Paris At Midnight (H.S)

"I believe we have some power over who we love. It isn't something that just happens to a person." - Little Women.

Violet had never known love. Considering her mother passed when she was 7 and left only a gold heart locket necklace to her. After that her father had been cold and a drunk. He pushed her around, hitting her every now and then but she could never hurt him. I mean it was still her father. When she turned 18 he kicked her out but she didn't mind. Now 18 in her own apartment and an aspiring artist, but she still always wonders of love. Only love she has ever known is from her books. When she read it, it filled her with warmth. She craved for love because she never had it.

That was until him. She fell utterly in love with him. He made her feel as though she had known what love was the whole time. She needed him, and she knew that he needed her too. Even if he didn't want to admit it.

Though Harry has never known love. He never wanted to know love. He wasn't close to his parents at all and he didn't care. He always had girls throwing themselves at him and he didn't mind using them and then tossing them to the side. He always had himself and he knew that. He knew the power he held over women with his looks. He abused it. He was also a writer. He secretly really enjoyed writing poems and that was an escape from the broken world he saw around him. Harry didn't care about much.

That was until He met her. She brought out what he wished to see in himself but never could, and he still doesn't, But when she is by his side he thinks that he can see it for her. He needs her. He couldn't be without her because thats it for him, and he knows it is for her too. They are soulmates. Right?

Little did Violet know that her love life would be even more confusing than for the characters in her books.

Love stories always end in bliss, right? Thats what Violet want's to believe but between the heartache, the fights and the lies she doesn't know if it will.