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Two
Violet
I looked at myself in one of the mirrors, thank God I had straightened my hair properly. I smoothed the red crop top I was wearing with a pair of tailored black pants. There was only twenty minutes left; off-stage, it was chaos. The models were finishing up their hair and makeup while I was checking the last details on each outfit.
It was my boss' new clothing line presentation; Bella and I had been working extra hard on it so the runaway show would turn out perfectly. And I was even more excited because after that,we were going to party all night.
Vivienne grimaced at me and I saw Bella standing by her, clearly nervous.
“You and Bella should take your places,” she said, I stuck my head out. The Refectory of the Highline Hotel was full with at least two hundred guests. My eyes ran through the rows of people seating at each side of the runway. There were a few familiar faces; mostly fashion shows enthusiasts and famous people.
“Your seats are on the first row, on the left side.” Bella rolled her eyes; it was the third time Vivienne reminds us where our seats were. Bella elbowed me and I followed her eyes. Next to our empty seats, Louis and Niall were chatting lively.
Shit.
Harry took a seat next to Zayn,he was smartly dressed as usual and his black shirt was half unbuttoned, I could see his tattoos from where I was standing.
“C'mon, let’s go.” said Bella, leading the way. The boys stood up and Bella immediately sat next to Niall. When he saw me, Louis grabbed my hand and kissed it softly in a chivalrous gesture. He looked incredibly handsome, wearing a dark red turtle neck and a black suit, with his hair done in a quaff.
“Louis.” I said, with a half smile.
“You look stunning.”
My eyes met Harry’s and, for a second, I thought he was going to ignore me. But then, he smiled at me and gave me a small hug. What the hell? He let me go and I sat down, still confused. I was in the middle, Harry on my right and Louis on my left
“I didn’t know you guys were fond of fashion shows.” I was talking to Louis, trying to keep my distance from Harry. I didn’t want any other jealous fuss from him.
“Vivienne invited us,I mean we are the brand new clients.”
I laughed, “I’m glad you could make it.”
Louis moved his head closer to me and whispered: “Well, I was kind of hoping I would see you here.” and winked an eye at me.
I fixed my eyes on the runway, I was sure Harry was looking at me. The light of the chandeliers went down, and the runway was illuminated by several spot lights on the floor. I saw Vivienne seated on the opposite row and then, I felt a warm breath on my right ear.
“Red definitely suits you, Violet.” Harry's voice rang in my ear, I looked at him. Despite the half-light, I could see he was wearing a seductive smile. It annoyed me he thought he could win me with that attitude. I concentrated back on the runway.
Fortunately, he didn’t distract me again and he seemed deeply interested in the show. Everything was turning out wonderfully. Louis made some comments about the outfits and I noticed he was really funny. He cracked some jokes and I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. Despite the pressure and the anxiety I felt because of the event, he made feel relaxed.
Louis stretched out his arm and placed it on the back of my chair. I looked at Harry out of the corner of my eye. He was talking to Niall and he seemed to have not noticed Louis’s gesture. When the show was over, Vivienne got on the runway and said a few words. We all applauded: the presentation had been a success.
“We should go to the Hoffman Hall,” said Bella “We can talk to Vivienne later.”
I let Bella, Niall, and Harry walk away as I pretended to look around; I just didn’t want to be close to Harry and I was enjoying Louis' company way too much.
“Let’s grab a drink, shall we?” Louis offered. I didn’t even think about it; he took my hand delicately and led me through the crowd that was standing up and leaving the room.
The Hoffman Hall was 800 square feet room with a gothic style and high ceilings. We got to the bar and Louis asked for some margaritas. The room was full of people and soon enough, music started to play. We chatted over the music, he wanted to know about how we organized the presentation. I didn’t want to overwhelm him with stupid details, but he listened to me carefully. In no time, I found myself laughing again at Louis’s jokes. I was so comfortable around them that I ended up confessing my dream of having my own clothing line.
“You are beautiful, talented and hardworking.” he said “You’ll get far.”
I smiled, “What about you?”
“What do you want to know?” he asked, smirking.
“Everything.” Laughing with Louis Tomlinson was something easy. He told me about his life and the whole “being famous" thing.
“You seem very down to Earth, Louis.”
“Just call me Lou.” he said “Yeah, I guess it is what it is. I try to be grateful for all the things the band and I have accomplished.”
