#stained

Her hands were messing with his pants as she groped him. Harry didn’t care what she did as long as she did it long enough to distract him. Although he wanted to enjoy it, he was struggling to do so. His eyes moved up to stare at the wall across from him. The girl shoving her hand in his pants to wrap her hand around his dick was not doing enough to distract him. 

Just as the girl pulled him out of his pants, the door shot open. Niall walked in with a strange look on his face but it had nothing to do with what he walked in on. 

“Harry.” 

“Fuck off, Horan.” He snapped. 

“Put your dick up and c’mon!” 

“I said, fuck off.” 

Niall groaned as he slammed the door shut. Harry was unaware that he was pacing in the hallway. He knew that Sky would kill him if he didn’t get Harry to come with him. He opened the door again, but before Harry could say anything, Niall spoke.

“It’s Violet.”

Harry darted his eyes to Niall. “What?”

“Sky said she’s puking and.. some guy is with her.” Niall explained. “I thought she was with you.”

“With some guy?” Harry clenched his jaw and grabbed the girl’s wrist. He yanked her hand away from his body. “Stop. It’s not happening.”

She cocked her brow at him. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m serious.” 

The girl huffed and stormed out of the room, hitting Niall with her shoulder as she went by. Harry fixed his clothes and swept a hand through his hair. 

“Where is she?” 

“Sky saw her go into the bathroom with some guy.” Niall looked down the hall. “The one on the other side of the house.” 

“Fuck.” Harry huffed. “I told you to watch her.”

“She’s your pet to watch, not mine.”

“She’s not a fucking pet!” Harry yelled out. 

Niall didn’t say anything else, he knew it wasn’t his place to. Harry rushed off, the only thought in his mind was to find Violet. He fought his way through the crowd of people until he broke out on the other side. Thankfully, he was familiar enough with the house to know where the bathroom was. He saw Sky and hastily went to her. 

“Sky, where’s Violet?” He was frantically looking around trying to catch a glimpse of her. 

“In the bathroom.” Sky pointed to the door closest to them. 

Harry wasted no time barging into the room. He was met with curses and yells from some person he’d never seen before, but none of that mattered. Violet was sitting on the floor throwing up in the toilet.

“Do you mind, jackass?” The guy threw his hands in the air and huffed like an angry toddler. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Harry walked up to him, anger making his blood boil. “Get out.” 

She heard Harry’s voice and whined quietly. She muttered his name out, but he didn’t hear her. She wasn’t sure how he found her, but she was glad someone she knew was close by. She needed him to help her. 

“Find your own girl.” 

“That is my girl.” He felt like he was about to explode. “Fuck off. You’re not touching her.”

“You fuck off.” The guy pushed Harry back. “Soon as she’s done my dick is going in her. So get the fuck out.”

“You’re not putting any fucking thing in her. Go fuck yourself.” 

Violet turned her head just in time to witness Harry harshly grabbing the guy by his collar and shoving him into the wall. She couldn’t see either of their faces, but the anger was evident in Harry’s voice, 

“Get the fuck out!” 

Violet jumped at the volume. She had never heard him get that loud before. Niall came in the moment he heard the thrashing around and shouting. 

“Get the fuck off me.” 

Harry threw a few more punches into the guy’s face. He wasn’t completely unscathed, the guy was able to get a hit in. 

“Sky, don’t.” Niall grabbed her arm to push her away from the door as she tried to come in. “I’ll get her.” 

Violet hadn’t thrown up in a couple of long moments. She was hoping her stomach was empty and this would all be over soon. Niall lowered to the ground and took hold of her elbow. 

“C’mon, Violet. Can you get up?”

She slowly turned her head to look at him. “Yeah.. I think.” 

“Come with me.” Niall pulled her up and carefully put his arm around her waist to help her walk. 

“Harry..” Her lip quivered as she tried to look back at him, but Niall wouldn’t let her. 

“C’mon, now.” 

Tears began trickling down her cheeks as Niall walked her a few feet from the door. Sky quickly grabbed her face and held her head up. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” 

Violet shook her head. “Where’s Harry? I’m.. I’m scared.” 

Niall left the girls alone so he could get Harry away from that guy before he did something regrettable to him. Sky sighed and looked over her shoulder towards the bathroom. She could hear the mix of all three of them yelling at each other. Niall was trying to break it up, the guy was trying to get out of the way, and Harry was trying to hurt him..

“I need him, please.” She tried to walk around Sky, but she was stopped. 

“Niall’s getting him.” 

Violet felt the burn of her mascara in her eyes. “M’sick.. he.. he was right. I.. I’m sick.” 

“Okay, calm down. You’re alright.” Sky tried to shush her, but it wasn’t working. 

“He’s.. he’s gonna be mad at me.” She felt extremely embarrassed and upset. 

He had warned her countless times to take it slow and not rush the drinks down her throat. She didn’t listen and now it had caught up with her. He was going to be so disappointed. 

“No, he won’t.” Sky wiped away some of the tears. 

“So mad. I.. I didn’t mean to.. get sick.” She kept shaking her head back and forth. 

“Violet, please, just breathe.” Sky felt bad for letting her slip out of sight. “Hey, you don’t need to let him see you cry, okay? He’ll be worried.” 

