Never Sometimes Always // harry styles

chapter one

hslot is over and i'm a sad kid lol.
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Violet remembers the day she first saw him.

He came in the shop when she was with another customer – Mr. Dively. He was currently telling her all of his plans for his first trip to Disney World. He says the trip is for his daughters but Mr. Dively's animated voice and flamboyant gestures say otherwise. There was a whole schedule made and he made sure that Violet knew the entire thing, insisting that if anything were to happen in their little village of Cheshire West and Chester, she would know what he's doing at that moment before she rang him. She's not sure what he's expecting to happen, but she listens anyway.

He walks in just as the photos of matching outfits came out. ("Just in case one of the little ones got lost, you know?").

He's with Anne, a regular at the shop. He was wearing casual trackie bottoms. They were blue with a red stripe down both sides of the leg. They probably still cost more than all of Violet's textbooks combined. He has on a plain white t-shirt, something she can likely afford, and some trainers with tall grey socks. There were shades perched high on his head, hidden by the abundance of curls that adorned his head and an annoyed expression on his face. She hopes he's nicer than he looks at the moment.

Violet shoots Anne a quick smile, just as a bit of acknowledgement before she returned back to Mr. Dively. Violet then assumes that Anne is his mother. It makes the most sense.

"- have my number just in case you should ever need it." He grabs his camera, universal stick and prints quickly before shuffling out of the way for the next in line. "See you in a week, Violet. Try not to miss me too much."

Violet chuckles to herself, waving towards Mr. Dively even though he wasn't looking back.

Next in line was Anne. She came to the till with a large smile on her face, nearly resembling a child whose left lessons early. Anne's son on the other hand continued to stay barricaded by his private security detail. He looked exhausted. If the purple rings under his eyes were anything to go by Violet would reckon it was a couple of days since he'd gotten proper sleep.

"Violet, love, alright?"

Violet gives Anne her best smile as she watched to older woman dig around in her bag for something, presumably her universal hard drive.

"Not quite peachy keen, but I'll get by." Unlike other customers, Anne gets the full scoop of Violet's life. Violet finds some type of comfort in Anne and she reckons Anne finds some in her too.

"Oh no, dear. Why's that?" At this point she's still digging. This is what usually happens. It's always 'in the bottom of my purse somewhere' or 'hiding from me.' Violet didn't mind. It keeps the conversation going, and in a camera and printing shop with only three employees, Violet very much so loves outside conversations.

"Mums been buggering my head in since I came home from University. She pops in my old room at least ten times per hour just to see if I'm still there."

"Your mother has missed you! Her only child has moved four hours away and hardly ever visits. I reckon she has the right to bugger you."

Violet just laughs lightly at Anne's response. Her mother and Anne have never met but she can tell they would get along easily.

Violet then looks at Harry and he's looking around the shop with a scowl. She wonders what for. Anne must have noticed the silence because she looks up for a second before tucking back into her purse and saying, "Violet, I nearly forgot – my son, Harry. Harry, my dear friend, Violet."

Harry's head pops up at his name and Violet is stunned. Of course she's seen photos. Media photos and personal photos on Anne's mobile. But nothing really prepared her for how handsome Harry is now that he's right in front of her. He takes a step forward, already looking uninterested in the conversation, before shaking Violet's hand. She glanced at the security detail and he looked around the shop, a bit embarrassed, but he didn't say anything.