The party was getting louder and louder. We ordered two mojitos and watched everyone dance.
Vivienne was in the middle of the floor with a friend of hers. Then, I saw Harry standing in the corner talking to a girl. I instantly frowned and took a zip of my cocktail. The girl was evidently throwing herself at him, but Harry didn’t seem very interested. They exchanged a few words; he smiled at the girl, said something and disappeared.
“Do you want to dance?” Louis voice pulled out of my thoughts. He grabbed my hand again and pushed through the crowd. We started to dance; I could tell he was good. As the music filled our ears, we got a little bit closer and loosened up. Louis grabbed my waist and we both moved our hips together slowly. His blue eyes ran through my body but he didn’t make any other move. We were just dancing, one song after the other. I was completely carried away and I didn’t notice anything until I glanced at Harry. His eyes were fixed on us. His smile was gone and I could tell he was furious.
“I’m thirsty, do you want something?” said Louis after the fifth song.
“OK,” I answered “Whatever you drink, I’ll go to the bathroom” He nodded and disappeared. I opened my clutch and checked my cell phone, I had a message from Bella.
Nice moves. Bella x
I turned around smiling, ready to go to the bathroom when Harry appeared out of nowhere and grasped my arm. He headed out of the dance floor and towards the garden. It was cold outside and deserted.
I jerked off.
“What the hell Harry?” I asked, furious at his reaction.
“Yeah, what the hell?” he growled “Nice way of moving your ass.”
Here we go again.
“I already told you this is none of your business, we are nothing.” He needed to understand.
“Oh C’mon Violet.” he said, impatiently “You know you like me, so what was all that about?”
“That’s dancing, something you do at parties.” I said, deeply annoyed. I hated that he took the liberty of acting like that.
“You were fucking grinding.”
I snorted and kept silent. If I opened my mouth, I was going to say something horrible and I hadn’t forgotten both Harry and Louis were my clients. But anyway, he needed to get his shit together.
“Violet, do you like Louis?” he asked.
He was looking away, like preparing himself for the answer. I sighed.
“I barely know him, I barely know you either.So, stop it." I tried to keep my voice down.
“Do you like me?” he asked, this time in a lower voice.
He got closer to me and my breathing altered. I could smell his perfume, the same one he wore on the jacket he had the night we were in my apartment. The memory of him trailing kisses down my neck send a shiver down my spine.
“I can tell you do.” he said; he grabbed my chin gently, bringing my face up and kissed me. I gave his tongue an opening and he explored my mouth with it. Before I could notice it, my body was responding.He grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer.
But Louis’s face appeared on my head and consciousness hit me hard. I was kissing Harry Styles, again, in the middle of a party full of people. No, this wasn’t the way I wanted things to go. I didn’t want to be the talking point of some random gossip the next day.
I jerked off his grasp and took a step back, trying to put some distance. I wasn’t sure of what to say and my head was beginning to spin: a bad mix of alcohol and the rush of adrenaline.
“Violet, if you keep lying to yourself you’re gonna regret it.” he said, staring right at me, his eyes of a dark shade of green.
“Is that a threat?” I asked, with my eyes wide open.
“No, it’s the truth.”
Without any other word he turned around and walked back inside. I was there, shivering and still processing the whole thing. I blew out a deep breath trying to calm down. My heart rate was through the roof. I head to the bathroom without thinking it twice. I needed to quickly fix my hair and makeup and then, pretend nothing had happened.
I went back to the dance floor and looked around for Louis. I truly hoped he hadn’t seen anything, he was standing by the bar with two glasses.
“Sorry, I lost you.” I said, with an apologizing smile.
“There are a lot of people in here,I wouldn't blame you.” he answered, smiling back. Deep down, I was relieved. And I was a mess, as well. Louis and Harry. I knew there are boundaries I shouldn’t cross. They were band mates, they were clients.
“Here, take a sip.” He handed me the glass.
“What is it?”
“Champagne. For a wonderful night?” he said, holding the glass up high.
“For a wonderful night.”
I looked at myself in one of the mirrors, thank God I had straightened my hair properly. I smoothed the red crop top I was wearing with a pair of tailored black pants. There was only twenty minutes left; off-stage, it was chaos. The models were finishing up their hair and makeup while I was checking the last details on each outfit.
