ultravicarious - Tumblr blog

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

LIGHTNING [H.S]

2 | Mother Dearest

As promised I awoke a little later than seven in the morning to leave Niall's house before eight. He rarely woke up before eleven anyways but I needed to go back to my own apartment and since it was an hour driver I'd like a head start.

Today was a clear day which clashed from the raging storm that occurred only a few hours before. The asphalt on the road was still damp from the rain. Not as slippery, not as dangerous, but still a thrill in my eyes. Though I couldn't go as fast as I wanted since there were other cars on the highway.

Putting my own life in danger with speed was easy and fine by me, but putting others' lives who didn't ask for it on the line? No, thanks.

My life? Hadn't had a purpose as of yet, but the people in these cars had families who cared or even little kids who had yet to experience the coldness of the real world. No, their imagination that painted the world brighter was alive and well – I wouldn't be the one to ruin that for them.

By the time I got to my apartment door and inside it was not even nine o'clock in the morning and there in my living perched on my couch like it was filth touching gold was mother dearest.

"Amara, where have you been?" Her shrill voice pierced my eardrums as I winced.

"Mother I-"

"Never mind you were probably shacking up with some low life boy to prove I don't know what to your father and me," I blocked out her voice as I walked past her to my room. "Get dressed, we're going to breakfast, there are thing we need to discuss."

Discuss what? How many ways you can criticize me for not being the daughter you really wanted? That's all she ever did when she forced me to come out to eat with her. It gave her enough time to be a critic to every part of my life that I loved.

The sad thing was that she only did it when dad wasn't paying enough attention to her, or he couldn't come to these things. It was easier when she talked shit about me to other people, but it becomes different when she says it to my face. It's basically just a list of disappointment and how she wishes I could be better.

I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair before slipping on a random casual dress that was in the back of my closet. Another thing to hate about going out with my mom is that she expected me to dress up. She'd probably dress up to the gym.

"Hurry up Amara! The car is waiting downstairs!" She yelled out before I heard the front door slam.

The girl in the mirror wasn't me, and I knew the moment I sat in the car I'd be bombarded with 'why did you wear that?' and 'don't you have anything better?' She expected this because we're Prescott's, a well-known name in these parts, and we couldn't defame the family name. Not that I used it as my name. In actuality I used my mother's maiden name 'Vance' as to not have people treat me differently.

A handful of people knew who my family was, and even fewer knew what my father did and that didn't include me. All I knew was that he called it "business", but c'mon that could mean a number of things.

The moment I sat comfortably in the car we were off to some random upscale restaurant that most people wouldn't bother eating at since the water alone is seven dollars. But that doesn't matter to people like my mother – people with money living in luxury.

Her stink eye at my choice of clothing made me want to hurl myself out the car door performing a Charlie's Angels tuck and roll. I could say the same about her I mean what middle aged woman still dresses like she's in her twenties? News flash gravity has pulled your breasts down so wearing something with a dip on the chest isn't flattering. Then again she doesn't look her age to begin with and all her friends dress alike.

"Why would you wear... that?" She pointed a manicured finger as if was in her own words, commoner clothing.

"Aunt Sylvia bought it for me." My voice was disinterested as I remembered my aunt from my father's side. Just as snobby as my mother and if she could hear my mother's real thoughts about her she'd roll over in her grave.

"Ugh, that woman never did have any taste. Throw it out when you get home." Yeah, I will, as soon as you get rid of all your clothes that show off your obvious boob job. "I'll buy you some things myself later and drop them off."

That just translates to 'I'll tell your father I'm buying you things but I'll buy myself things'. Everything she likes in a store she'd picture it on me and immediately put back. I never understood why since as a kid and teenager she was into this health craze, and by health craze I mean she basically starved me. It took me moving out to gain any kind of weight and that has brought me to wear I am now.

"You really don't need to, I can buy my own clothes, mother."

"Sweetheart I'm not talking about those strips of fabric you call clothing." Cue the eye roll. So I own a few crop tops, who doesn't? I dress like every normal young girl but to her that's the problem.

She wishes she could still wear my clothes. I snorted rather loudly which had her face scrunching up in disgust as I kept laughing. I didn't even realize the car had stopped moving until my mother ignored my laughter and climbed out of the open door past the driver.