The thought of causing him any more worry made her anxious. She nodded quickly and started rubbing her face to rid her skin of the tears. Her makeup was ruined but that was the least of her worries. There was still so much noise spiraling around her. The music hadn’t died down, nor the loud talking and laughing. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe slowly. Calming herself seemed impossible, but she wasn’t going to give up. 

Suddenly, amidst the chaos, Harry appeared. He grabbed her elbows and yanked her body forward, she whined as her head fell back. 

“Violet.” His voice was still loud. 

“Harry.. my tummy hurts.” She reached for his waist with both hands and held onto his shirt. 

He tightened his hold on her arms. “What the fuck have you been doing?”

“My.. my tummy, Harry.” Her eyes swelled with more tears as she saw the anger on his face. 

“Answer me.” He demanded coldly. 

She couldn’t look away from his harsh glare. “Having fun.. I thought. This isn’t fun anymore, Harry.” 

“Are you trying to get hurt?”

She furrowed her brows. “No he—”

“Violet, what have you been drinking?”

“I-I don’t..” She couldn’t get her thoughts in line. 

“Answer me. I’m serious.”

“I-I.. I dunno.” 

“Was he giving you drinks?” He was overwhelming her.

“No, I.. I mean maybe.. maybe a few.”

“Damn it, Violet!” He let go of her arms and huffed. 

“I’m.. I’m sorry, Harry.” She covered her face as she started to sob. She turned away from him to hide. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” He circled around her, trying to pull her hands down.

She fought against him for a moment, but quickly gave up and let him move her arms. He carefully lowered them down and left her hands at her side, opting to cup her cheek with one hand and hold her waist with the other. 

“Are-are you mad at me?” She barely managed to get the words out as her eyes opened up. 

Harry felt his heart drop to his feet. Her pretty eyes were red, her mascara and makeup were smudged all around them. She looked so sad and afraid. 

“No, I’m not mad. I’m worried, though.” 

“I’m sorry.” She coiled her hand around his wrist, forcing his palm to stay on her face. He had no plans on moving it anyway. 

“Don’t get upset.”

Violet chewed on her cheek for a second. “You’re.. you’re yelling at me.” 

“I’m yelling because it’s loud, not because I’m mad at you.” Harry sighed. “C’mon, we’re leaving.”

He grabbed her wrist and started pulling her. She clawed at his forearm and whined. 

“Ow, that hurts.” 

Without second thought, he slid his hand down to her hand and squeezed her palm tight. “Sorry.” 

“I wanna go home.”

“I’m taking you home.”

Violet whined again and grabbed onto his elbow with her other hand. “Not home.. I wanna go to your place.”

“That’s what I meant.” Harry sighed back. 

He wasn’t irritated with her, just with the situation and the fact they hadn’t left yet. He was ashamed of himself for allowing her to get so drunk and incoherent. If something bad had really happened to her, he would’ve never forgiven himself. 

“Can I stay with you, please?” She asked with a pleading look in her eyes. 

“Yeah, you can stay.” 

He quickly told Niall they were leaving before dragging her to the front door. Violet felt her stomach start to turn again, but she tried to ignore it. Throwing up in front of him was not something she wanted to do. Harry lead her to his car and opened the door as fast as he could. He motioned her to get in, so she did. She realized how sad she really was feeling the moment Harry leaned inside of the car, taking the seatbelt in his hands. 

“Let me buckle you in, Violet. Be still.” He lowered his voice as she tried to put her arm around his neck. 

“I wanna hug you.” She said in a sweet, yet very upset, voice. 

“Not right now.” He sighed while buckling her in. 

“Please, Harry.” 

“You can hug me when we get home, love.” He glanced at her, and she tried to grab him again. 

“I want a hug now.” She whimpered, batting her lashes at him. “Pretty please? My tummy hurts.” 

Hearing her say that again made him melt into a puddle. How could he deny her? She was asking so sweetly and being so adorable. 

“Fine. C’mere.” He slid his arm around her waist and the other quickly followed suit. 

“Thank you.” She lifted her arms and snaked them around his neck. 

“You’re welcome, angel.” 

“Hm. That’s cute.” She giggled softly.

“What?”

“Angel.”

He pulled back, their eyes meeting. “You’ve had too much to drink. Time to get you home, yeah?” 

“Yeah, please.” She agreed with a pout. Her stomach was hurting again. 

The car ride was quiet for the most part. The radio was off, only the sound of the engine and other cars passing by filled the silence. Violet kept her eyes fixed on her lap after realizing that watching the street lights go by made her queasy. Harry kept his eyes forward, except for every once in a while when he’d glance over at her to make sure she was still alive. She was so quiet.

When they were just a few minutes away from home, Violet broke the quietness. 

“Was that guy gonna do something bad to me?” She asked, afraid to know the answer. 

During the drive, she had been thinking about everything that happened — well, everything she could remember. Some of the night was very fuzzy in her mind. But she recalled talking to the guy the second go around in the kitchen. He was funny and kind to her. They danced together for a while. She let him touch her body and he did the same for her. She was having a decent time. He didn’t seem like he had any bad intentions. 

Harry took a deep breath. “Probably, yeah. If I hadn’t come in there.. he could’ve hurt you.” 

Violet thought about how nice the guy made her feel wanted and appreciated. She knew what she was doing when she decided to hang out with him. 