It was my boss' new clothing line presentation; Bella and I had been working extra hard on it so the runaway show would turn out perfectly. And I was even more excited because after that,we were going to party all night.
Vivienne grimaced at me and I saw Bella standing by her, clearly nervous.
“You and Bella should take your places,” she said, I stuck my head out. The Refectory of the Highline Hotel was full with at least two hundred guests. My eyes ran through the rows of people seating at each side of the runway. There were a few familiar faces; mostly fashion shows enthusiasts and famous people.
“Your seats are on the first row, on the left side.” Bella rolled her eyes; it was the third time Vivienne reminds us where our seats were. Bella elbowed me and I followed her eyes. Next to our empty seats, Louis and Niall were chatting lively.
Shit.
Harry took a seat next to Zayn,he was smartly dressed as usual and his black shirt was half unbuttoned, I could see his tattoos from where I was standing.
“C'mon, let’s go.” said Bella, leading the way. The boys stood up and Bella immediately sat next to Niall. When he saw me, Louis grabbed my hand and kissed it softly in a chivalrous gesture. He looked incredibly handsome, wearing a dark red turtle neck and a black suit, with his hair done in a quaff.
“Louis.” I said, with a half smile.
“You look stunning.”
My eyes met Harry’s and, for a second, I thought he was going to ignore me. But then, he smiled at me and gave me a small hug. What the hell? He let me go and I sat down, still confused. I was in the middle, Harry on my right and Louis on my left
“I didn’t know you guys were fond of fashion shows.” I was talking to Louis, trying to keep my distance from Harry. I didn’t want any other jealous fuss from him.
“Vivienne invited us,I mean we are the brand new clients.”
I laughed, “I’m glad you could make it.”
Louis moved his head closer to me and whispered: “Well, I was kind of hoping I would see you here.” and winked an eye at me.
I fixed my eyes on the runway, I was sure Harry was looking at me. The light of the chandeliers went down, and the runway was illuminated by several spot lights on the floor. I saw Vivienne seated on the opposite row and then, I felt a warm breath on my right ear.
“Red definitely suits you, Violet.” Harry's voice rang in my ear, I looked at him. Despite the half-light, I could see he was wearing a seductive smile. It annoyed me he thought he could win me with that attitude. I concentrated back on the runway.
Fortunately, he didn’t distract me again and he seemed deeply interested in the show. Everything was turning out wonderfully. Louis made some comments about the outfits and I noticed he was really funny. He cracked some jokes and I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. Despite the pressure and the anxiety I felt because of the event, he made feel relaxed.
Louis stretched out his arm and placed it on the back of my chair. I looked at Harry out of the corner of my eye. He was talking to Niall and he seemed to have not noticed Louis’s gesture. When the show was over, Vivienne got on the runway and said a few words. We all applauded: the presentation had been a success.
“We should go to the Hoffman Hall,” said Bella “We can talk to Vivienne later.”
I let Bella, Niall, and Harry walk away as I pretended to look around; I just didn’t want to be close to Harry and I was enjoying Louis' company way too much.
“Let’s grab a drink, shall we?” Louis offered. I didn’t even think about it; he took my hand delicately and led me through the crowd that was standing up and leaving the room.
The Hoffman Hall was 800 square feet room with a gothic style and high ceilings. We got to the bar and Louis asked for some margaritas. The room was full of people and soon enough, music started to play. We chatted over the music, he wanted to know about how we organized the presentation. I didn’t want to overwhelm him with stupid details, but he listened to me carefully. In no time, I found myself laughing again at Louis’s jokes. I was so comfortable around them that I ended up confessing my dream of having my own clothing line.
“You are beautiful, talented and hardworking.” he said “You’ll get far.”
I smiled, “What about you?”
“What do you want to know?” he asked, smirking.
“Everything.” Laughing with Louis Tomlinson was something easy. He told me about his life and the whole “being famous" thing.
“You seem very down to Earth, Louis.”
“Just call me Lou.” he said “Yeah, I guess it is what it is. I try to be grateful for all the things the band and I have accomplished.”
The party was getting louder and louder. We ordered two mojitos and watched everyone dance.
