mouth down her body, she gasped as his lips came in contact with her sex. ‘Stay still baby.’ He murmured, holding down her thighs. Niall grinned at the sight of Violet losing herself, her arms raised above her head, her eyes closed and her breath quickening. Sliding a finger inside her, he reveled in the sound of her moan. ‘Come here,’ she mumbled impatiently as he continued to finger her. Violet could taste herself as Niall kissed her, his tongue moving with hers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling gently as she yearned for more of him. Niall cupped her chest, his fingers rubbing her nipple. ‘Now,’ she begged, not wanting to wait any longer. Niall ignored her request, his mouth coming in contact with her neck. He smiled as she whimpered, raising her hips. Moving slowly, he complied with her pleas, giving her what he knew she desperately wanted. She let out a gasp as he entered her, relief washing over her body as her nails dug into his back. Violet’s moans grew louder as he pumped in and out of her, sweat beading on his forehead. Violet arched her back as he quickened his pace, feeling her stomach begin to tighten; she knew he was close as well when his thrusts became sloppy. Moments later, Violet felt herself unwind, throwing her head back, as Niall let out a rough moan. ‘Niall.’ She gasped as he collapsed on top of her, his arms holding her tightly. They both laid in silence, their ragged breaths the only sound as they came down from their highs. Niall traced the outline of her hips, still in awe of her body. ‘Forever?’ She asked quietly, her eyes closed. ‘Forever baby.’ He said, kissing her on the forehead.
‘Is everyone decent?’ A voice rang throughout the flat a few hours later. ‘That’ll be Paul,’ Niall said exiting the room as Violet put on her shoes. ‘What a surprise! He’s wearing clothes!’ Paul exclaimed, clapping Niall on the back. ‘I’d grown somewhat accustomed to walking in on you half naked.’ He joked, playfully punching Niall in the arm. ‘Speaking of which, where’s the lovely lady?’ He asked, walking to the fridge and helping himself to a beer. ‘She’ll be out in a sec.’ Niall said, walking to the bookcase and pulling out a thick, hardbound book. He opened the book, revealing a small, gold key. ‘What have you kids been up to?’ Paul asked, taking a sip of his beer. ‘Ya know, the usual.’ Niall replied, approaching the window where Violet sat that morning. ‘Shagging each others brains out?’ Paul asked, raising his eyebrows. ‘Something like that.’ Niall laughed. Next to the window was a painting, a recreation of Violet’s favorite, The Dance Class by Edgar Degas. Niall swung the painting on its hinges, revealing a hidden door. Placing the key in the lock he opened the door and smiled at his collection. Along the wall were rows of guns, ranging in size and shape. At the bottom of the compartment was a drawer containing stacks of cash, keys to the safe house and a variety of passports for Niall and Violet. He grabbed a black pistol, tucking it in the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket, before grabbing another and storing it in the holster on his pants, concealing it beneath the jacket. He quickly closed the door and locked it, glancing behind him to make sure Violet hadn’t appeared. She knew that he kept the weapons in the apartment, but tried to refrain from letting her see them. He didn’t want to destroy what innocence she had left. That said, she was far from naïve when it came to danger. She hadn’t even flinched the first time she witnessed Niall fire a gun. ‘I’m ready!’ Violet’s voice drifted down the hallway as her heels clicked against the hardwood floor. ‘Hi Paul!’ She said, hugging the large man who had become like a father figure to her. Paul’s job was simple; he was the head of security for the group, accompanying the boys to sit downs, parties and on their travels, occasionally acting as a chauffeur. A chauffeur who could kill a man with his bare hands, nonetheless. The other boys had their own guards, who Paul managed, but Niall and Violet were his first priority. He’d instantly grown a liking to Violet, seeing a side of her that many wouldn’t believe existed. He’d seen how quickly the girl could act in threatening situations. She used her dance experience to her advantage, hiding when necessary, ducking from gunshots and stealthily taking out enemies. The mistake that most people made was underestimating her strength and cunning. Violet was a small girl, but she was destructive, showing no sympathy if Niall or her friends were in danger. Paul could see how devoted Violet was to Niall, never wanting to leave him when the shit hit the fan. In a few circumstances Paul had to physically drag her out of the line of fire, carrying her to safety, however much she struggled. Niall always reminded her that he would be okay, but she never wanted to leave the scene without him. The girl would probably take a bullet for Niall, but Paul hoped it would never come to that.
‘You look beautiful as always Violet.’ Paul said, taking her hand and spinning her. Violet wore a light silver, long sleeved dress with a deep v neckline. A silver, braided band accentuated her small waist. The dress cascaded to the floor, a long slit revealing her toned legs and strappy silver heels. The only jewelry she wore were silver chandelier earrings, her hair falling in elegant waves and swept to one side. ‘Have you seen my bag?’ She asked Paul who smiled at the girl’s forgetful nature. ‘Here you go love.’ Paul said, grabbing her black clutch from the couch and handing it to her. ‘Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you Paul.’ She smiled sweetly, kissing him on the cheek. ‘How do I look?’ Violet asked Niall, her hand on her waist and her head tilted to the side. ‘You look amazing princess,’ he said, taking her hand and kissing it. ‘When do I get my own gun?’ She asked, looking up at Niall as if she was simply asking for a new dress or a necklace. ‘Not tonight, you won’t need it.’ He assured her as she pouted. Niall didn’t let Violet carry her own weapons, promising her that he would provide her with one if the situation required it. ‘Well kids, we better get going, we don’t want to be late.’ Paul suggested, glancing at his watch. ‘It’s better to get to the party late than to never get there, but it’s better to get there on time, meaning, of course, just ever so fashionably late.’ Violet said with a smile. ‘Where did you hear that?’ Paul asked, admiring her intellect. ‘I forget.’ She replied, crinkling her forehead before shrugging. ‘Well let’s go,’ Niall said, taking her arm, ‘I’m ready to fucking party!’ He said, following Paul to the door, Violet’s arm hooked in his. ‘I’m so excited.’ Violet said softly, although her tone suggested anything but that. She often spoke this way, her voice not reflecting the intent of her words, but she meant them all the same. She was a curious creature, Niall perhaps being the only person who understood her temperament.