“I didn’t mean to.. to go in there with him. I wanted to go alone.. but I told him to come with me.” She said while picking at her nails. “He wasn’t.. wasn’t being pushy or.. or anything.” 

“I wish you would’ve found me when you started feeling bad.” 

“I’m sorry. I tried looking for you.” 

He sighed. “Why didn’t you call me?” 

“I dunno. I.. I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Vi. You’re alright now.”

She wasn’t the only one to blame anyway. It was his fault she got upset with him and ran off. It was his fault she was alone in such a vulnerable state. He felt like an idiot for being so mean to her. He should’ve just let her kiss him like she wanted to. Most likely, she would’ve just done it for a few minutes, asked for another drink, and moved on. She probably wouldn’t have gotten so caught up in her mind the way he had. 

When they got to his place, she dreaded the walk up the stairs. Harry took her through the back entrance and unlocked the door that lead to his apartment. He motioned for her to go first, but she pouted and huffed. 

“Harry.. I’m sick.” 

He chuckled. “You’re drunk, Vi.” 

“I can’t.. make it.” She stared up the staircase. 

“C’mon, hold on to me.” 

Without second guessing, he swept her off her feet. She squealed, then giggled as he carried her up the stairs. She held on tight to his neck, hoping that he was strong enough to make it to the top. He didn’t seem to have any issues. 

“Thank you.” She said politely as he helped her back to her feet once they reached the door. 

“You’re welcome.” 

He followed her inside and shut the door behind them. She waited patiently for him to say something or tell her what to do. He tossed his phone, keys, and wallet on the kitchen counter and pushed out a heavy sigh. He was exhausted and ready to crash. 

“M’gonna go wash my face. I’ll get you a washcloth for your makeup.” He said while walking past her. 

She watched him go into the bathroom. He didn’t shut the door, but she still assumed he didn’t intend on her following him. She sat down on the couch and took off her shoes and the tiara that had somehow managed to stay on top of her head all night. 

Harry scrubbed his face until it was clean of all the paint. He stared at his reflection for a long minute. How could he let all this happen tonight? She got out of his sight and almost got stuck in a bad situation. He felt bad that she had gotten sick without him there to take care of her. He hoped she wasn’t afraid at any point. 

Now, she’s sitting in his apartment waiting for him to come back. He quickly sorted through his thoughts and made a few decisions. He had something she could sleep in, since that dress wasn’t going to be a suitable choice. He didn’t have a spare bed, but he had a couch and he’d gladly take it for the night.

He dried his face off before getting a washcloth for her. He soaked it with warm water and folded it neatly into a square. When he saw her waiting patiently on the couch, his chest started to tighten. He cleared his throat and approached her. 

“I hope this is alright.” He said in a mumble, handing her the wash cloth. “I don’t have any sort of makeup remover stuff.”

Violet smiled as she took it from him. “You wear eyeliner.”

He chuckled a little. “Yeah, but I just wash it off in the sink.”

“Thank you.” She glanced down at the wash cloth before pressing it to her face. 

Knowing he made sure it was warm was comforting for her. She wiped it down her cheeks, trying to get rid of the makeup. It wasn’t going to be the best removal job ever, but it’ll work fine for the night. Before wiping over her eyes, she looked back up at him. 

“Harry.. do.. do you have something I can.. sleep in?”

“Yeah, I’ll get you a shirt.” He was about to turn around, but he stopped. “Do you want some shorts or pajama pants?” 

She exhaled slowly. “Do you care if I sleep without any pants?”

“If you’re fine with it, I don’t mind. I’ll be on the couch anyway.” 

Violet shook her head. “Okay.. I just get.. hot when I sleep.”

“As long as you’re comfortable, I don’t care what you do.” He reassured her before walking off. 

She looked down at her dress and furrowed her brows. She hadn’t thought about how she was going to muster the strength to take it off until now. Harry was across the apartment digging through his drawers to find her something comfortable to sleep in, so she stood up and made her way to the bathroom. When he heard footsteps, he looked over his shoulder to check on her. A smile softly spread over his lips as he saw her shutting the bathroom door. Maybe she was feeling a bit better. She seemed to be moving around easier. 

In the bathroom, Violet finished wiping off her makeup and splashed some cold water over her face. She took the opportunity to let her curiosity take over. Harry had the usual things cluttering his counter, like toothpaste and a soap tray. She picked up a black pencil and read over the words. It looked like he had a favorite brand of eyeliner. She thought it was cute that he had a few sitting out. 

Her stomach felt empty, but it was still bubbling. A groan slipped out as she looked back at her reflection. She was a wreck. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was messy, and her entire body ached. 

Harry tossed a pillow and a throw blanket on the couch for himself and sighed. He wondered how she was doing in there, but he didn’t get in the way. He gave her the space she needed and waited for her. He was still holding the shirt in hand when the door opened. 

“Harry.” She poked her head out, the dress still on her body. 

“Yeah?” 

Her heart started to race. “I.. I need your help. I can’t get my.. my dress off.”

“C’mere.” 

He met her half way and gestured for her to turn around. He had never delicately taken a dress off a woman before, but there was a first time for everything. He carefully pulled the zipper down. Violet felt the release of the fabric and sighed in relief. She was sick of wearing it. He gave her the shirt. She took a step back towards the bathroom but stopped. 