Vivienne was in the middle of the floor with a friend of hers. Then, I saw Harry standing in the corner talking to a girl. I instantly frowned and took a zip of my cocktail. The girl was evidently throwing herself at him, but Harry didn’t seem very interested. They exchanged a few words; he smiled at the girl, said something and disappeared.
“Do you want to dance?” Louis voice pulled out of my thoughts. He grabbed my hand again and pushed through the crowd. We started to dance; I could tell he was good. As the music filled our ears, we got a little bit closer and loosened up. Louis grabbed my waist and we both moved our hips together slowly. His blue eyes ran through my body but he didn’t make any other move. We were just dancing, one song after the other. I was completely carried away and I didn’t notice anything until I glanced at Harry. His eyes were fixed on us. His smile was gone and I could tell he was furious.
“I’m thirsty, do you want something?” said Louis after the fifth song.
“OK,” I answered “Whatever you drink, I’ll go to the bathroom” He nodded and disappeared. I opened my clutch and checked my cell phone, I had a message from Bella.
Nice moves. Bella x
I turned around smiling, ready to go to the bathroom when Harry appeared out of nowhere and grasped my arm. He headed out of the dance floor and towards the garden. It was cold outside and deserted.
I jerked off.
“What the hell Harry?” I asked, furious at his reaction.
“Yeah, what the hell?” he growled “Nice way of moving your ass.”
Here we go again.
“I already told you this is none of your business, we are nothing.” He needed to understand.
“Oh C’mon Violet.” he said, impatiently “You know you like me, so what was all that about?”
“That’s dancing, something you do at parties.” I said, deeply annoyed. I hated that he took the liberty of acting like that.
“You were fucking grinding.”
I snorted and kept silent. If I opened my mouth, I was going to say something horrible and I hadn’t forgotten both Harry and Louis were my clients. But anyway, he needed to get his shit together.
“Violet, do you like Louis?” he asked.
He was looking away, like preparing himself for the answer. I sighed.
“I barely know him, I barely know you either.So, stop it." I tried to keep my voice down.
“Do you like me?” he asked, this time in a lower voice.
He got closer to me and my breathing altered. I could smell his perfume, the same one he wore on the jacket he had the night we were in my apartment. The memory of him trailing kisses down my neck send a shiver down my spine.
“I can tell you do.” he said; he grabbed my chin gently, bringing my face up and kissed me. I gave his tongue an opening and he explored my mouth with it. Before I could notice it, my body was responding.He grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer.
But Louis’s face appeared on my head and consciousness hit me hard. I was kissing Harry Styles, again, in the middle of a party full of people. No, this wasn’t the way I wanted things to go. I didn’t want to be the talking point of some random gossip the next day.
I jerked off his grasp and took a step back, trying to put some distance. I wasn’t sure of what to say and my head was beginning to spin: a bad mix of alcohol and the rush of adrenaline.
“Violet, if you keep lying to yourself you’re gonna regret it.” he said, staring right at me, his eyes of a dark shade of green.
“Is that a threat?” I asked, with my eyes wide open.
“No, it’s the truth.”
Without any other word he turned around and walked back inside. I was there, shivering and still processing the whole thing. I blew out a deep breath trying to calm down. My heart rate was through the roof. I head to the bathroom without thinking it twice. I needed to quickly fix my hair and makeup and then, pretend nothing had happened.
I went back to the dance floor and looked around for Louis. I truly hoped he hadn’t seen anything, he was standing by the bar with two glasses.
“Sorry, I lost you.” I said, with an apologizing smile.
“There are a lot of people in here,I wouldn't blame you.” he answered, smiling back. Deep down, I was relieved. And I was a mess, as well. Louis and Harry. I knew there are boundaries I shouldn’t cross. They were band mates, they were clients.
“Here, take a sip.” He handed me the glass.
“What is it?”
“Champagne. For a wonderful night?” he said, holding the glass up high.
“For a wonderful night.”
Notes
Hi everyone! I'm Miranda, the co-author of this story. Chapter two is ready! Hope you all like it. Whether me or Juli will be updating soon. I hope you're enjoying the story as much as we do. Feel free to comment, we want to hear your opinion!
Happy reading guys!
Miranda x
@Jules . Tomlinson
Intresting! We'll take that into the suggestion box. But things can happen, and friendships can shatter. Thank you so much for your dedicstion to this story, I appreciate it so much. xx
3/17/15