Violet

Lie, all you need to do is lie.

"What are you talking about? Lou, I'm the only one here. You must be really drunk." I was shocked at how calm my voice sounded. My hands were shaking at my sides, I tried to calm down. Lying was one of the things I always hated at doing, but it was so amazing how easily it can slip from my lips.

"Maybe I am." Louis managed to say after hysterically laughing for no apparent reason.

"Lou, let's just get you back to your room." I grabbed his hand and closed the door behind me before he got anymore suspicious.

We stayed quiet on our way to the elevator. Still hand-in-hand, I started wondering about what would've happened if Louis was sober enough to actually know it was Harry before I even started speaking. Then I though of Harry still in his boxers and how I wouldn't be able to take anything seriously if the two were fighting.

Stop. Don't think about them fighting.

Louis started humming to one of the song a on his album, Stockholm Syndrome. He knew it was one of my favorites and it was probably the reason he sang it, his raspy voice from drinking suddenly released when he sang the chorus. I laughed when I realized how drunk he actually was and tried to shut him up.

"No. No. No. Yes- WAIT NO." He replied when I asked him to calm down. He kept on humming to the song and sang the chorus at the top of his lungs when it came up again. Finally, the elevator doors opened to Louis' floor so it stopped him from going any further into the song. We walked to his room, well I walked while Louis stumbled, and stayed in silence with occasional giggle from Louis.

"Goodnight, Louis. You better take care of that hangover tomorrow." I smiled when we reached his room. He laughed and took his key card and swiped it the wrong way. I shook my head at his stupidity while he was drunk and swiped the card correctly for him. He said what sounded like a thank you and hugged me goodnight.

"Wait," He said before I even turned around. "Could you stay the night?" His question to me by surprise.

"I'm sorry, Lou." I said while his smile faded. I gave him a soft and gentle kiss on the lips before hugging him one more time.

His smile returned as relief washed over me knowing that he wasn't mad with me.

"Goodnight, Vi." As soon as he closed the door, guilt spread through my veins.

How was it possible for me to lie so quickly? Especially to someone I was so close with, someone I would never want to hurt.

Realizing that I had been standing in front of Louis' hotel door for quite a long time, I took the steps to the elevator. I don't know what to expect when I get back to my hotel room, Harry would either still be sleeping or wide awake and looking for me. I hope it's the first possibility, I wouldn't know what to say to him.

As I finally reached the elevator, I pressed on the button with my floor number and waited patiently. After a few short minutes, the elevator doors opened to reveal the familiar floor patterns of the hotel.

Third door on your left.

I reminded my self as I sleepily walked over to my hotel room. I searched for my card to the door and realized that I never brought it with me. My oversized sweater doesn't have pockets so my roaming hands wouldn't help me at all. I had the choice to wake Harry up or wait outside my door for the remainder of the night. The first choice was probably the only one since the second was something I didn't want to do.

Hesitantly, I knocked on the door and it opened in an instant.

Harry's tired eyes met mine as worry covered his entire face. He hugged me tightly and gave me a hard kiss on the forehead without saying anything. His romantic gesture took me by surprise as he let go and closed the door behind him.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked as he sat back down on the bed. Still in his boxers, Harry pushed a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

Should I lie? No, I've told enough lies today.

"I took Louis back to his room, he was completely drunk and he saw you."

"What?" Harry said as soon as I finished my sentence.

"He saw you when he came to my room but I covered it up. He didn't even remember it by the time we got back to his room." I cleared it up trying to get Harry not to worry anymore.

"Good, I just hope he won't remember it again once he's sober. Look, it's 3:30 am, let's just sleep and talk about this later." I agreed to his arrangement and lay back down in the bed with him.

I pulled the blanket over us and wrapped my arm around his chest, He didn't resist to this and pulled me closer to him.

As darkness took over me, I smiled realizing how easily mine and Harry's bodies fit together.

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"Harry! I said no peeking!" As the hot water ran over me, the sudden creak of a door filled my ears.

"Sorry, your taking too long! Why can't you just get dressed and skip the shower?" He asked in between his laughs.

Harry and I agreed to go on a "date" to get to know each other better, he chose a frozen yogurt place not far from here. It's amazing how easy it is to forget that Harry is one of the biggest celebrities on this planet, he acts like an ordinary person, just another 21 year old.

"Because I don't want to walk into a frozen yogurt place braless and not even wearing any jeans!" I washed the conditioner out of my hair and turned the water off.

"Well I would love to see that someday," Harry muttered loud enough for me to hear.

"Hazz!"

"Vi!"

I laughed at our exchange and opened to doors to the closet. I chose a bleached denim, button down blouse to go with my red shorts and black, simple Converse. I dressed up quickly knowing that Harry is probably bored out of his mind right now and put my hair in a high ponytail.

As I put the finishing touches on my hair, the door to the bathroom opened to reveal Harry wearing a bored look on his face.