“Can you.. can you undo my bra?” She asked quietly while turning towards him. “I.. um, my whole body hurts.” 

He gently grabbed her waist and twisted her back around. “Yeah. Be still.” 

“Thanks.” 

Harry grabbed the clasp and carefully undid her bra. He released the sides and watched the item fall away from her skin. She pressed her hand over her chest to keep everything in place. Without saying anything, she vanished into the bathroom and changed into the shirt he picked out for her. It was one he didn’t throw it on often, but it had plenty of wear on the fabric. It was comfortable and a bit stretched. She thought it was perfect. 

Violet came out of the bathroom and glanced around the apartment as she waited for him to tell her what to do. Was she allowed to get on his bed? Sure, he mentioned the couch, but did he actually want her sleeping in his bed? Harry noticed how lost she looked, so he made his way to her. She looked up at him with wide eyes and a soft pout. 

He touched her waist with one hand, just barely. “How’s your tummy, hm? Are you feeling any better?” 

She smiled at the way he said that word. It sounded very sweet coming from him. He had never said that word, but after hearing her say it over and over again, he couldn’t shake it from his head. 

“Somewhat, yeah.” She nodded. 

Harry grunted lightly as she unexpectedly put her arms around his waist and yanked him close. He licked his lips and took a slow breath before returning the favor and wrapping his arms around her back. 

“Thank you.. for taking care of me.” 

“You don’t have to thank me.” He pressed his hand against the back of her head and held her in place. 

She hummed at the feeling, closing her eyes as she smiled into his chest. This felt insanely perfect and natural. She never wanted it to stop. He was so warm and soft, yet his body was toned and firm. He was comforting and gentle in the moment with her. 

“Can you say it again?” She muttered out.

“Hmm?”

“Can you say.. what you said in the car?” 

Harry lowered his hand from her head, but he didn’t let her go. “What do you mean?” 

“When you.. hugged me in the car.” 

He thought back to everything he said. A smile appeared on his face as he remembered the name he called her. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if she’d even remember it. 

“Angel?”

“Yeah. Can you.. call me that again?” She let her head fall back. 

“Violet.” He sighed as he caught her pretty eyes. 

He shouldn’t call her that, or anything similar. He shouldn’t want to. But it was impossible to fight her cute pleading face — her eyes were so big and her lips were pouting. She fluttered her lashes and tried again. 

“It’s pretty and I.. I like it. Please?” 

He felt defeated, in a good way. “If you want me to, angel.” 

“Mhm.” 

She laid her head back on his chest and tightened her arms around him. He sighed slowly, his body melting in her arms. Holding her like this was strange. He’s never really felt this way about anyone before, plus he never hugs people like this. His hook up routine doesn’t include long embraces and gentle touches. 

“You need to lay down.” Harry mumbled to her, his hand gently rubbing a circle on her back. 

“I wanna go with you.” 

He smiled to himself. “No, you need to go to sleep. I have to take a shower.” 

She rubbed her temple against his chest. “Harry, please? I don’t feel good.” 

It took all of his strength to ignore the cute gestures and the softness of her voice. He couldn’t cave in. She wasn’t entirely in her right mind, and he’d like to believe he wasn’t either, but that wasn’t true.

“No, Vi. Lay down, okay?” 

“But.. but.. I can’t go to sleep.” She whined back. 

“You haven’t tried.” A chuckle followed his words. 

“I won’t be able to.” 

“Violet, please.” 

She looked up at him again, this time it felt more intense and special than before. “Stay with me for a bit.. so I can fall asleep. Pretty please.” 

He nodded lightly and smiled. “After my shower, I will.” 

“Promise?” A grin spread over her face.

“I promise.” 

Despite not really wanting to, Violet decided to let him go. She was in his apartment, so she knew he wasn’t going to disappear. He was about to guide her to the bed, but she walked off before he could. The bed did look comfortable and she was beyond tired. She yawned while climbing onto the foot of the bed. A soft laugh left his mouth as he watched her get comfortable. 

Harry made the short trip over to the bed. “Don’t you want to lay down the right way?”

She rolled over onto her back and peered up at him as he appeared. “In a minute. You’re gonna go take a shower right?”

“Yeah, I just told you that, Vi.” He lightly scrunched his brows. 

This girl was either still drunk or just very, very tired. Though she had a lot to drink, he knew some of it had worn off by now. 

“I’ll move when you come back. M’too tired to move.” 

“Okay. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She quickly grabbed his hand and gave him a tug. “Harry.”

“Hm?” 

Violet reached over with her other hand and wrapped it around his wrist to keep him anchored. “Can I have a hug before you go?” 

“I just gave you a hug.” He smiled again. Nobody had ever made him smile as much as she has since they met. 

“I want another one. You’re leaving.” She pouted her lips out.

“I’m not leaving you, Vi. Just going to shower.” He reminded her, not wanting to give in to her pleading again. 

But it was hard. It was so fucking hard. How could he resist her when she used the sweetest voice and batted her lashes? How could he ignore her when she pouted those pretty lips out and begged him over and over again? From the moment he met her, he knew he’d do absolutely anything for her. Was it a good thing? Probably not, but tonight wasn’t the night to decide that. 