"Thanks Thomas!" I yell back to our driver of the day as I tried to catch up with my mother. Though her glare had stopped me from running and looking like an even bigger idiot with a speed walk.

She didn't even wait as the hostess showed her to our table as my eyes were searching the restaurant for my cougar dressed mother. Thankfully the hostess who showed my mother to the table was walking back and pointed her out. Otherwise I would've just ditched her, but most of the time she relays something from my father to me.

"Smile Amara. We're in public... Oh Lauren!" No. No. No. A Million times no. Why would she call over Lauren Sheridan over here? Oh right, she wishes I was more like her. Silly mother if only you knew what type of person she was.

Lauren Grace Sheridan, daughter of Anders Sheridan and the late Kathleen Sheridan. Normally I wouldn't care what the children of my parents did but she tried to fuck with me back in high school and it was all over from there. No reserves for little miss perfect.

It was our senior year and I never cared to get to know Lauren. Especially since when we were younger she beat me in every stupid pageant my mother put me in only making me a bigger disappointment, but maybe I should've thanked her for that. But little miss perfect spread a rumor that I had been sleeping with a teacher, sure the teacher in question was damningly hot but it wasn't true, and for about five months all I got were glares and snide remarks said behind my back. Until, Lauren Sheridan was caught in the janitor's closet with said teacher.

Of course her dad prosecuted the man to the fullest extent making it seem like his daughter was being manipulated, but the saying goes 'it takes two to tango'.

Then her so called "friends" revealed basically a list of who she's slept with. The next day I had kids running up to me saying they never believed that crap, but I didn't really care since I knew who I was. Lauren's hated me ever since then because she thought it was all my fault, and the fact that she's been trying to get into Niall's pants for the past three years though he's wanted nothing to do with her. He says she's the town bicycle, everyone's had a ride.

"Hi Mrs. Prescott, I love your dress." She stretched out the love as my mother blushed at her words. I scoffed and mumbled 'you would' which had both women glaring at me.

"Sorry I had a tickle in my throat." We both faked a smile at one another.

"Amara."

"Bitch. Oops I mean Lauren." My mother so graciously kicked my foot under the table.

"I'm so sorry Lauren, Amara is just in one of her moods." No, I just fucking hate her.

"Oh no worries Mrs. Prescott. Anyways I have to go to my manicure appointment, but my father says hello to you and your husband." That twinkle in her eye when she talked about my dad brought a shiver to my spine. Lauren was lusting after my father, a late forty year old man, gross me out even more why don't you?

A waiter came by with water and some random cocktail but not before Lauren sashayed past him almost making him trip as his eyes were glued to her ass. My mother would order me a water not that water was bad but what the hell I could choose for myself. She probably even ordered something low fat or even a salad since there was no menu when we were seated.

"Your fathers annual Obsidian Gala is coming up in a few months' time. Who will be your escort this year?" She never looked up from her phone after Lauren left.

The Obsidian Gala was just a big party my father threw every year for him and his associates. Formal attire was required and it was mostly dark colors hence 'Obsidian' Gala. All of his associates bring along their snobby children who want to talk about how they're better than you. Of course none of them say that to me seeing as my father is the Vincent Prescott and that would be bad for their parents.

Nothing but a bunch of puppets following their master's orders. There were exceptions to this statement though and they were some of my closest friends.

"No one. I don't want a date nor do I need one."

"Oh please, Amara it's embarrassing for your father and I that you're the only daughter who attends alone. Minus the three years those three boys actually took interest with a girl like you." Her phone smacked face down against the table as her hardened gaze met mine.

"Look-" A familiar Irish accent interrupted me before I could tell her off in a crowded restaurant.

"Amara, Mrs. Prescott!" Niall called out from the entrance. I looked over to my mother who was pulling down her dress to "accentuate" her cleavage. How sickening. Niall was my age he could practically be her son.

Little did she know that she was calling him a 'low life' when she came to pick me up.

"Niall Horan, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Melanie?" She blushed when Niall kissed the back of her hand. I fake gaged while he disgustingly flirted with my mother knowing how she acted around him.

