"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said, jumbling his words together. Violet laughed. "Okay Harry," she said, her voice full of amusement at his drunken state. "I mean it," he said, reaching for her hand. She looked down at their hands, noticing how they fit together flawlessly. Harry leaned in closer to her, putting his other hand on her cheek. She looked into his eyes, unsure of what he was doing. He pulled her in even closer, pressing their lips together. Harry's lips were soft on hers, and he parted her lips with his tongue to gain access to her mouth. He was gentle, nibbling her bottom lip between his teeth. Violet held in a moan, loving how Harry's lips felt on hers. She finally understood what was happening, and she pulled away from him. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You're drunk, Harry," she said, her hands on his shoulders. "I want you," he said in a low tone, his eyes dark with arousal. "Kiss me again when you're sober," she said, pushing him back up against the wall.
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Violet Valentine met Harry Styles in a bar just by chance, but that one meeting turned into more than she could have ever imagined. They formed a quick friendship after he hired her to create his next album cover, but their professional relationship turned into something more. Will his commitment issues get in the way, or will they be able to make their relationship work? (Harry Styles x OC)
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This is an 18+ Harry Styles fanfic. Read with caution.
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Warnings will be included at the beginning of chapters with sensitive/sexual content.
(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT)
"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted.
"Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment.
"Does that mean that I'm in that category?"
My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.
"I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though."
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Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams.
James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia.
It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.