“Please?” She tried again. 

“Alright.” 

Harry leaned down and let her put her arms around his body. He slipped one arm beneath her and the other hand grabbed her waist. Violet sighed into his ear as he let his head fall. Something about her was captivating and inviting, yet so dangerous. He felt incredibly good while being in her arms, their bodies pressed together. It was probably a horrible decision, but right now none of the consequences mattered. He pushed everything out of his mind and focused on the feeling of being this close to her. He had spent countless hours debating with himself over his feelings for her. Were they really feelings or was it just a misunderstanding? He never wanted to admit it, but he knew they were real. Being with Violet was when he felt the most comfortable, when he felt like himself. She made everything better. She made everything easier. However, she also made it quite complicated and chaotic. She was disrupting his life in a way he had yet to fully comprehend. 

Her soft lips brushed his ear as she mumbled. “Your hugs make me feel safe.”

“You’re always gonna be safe with me.” He never wanted her to think otherwise. 

If he knew anything, if he was certain about any fact in his life.. it was that he would never put her into any danger. The situation at the party terrified him enough, he couldn’t possibly handle any more. He wasn’t always the nicest person, or the most open one when it came to emotions, but he knew he would never let anything happen to her. 

“I liked it when you kissed me at the party.” Violet’s gentle voice broke his trance. 

“That was an accident.” He sighed back.

She placed her hand on his jaw and tried her best to angle his head. “Didn’t feel like one. Can you do it again?” 

“Violet.” He wouldn’t let her move him. 

“Pretty please?”

“You’re drunk.” He felt bad as she tried again, this time curling her fingers into his hair to get a better grip.

“M’not as drunk as earlier. Please.” She managed to get him to adjust his position. “I want to, Harry.” 

Hearing her use the word want made his stomach twist up. He didn’t give her what she wanted earlier because he was too stubborn to admit that he wanted it, too. And how did that play out? She ran off and got caught up in what could have been a way worse situation than it was. He stared into her sparkling eyes, even though they were hardly opened he got lost in them. He couldn’t disappoint her again tonight. Once was far too much. 

It took everything in her not to explode with pure joy when his lips pressed down onto hers. He held them there for a long moment, not sure how far she wanted to take it. Violet lifted her other hand and sat it against the side of his neck. She really liked touching him like this. It felt real and magical all at the same time. She pecked his mouth a couple of times as he tried to pull back. Each little touch made him want to sink further and further into her. He was completely melted. 

“Can you kiss me?” She broke away from his mouth. 

He furrowed his brows and muttered back. “I just did, Vi.” 

She lightly shook her head and brought her hand to her jaw. “No, here. Please?” 

Harry watched her tap her fingertips on her jaw, indicating that she wanted more than just a few pecks on her mouth. The look of utter disappointment and sadness she gave him earlier in the night when he refused to kiss her was burned into his brain. The thought of seeing it again made him nervous. He couldn’t disappoint her again. He took a deep breath and nodded. 

Harry molded his lips to the shape of her jaw and placed a few kisses across her skin. She bit down on her tongue and let her fingers slide further into his hair. Her fingers were still touching her face, so he gave each of them a soft kiss, too. She giggled quietly at the ticklish, but extremely comforting, feeling. 

“Here, please?” She trailed the tip of her index finger down her neck, stopping at the base. 

Harry obliged. A very soft, almost nonexistent moan came from her mouth. The sound sent shockwaves to his core. This can’t happen. He shouldn’t be doing this. 

“And.. here.” She instructed again as she pulled down the hem of the tshirt that smelled like him and skimmed her finger over her collarbone. 

He did exactly what she wanted. It was quite unbelievable. Hours ago, she was begging him to do something and he just refused all together. Now, he’s doing it without questioning it, without second guessing or denying her. 

“Harry..” Her soft voice faded out. 

He grunted against her skin, but didn’t move an inch. “Tell me where, Vi.. anywhere you want.” 

She struggled to catch her breath all of a sudden. Was this real? Was this some sort of drunken fueled dream? It felt like one. It felt like the world didn’t exist, like they were the only two people to ever live. This couldn’t be real, but it was.

“Any.. anywhere?” She whispered. 

“Anywhere.” He kissed her collarbone again, awaiting the next instruction.

The hand she had tangled in his hair relaxed against the back of his head while the other moved down to grab the hem of the shirt. She carefully pulled it up to reveal her boobs. The sight made Harry lick his lips. He couldn’t have guessed this would happen tonight, or at all for that matter. Violet took hold of his jaw again and positioned him where she wanted. She held her breath as he started to gently place kisses across her chest. He wanted to hold her breast, but he refrained and let his mouth do all the work. He admired the warmth and softness of her skin. 

“Oh.” She gasped as Harry’s lips closed around her nipple.

Her eyes closed as she soaked up the sensations running through her body. He released her with a quiet pop and moved over to the other side. Although she had faith he wouldn’t pull away, she didn’t let him go in fear that he could at any second. She wanted to thank him out loud, but she was so afraid he’d stop if she did. 

Harry followed her silent commands as she pulled his head back to the middle of her chest and dropped her hand to trace down her stomach. He started down the invisible line, placing soft pecks down her abdomen. He wasn’t sure if her stomach was still bothering her, so he kept his touch light. 