"What is it this time?" I said looking at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Are you done yet?" He said in his most childish voice.

"Yes, now let's go baby Haz." I smiled and walked out of the bathroom with him. I grabbed my phone and my card from the bedside table and held it all in my left hand.

Harry took my free hand and tangled it into his as we walked out of the hotel room together. The hallways were clear and free of people, as I walked in comfortable silence with Harry, his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He said into the phone.

"Harold, I don't think it's a good idea for you and your friend to go down through the front entrance?" The man on the other end spoke in a loud voice even though the phone wasn't on speaker.

"Why not, Paul?" He replied.

"Fans and paparazzi."

"Oh." Harry looked at me with a worried look on his face as he continued speaking on the phone.

"Yeah, hotel's surrounded by them. Back entrance won't work either." Paul explained.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care what they think. Just wait for us at the front." Harry said goodbye before hanging up the phone.

"What was that about? And Harold? I asked, though I knew exactly what was going on. I knew that's was his full name but everybody knows that he doesn't like being called that.

"Some fans and paparazzi have apparently been waiting for some action. Don't even start with that, he does it to annoy me." We reached the elevator and pressed the button that led to the lobby.

"Vi, I don't want you getting hurt by them, okay? All I need you to do is hold very tightly to my hand and look down. Don't listen to anything they say, do you understand me?" He cupped my cheeks as the elevator doors closed and said those words, he kissed me on the lips as soon as he finished.

Still affected by his kiss, I nodded dreamily. "Of course, Harold." He cocked his head to the side to give me that 'really?' look. After a few moments of reassurance from Harry, the elevator doors opened.

From the glass door and windows, I could already see dozens of fans and cameras waiting on the other end of the door. Distant screams filled the lobby as we got closer to the doors.

Fans were waving and cameras were flashing as soon and we walked outside of the hotel. A tall and muscular looking man, who I assumed was Paul, led us through the crowd and slightly moved fans out of the way. My grip on Harry's hand got tighter with every question and scream that filled my ears, I followed his instructions and kept my head down.

"Is she your girlfriend, Harry?"

"New fling or just a friend?"

"How long have you two been dating?"

"Who's the slut, Harry?" A fan yelled.
Ouch.

I've been called many things in my life but a slut was not one of them. Was I really a slut though? I mean, going back and forth between Harry and Louis really made me seem like one. Kissing Louis and then having sex with Harry was the exact definition of a slut. I knew Harry told me to ignore anything that they said but I wasn't one of those people who could just shake off the haters. I always cared what other people thought about me, and being a thirteen year old fan is not an exception.

The way to the car was longer than I expected, and as the doors opened to the black vehicle, the screams and questions were suddenly gone. I got into the car first so I was sitting on the left side, the tinted windows prevented anyone from seeing anything on the inside of the car. I stayed in silence still thinking about me being a 'slut'. I looked out the window and tried to fight off the tears that were building, California was always busy at this time of day.

"Vi, I know what they called you. Don't hide that from me. You are not a slut, don't let what they said get to your head. Didn't I tell you that?" Harry said, trying to make eye contact with me. Our hands were still intertwined as he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

"How do you deal with that? How do you deal with all the hate? I can't even deal with one person calling me that." I asked knowing how shaky my voice was, I still want looking at him because I don't want him to see me crying, it'll ruin our 'date'.

"Just by knowing that they're are also people who love me out there, one little hater can't bring you down. I mean look at all those amazing fans who go to the concerts and smile their brightest smile." He replied, and I finally looked at him.

"Yeah, but I don't have fans. I don't have young boys and girls looking up to me, I don't have fans screaming at concerts and making poster that say that they love me." I glanced down at our connected fingers and my stomach did a little flip.
It's funny how we only wanted to be friends with benefits but always act like a couple. Are we a couple? Are we something more than we wanted to be?

"You have me." His raspy voice was thick with his British accent when he said those words.
I gave him a small smile to reassure that I was fine and scooted a little close to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and put our hands on my lap, he looked down at me and gave me a kiss on my forehead before looking out the window again.

"Almost there, Hazz-bear." Paul said from the front passenger seat.

"Hazz-bear?" I asked.

"Yeah you should start calling him that, he'll get annoyed and do anything to stop you." Paul said looking back and smiling, he knew adding that sentence would give me tons of mischievous plans.

"Don't." Harry said, catching on.

"Of course not, Harold." I replied knowing he hated that more than his other nickname.

"Violet Taylor Woods!" I giggled at the way he said my full name.

"Sorry, Hazz-bear." I patted the hand that was intertwined with mine and kissed him on the cheek.

"Settle down, lovebirds. We're here." Paul remarked, interrupting us from our conversation.

"Wait, his the hell do you fans catch on so fast?" I asked, looking out of the window and realized that a few dozen fans and photographers are already outside.