She grabbed the side of his neck again and held him as he marked her body with the sweetest, softest kisses she’s ever felt. Nobody has ever made her feel this way more. Harry was more than just another guy. He was everything she wanted. 

He slowed to a stop as he reached the thin waistband of her panties. He lifted his head in time to see her prop herself up on one elbow. She nodded quickly, giving him permission to continue. He looked down at the fabric of her underwear and stared at it for a few seconds. Was he really going to do this? He swallowed and darted his eyes back up. Violet combed her hand through his scalp, pushing his hair back. 

“Please.” She said through a breath. 

Harry put his mouth on her body and started to kiss her exactly where she wanted. Through the fabric, she could feel his warm mouth and nose as it scraped over her body. She whined lightly as she felt the pressure on her clit. He kissed down to her covered butt then up the inside of her thigh. It was driving her mad. She tugged at his roots, groaning as she craved more from him. 

Harry stood up suddenly, his hands leaving her body. Violet was about to huff and beg him to come back when he suddenly grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled her panties up her legs. She giggled shyly as her legs fell back down. He parted her knees and got situated on the floor with his mouth hovering over her pussy. She was perfect and beautifully made, but he didn’t have the time to admire it for long. He was starving for some sort of intimacy with her. He needed this. Harry swept his tongue up her slit, making her moan and curl her toes. 

“Oh my..” She tried to speak, but he took her breath away with another lap of his tongue. 

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she fell onto the bed. As much as she wanted to watch him, she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up. She loosely held his hair as he ate her out. His tongue worked magic on her body, his mouth sucked on her clit like it was his only job. Everything they had been through together rushed through her mind, from their first interaction, which was a bit harsh, to the joyful time they shared while she did his costume makeup. Harry was all she could think about. 

“Mm, that feels so good.” She told him through a breathless laugh, unable to comprehend all of this. 

It had to be a dream. He was going down on her in his bed, without her having to beg him. He was giving her his undying attention, something her body craved more than air. She was his sole focus. 

“Fuck.. Harry.” 

He moaned against her clit, the vibrations making her back arch off the bed. He was incredibly good at this. Her fingers scratching at his scalp were encouraging. He didn’t want to let up anytime soon, especially before she had reached an orgasm. As long as she was positively responding, he wasn't going to stop. She was no stranger to sex or self pleasure, but she couldn’t recall a time when she approached climax this quickly. 

“Yes, yes.. right there, please, don’t stop.” She was gasping for breath as Harry hollowed his cheeks around the most sensitive part of her body. 

Violet was unable to keep her eyes open. She couldn’t see anything but stars anyway. This was the best experience she’s ever had. She didn’t want it to stop, but she was falling over the edge. 

“Oh, Harry.. m’gonna.. m’gonna cum.” The warning was quick and the outcome was even faster. Within a second, her thighs were shaking. Her stomach rolled, her back arched high as it ran through her body. “Fuck, Harry.”

He licked up the mess he caused slowly, swiping his tongue through her until she was cleaned. All while she was moaning and whimpering. He wouldn’t dare waste a drop of her release. He had already convinced himself he’d never do this again with her, never do anything intimate after tonight — not even a peck on the cheek. But for now, he was going to appreciate every second of it. 

Her moans slowly died down as her lungs caught up to her racing heart. She relaxed her legs, unaware of how tight she had been tensed up. 

“Oh my god.” She said through a soft exhale. 

Harry placed a gentle kiss off to the side of her cunt before standing up. She rested her hands on her stomach as she tried to coax her body down from cloud nine. He picked up her panties that he had tossed on the bed next to her just minutes ago and guided them back up her legs. She lifted her hips as he slid them over her butt and secured them in place. Violet grabbed his hand and tried to pull him down. He fell victim to her, not that he was fighting hard to stop her, and leaned down over her body. 

“Thank you.” She carefully cradled his face and pulled his mouth to hers.

He let her kiss him for as long as she wanted. Her tongue softly moved against his. It was a bit more intense than earlier, but he didn’t care. He wanted to feel her in every way he could right now. 

Violet whispered against his lips as her hands slowly fell down. “That was amazing.”

A half smile tugged on his lips. “Get under the covers and go to sleep, okay?” 

“Okay.” She nodded gently, no longer strong enough to fight or argue with him, or beg for his attention. She was worn out. 

“Goodnight.” He gave her one last kiss on her forehead, holding his lips there for a long moment. It would probably be their last kiss. It had to be. 

“Goodnight, Harry.” 

Violet twisted around after pulling down the shirt to cover her body. He watched her crawl up the bed and slip beneath the covers. Once she was situated, he disappeared into the bathroom. 

While in the shower, he thought about getting himself off just to relieve some stress, but he didn’t. He felt ashamed. He could only see this as a bad thing. Did she think that? Well, no, but he wasn’t going to assume that. She was in such a vulnerable state. He had accused someone else of trying to hurt her. He ended up feeling like he did that instead, even when he hadn’t.

Of course, there was a part of him that didn’t feel shameful about it. She had asked him to do it. That’s what she wanted and he gave it to her. He made up for what he didn’t give her earlier in the night. She enjoyed it. She wanted it. She wanted him to do it. How could that be a bad thing? 

— —

Harry didn’t sleep very late that morning, but he let Violet stay in the bed as long as she wanted. She had barely moved all night. He sat on the couch quietly watching the television while waiting for her to wake up. Every now and then, he’d glance back to check on her. She’d make a small movement or let out a noise, but she didn’t wake up. 

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the picture of her laying in his bed with his shirt on and her hair all messy. It was a glorious sight, something he could’ve only dreamed of before. There was an angel sleeping in his bed, a princess in his home, the absolute most perfect woman in the world was in his world. 

It was nearing eleven when she rolled over and let out a groan. When Harry looked at her this time, he saw her moving her arms as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. She even woke up beautifully. She was perfect. 

As she sat up, the covers fell and piled onto her lap. She looked around with a haze in her eyes, trying to focus her sight. For just a split moment, she was unsure of where she was. This definitely wasn’t her room at home or her studio. She glazed over him at first, but her brain got triggered. Harry. She darted her eyes back and gave him a sleepy grin. 

“G’morning.” He said with a laugh as she huffed and started moving around. 

Her legs felt like jelly as her feet touched the floor. She balanced herself and carefully started to walk. He held back the bigger laugh he wanted to let out as he watched her stumble and try to keep herself poised. 

“Morning.” She mumbled back as she reached the couch. 

“Do you want something for breakfast?” 

“No.. m’okay for now.” Violet sat down on the opposite end of the couch and sighed slowly. 

“How are you feeling?” 

She smiled lightly. “Better.” 

Harry picked up the remote to change what he was watching. She let her eyes move with his hand. She had an odd obsession with his hands. Her face changed from admiration to concern as she saw the condition of his knuckles. 

“Your hands are bruised.” 

He didn’t care to look down at them, he already knew how bad it appeared. “I was hitting a guy in his jaw.” 

Something between them shifted. Violet swallowed as his rather cold, lifeless words came out. He definitely wasn’t the sweet and caring Harry he was last night. He was back to his usual self. He didn’t want to bring it up or relive what happened, but she wasn’t going to go along with that. 

“Are you okay?” She asked in a soft voice, hoping not to upset him. 

“M’fine.” He shrugged. 

For a few minutes, she was quiet. She looked at the screen across from them and tried to focus on the show that was playing, but it was difficult. She replayed the entire night in her head, from him arriving at her studio to his head between her legs. She kept circling back to the outburst he had. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was it purely anger fueled? Was he trying to protect her? Was he being reckless? Did he really care enough to save her from what he assumed was a bad situation? A sigh left her mouth. 

“Why did you stop him?” 

Harry clenched his jaw as her question broke their silence. “Because he was going to hurt you.”

“I went with him. He didn’t force me.” She was quick to clarify. 

He rolled his eyes lightly. “But he would have.”

She sucked on the inside of her cheek as she moved her eyes down to stare at her lap. She forgot she wasn’t wearing any pants, just the shirt he gave her last night and the panties he swiftly discarded. So, based on his response, she assumed his reaction last night was created by the need to protect her. It made sense. He had been very mindful of what she was doing the entire night, until she vanished out of his sight. She wasn’t upset by the fact he wanted to protect her, but it was somewhat insulting. She wasn’t a child. She wasn’t some damsel in distress. If she wanted to kiss a guy and hook up with him in a bathroom, then she had every right to. 

“Harry, I’ve had sex before.” 

He let the irritation from what happened take over his mind. “You’ve never been wasted and had sex, have you? You think he was going to put on a condom? Do you think he wasn’t going to force you to do what he wanted? You could’ve gotten hurt.” 

She stayed silent for a minute as his rant ended. As much as she wanted to understand where he was coming from, she had to defend herself. 

“He didn’t seem like he was going to be that way.” She said honestly.

“You were drunk, Violet.” Harry shook his head. 

The way he acted about it made her feel like an idiot, like she didn’t know what she was doing. Maybe she was a bit out of her mind from the alcohol, but she wasn’t an idiot. She thought the guy was nice and attractive and she would’ve had sex with him if she hadn’t gotten sick, and if Harry hadn’t barged in and stopped them. 

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’m stupid.” She crossed her arms on her chest and huffed.

“I never said that.”

“You basically did.” She snapped her head over, not expecting to see his hard stare. 

“I did not. I’m not saying you’re stupid for wanting to have sex. You just.. you were drunk and I didn't want you to make the wrong decision.”

“Okay!”

“Violet.”

“I said okay, Harry.” Her voice got louder. 

He easily recalled how upset he made her at the party and he didn’t want that to happen again. He pushed down the words he wanted to spit out in anger and opted for something else entirely. The best way to end this would be to just be away from her. He needed time to think by himself. He needed to be away from the distraction she created in his brain. 

“I need to take you home.” He sighed out as he stood and walked past her, heading to his dresser. “I’ll get you some clothes to wear.” 

Violet didn’t argue and she didn’t protest it. If that’s what he wanted, then she was going to agree. Besides, she was mad at him and wanted to be by herself for a while. She had fun at the party, until she didn’t, and she had a nice time on his bed last night. But, for the sake of her sanity, it needed to be over soon. 

Harry gave her a clean shirt and a pair of lounge pants to wear home, telling her he’d get them back some other time. When she didn’t reply while snatching the items from his hand, he knew she was upset. She locked herself in the bathroom to change clothes, leaving him huffing and puffing as he got dressed himself. It was going to be a long car ride to her studio. 