"Magic." Harry replied, I tuck my phone and hotel card I've been holding in my left hand into my pocket and dig them in deeply.

"Ready, lovers?" Paul asked and Harry and I nodded. Harry didn't mind the nicknames that Paul has given us, in fact, he seems to like them. I let go of Harry's hand for a moment to move across they car and quickly held on to it again.

As soon as we got out, cameras started flashing but I barely noticed them. Harry's words were in my head the whole time, it blocked out all the noise that came from the fans and photographers.
You have me.
You have me.
You have me.

The words repeated in my head as Paul did his job and kindly told the fans and photographers to give us space. Head down and my hand in Harry's, we finally made it into The Big Chill.
As soon as the entrance doors closed, the screams and question from outside were finally gone. The place smelled of vanilla and strawberries. The walls were white with a pink and red line along the middle, dark wooden floors covered the entire area as we walked up to the cashier.

"Hi-" Her eyes first went to Harry until they landed on mine. She stopped only for a millisecond that Harry didn't notice but I did.

"Party of how many people?" She continued.

She had brown eyes a shade darker than mine, her chocolate brown hair ended two inches below her shoulders. She had a slim figure with high cheekbones and her name tag read Camilla.

Woods.

Camilla Woods.

Maybe it's just a coincidence. Anybody can have the same first name as my sister, the one who ran away years ago, three years to be exact. Anybody can, right?

"Two, please." Harry smiled right before I could say anything.

"That would be $18.50, please." She said and Harry let go of my hand and pulled out his wallet. I would've paid but I didn't bring any money with me.

"Thank you, you can go ahead and take a seat wherever you want." She said and glanced at me once more.

Harry took my hand again and led me to a table right in front of the bar. "What was that about?" He asked once we were seated.

"What was what about?"

"You and the cashier, you guys looked like you both saw a ghost. You two look alike, by the way." He added.

"Nothing, I just thought she looked familiar." Still the truth, just not all of it.

"Yeah, she reminds you of you." He chuckled and I faked a laugh with him.

"Let's just go get our yogurt." I suggested and he agreed.

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"She did not do that!" I half-yelled while taking a bit out of my yogurt. I settled on strawberry flavoring with white chocolate bits while Harry chose Vanilla with raspberry sauce.

"Yes, she did. It was her favorite doll back then so she destroyed my favorite trophy." He said in between laughs.

We've been here for a good 30 minutes and got refills on our frozen yogurts one time.

"Speaking of, the Grammy's are coming in a few days. Excited?" I asked, changing the subject.

"And nervous, good thing I'll have you to calm me down." He smiled. Did he just say what I think he said?

"Yes, I'm asking you to go with me to the Grammy's." Harry must've noticed my confused expression since he explained it to me.

Harry and I? At the Grammy's? What will people think? What will Louis think? Friends with benefits don't do this, they have sex and act normal. Not have sex and go out together to award shows.

"Harry, I know we agreed to stay friends with benefits but your acting like we're something more. Like a couple." I said, and his smile faded.

"We are. Violet, I'm not ready for anything serious but I know I want to be with you." He replied, leaning towards the table.

"How much?" I asked.

"Count the stars at night, that's how much I want you. Violet, honestly, I don't know what the hell is going on between us but I know I want to be more than friends with benefits. I understand you have something with Louis but let's try us out, we keep it a secret from everybody. And if it doesn't work out, I'll let you go.
Okay?" His words took me by surprise and I was sure it was clear in my face.

He just asked me to be in a secret relationship with him. Was this what I wanted? To hell with want, I need this.

"Okay. We keep our relationship a secret from everybody. No matter how hard it will be." I nodded as I said the words, knowing what I was getting into. We stared at each other for a while, deep in thought about what just happened. Then, my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I said into the phone, not breaking eye contact with Harry.

"Vi, I know what your sister has been doing these past three years." Bella's eager voice answered through the phone.

"Working in a frozen yogurt shop in LA, California?" I asked, looking over at Camilla. She was handling. With a customer, her brown hair slightly moving as she talked.

"Yes, AND a photographer/editor for Teen Vogue Magazine. Do you know how big a deal that is? Wait, how'd you know about her job as a cashier?"

"Of course, I know how big a deal that is, but why would she be working in a frozen yogurt shop?" Harry looked at me with lost eyes as he tried to catch up on my conversation.

"Part-time, I guess. Have you talked to her?" Bella asked.

"I'm about to, see you Bells." And I hung up.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"I'm about to be reunited with my sister."
I stood up from the table and Harry followed me, still dumbfounded about the whole situation. I walked over to the cashier where Camilla just finished with the customer.

"Yes?" She asked in her high pitched voice.

"Camilla, drop the act. Your my sister aren't you?" She gulped before answering,

"The one and only, Vi."

Notes

New chapter AND a new character! Excited to see what happens next? What do you think about Harry and Violet's relationship? Against or with?

Please leave your thoughts in the comment section!

xx Juli