Harry was not very keen on having any sort of conversation as they walked down the stairs and got in the car. Violet didn’t care to speak, either. She kept her eyes glued to the window and watched the buildings and cars pass by. It was eating them both alive, though. Harry was much better at ignoring his feelings and blocking things out than she was. It didn’t surprise him when she started to talk. 

“Can we talk about what happened last night?” 

He sighed heavily and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “A lot happened last night.” 

Violet shifted in the seat to face him, her eyes burning holes through the side of his face. “You know what I’m talking about.” 

He set his jaw as everything flashed through his mind. Of course, he knew exactly what she was referring to, but acting like he was clueless was easier. That wasn’t going to cut it with her. 

“What is there to talk about?” He seemed very uninterested in the topic. 

“I.. I don’t know.” Violet dropped her eyes down to his neck. “We just.. haven’t talked about it.” 

She thought about how nice it felt to touch him there, to hold on to his body and knot her fingers in his hair. It felt natural, it felt real. Harry was very annoyed with himself for the choices he made the night before. He crossed the line multiple times and it would be impossible to go back. The boundaries had been broken. He made a mistake. 

“Well, I ate you out. That’s all there is to talk about.” He shrugged, once again speaking like it meant nothing to him. “It is what it is.” 

It felt like a blow to her gut. Did it really not matter to him? Was she foolish to think otherwise? Without thinking, she blurted out. 

“Well, I just want to know if you did it because you wanted to.” She pushed down the lump in her throat. “Why’d.. why’d you do it?” 

He glanced at her for a split second. “I did it because you asked me to.” 

She licked her lips slowly and shifted her eyes to the windshield. Her body turned in the seat, facing forward once again. The harsh memory of what happened when he refused to kiss her at the party resurfaced in the forefront of her mind. She wanted to do that. She wanted him to use his mouth on her. 

“So, you.. didn’t want to.” She tried to say it as a fact instead of a question. 

“Obviously, I wanted to or I wouldn’t have done it.” His tone still hadn’t changed. 

She picked at the polish on her thumbnail. Despite not wanting to say another word to him, she couldn’t hold back. She had to know the truth, she had to know all the little things or else it was going to kill her. 

“Was I okay?” She looked his way once more. “Like.. was it okay?” 

The gentle tone of her voice finally broke through his thick skull. He had been rather rude to her since she got up this morning. What for? Because she asked him questions, because she wanted to know his thoughts, because she kept bringing it up.. 

He refrained from giving her any attitude. “Why are you asking me if it was okay?” 

“I don’t know.” 

It was obvious that she was nervous and unsure about things, and that was entirely his fault. She did nothing to deserve the treatment he was dishing out. He sighed again, this time reverting back to that cold tone he was so good at using. 

“I’m the one that should be asking if it was alright, if I did a good job or whatever.” 

Violet pulled her eyes away from him with no intentions of returning them anytime soon. “I just didn’t know how you felt about it.” 

She wasn’t too shocked by his lack of response. For a couple minutes, she closed her eyes and tried to dissociate from the car. She just wanted to be at her studio, somewhere away from him. He had done enough damage to her for the time being. She couldn’t survive anything more. 

They were both silent, lips sealed and locked until the car arrived outside of her building. Violet let out a deep breath and reached for the handle, but before she could pull it open, he interrupted the harsh silence. 

“It was okay. It was better than okay.” 

Violet didn’t dare look over at him. She didn’t think he deserved to see her reaction. She kept her features relaxed and stayed calm, knowing it was for the best. She opened the door, but didn’t get out of the car just yet. 

Her voice was soft as she replied. “I thought so, too. You were.. definitely better than okay.” 

She put her leg out, hoping to make a quick escape but he kept talking. Making up for lost time wasn’t what she wanted right now. 

“But I did it because you asked me to.” Harry restated as if she had forgotten. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore.” 

She gulped as the realization sank into her body. He only did it because she asked him to. Sure, he didn’t mind doing it, but he made it clear that it was a one time thing. Even if he didn’t say those exact words, she knew that’s what he meant. 

“Right, okay.” 

Violet got out of his car with her dress balled up in her arms and her shoes dangling from her fingers. She didn’t care about being barefoot. She refused to say anything to Harry as she shut the door with a bit too much force and headed to the front entrance of the building. The only thing keeping her motivated to move was knowing a shower was waiting for her upstairs. Harry stayed parked until she disappeared inside. But once she was out of his sight, he left. 

Once she was enclosed by the comfort and familiarity of her studio, she stripped her body of his clothing and threw it on the ground along with her belongings. She ignored the painting she left on the easel and the pile of sketchbooks on her desk. None of that mattered right now. She adjusted the water in the shower to the hottest temperature her body could tolerate and stepped in. 

Washing away the smell of his clothes and bed, the residue of his lips all over her body, and the feelings he created were her only concerns. She had to rid herself of the last twenty four hours. She had to free herself from the cage he tossed her in. It wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t in it alone, but he locked her in and left her. 

[a/n: i really hope that was unexpected but well written and exciting.. but you know me, and you know this series, don’t get too excited just yet. Hope you enjoy!!!]

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