"At least one more time." She turned to me mouthing 'oh my god' while not so subtly fanning herself. "I actually came over to see if Ame- Amara was free for the afternoon." He cut himself short when he almost called me by my nickname 'Ames' but mother seemed to not notice as she checked him out.

"Oh of course, Amara we will continue our discussion another time with your father." She didn't even finish her sentence before I was up out of my chair with my arm looped in Niall's.

Just as we exited the restaurant my phone buzzed with a text. Mother dearest must've needed to remind me of something. Oh joy.

I expect you to have an escort this year.

Sure. Like that's going to happen.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles story #harry styles fan fic #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #one direction fic #one direction au

1 note · View note

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

MATTERS OF THE HEART [H.S]

O N E || PROLOGUE

The kingdom of Altera were in celebration today. The townsfolk were allowed to take a day off from working and the guards could patrol rather leisurely. The only place in a bustle of everyday life was the castle itself as the maids who normally worked on a free schedule of cleaning were now on a time crunch. Today was of the utmost importance as the young Princess Leila Linasova will meet the royal children from surrounding kingdoms along with children of court.

Even the King and Queen were making sure everything was to go as smoothly as possible. The King instructing the guards that no mishaps were to come anywhere near the castle nor the ballroom, and the Queen oversaw the decorators in the ballroom as well as the chefs in the kitchen.

The Queen was set to go wake up her daughter, if she was not already up, until she saw a bubbly little blonde girl bounding towards the staircase that led towards the princesses bedroom - it was Peyton her assistant William's niece. It brought a smile to the Queen's face that her daughter had found a best friend within the castle walls.

It was difficult for the princess who was not allowed to attend schooling outside of the castle with other children her age for this was for her own protection. Along with the fact that other than her and Peyton there were no other children within the castle. Peyton was a special case as her mother died in childbirth leaving her to be under the care of her uncle who lived in the castle himself.

"Leila! Leila! Leila! Wake up the party's today!" Peyton opened her best friends bedroom open with all her might which actually only moved the door enough for her to squeeze through.

"Peyton! I'm up already!" Leila came out of her closet in her baby blue ball gown that wasn't properly put on as she was running away from one of the maids who were trying to get her dressed in what the queen had chosen.

"Your dress is so pretty!"

"Thanks!" Leila twirled around but stopped when she saw Peyton in a plain skirt and shirt. "You can wear one of my dresses Peyton, right Lissa?" The maid knew she shouldn't say no to the princess especially one as sweet as Leila so she smiled and picked out a sundress for Peyton knowing she couldn't actually wear one of the ballgowns made for the princess.

"It's so pretty! Leila you're my best friend!" The two little girls hugged their hearts out as Melissa watched before ushering Peyton to find her uncle so she could dress the princess.

"Lissa, I don't wanna meet everyone. What if they don't like me?" Leila muttered on the verge of tears as Melissa fixed her dress before moving her to her vanity. "What if I don't find prince charming?"

Melissa recalled hearing the gossip around the castle about the King and Queen looking for a suitor for the young princess. Now that she was of age to become engaged the King and Queen believed it was time for the princess to meet the royals and important roles of court. Though it was much more important for her to meet the children of those royals and members of court. The girls could possibly become her ladies in waiting which I'm sure the mother's would tell their daughters to suck up to the princess.

What they didn't know was the princesses parents would never pair her with a rude or spoiled child. Tonight was the night she'd unwittingly choose her future.

"Princess, everyone will love you and do you know why?" The princess shook her head no. "Because you are sweeter than anyone's favorite candy."

Princess Leila let out a gasp, "even gummy bears?"

"Mhm, even the tastiest gummy bears in the entire world." Melissa couldn't help but smile as the young princess got up to twirl around the room in her dress. Once Melissa had gotten the princess to sit at the vanity once more she styled her hair in the fashion the Queen had chosen. The princesses hair was to be curled and put in a bun so her tiara wouldn't fall off if she danced or ran around with any of the children.

The princess had been so different from other royal children or children of court. Most rebelled from being so confined in the rules, but Leila followed her parents without question. That was saying something for a little girl at such a young age.

Most children threw tantrums by this age, but if her behavior from past years shows anything it's that she will still follow what she is told. Melissa thought this over while the princess hummed to herself a melody she created.

Eventually the King and Queen arrived to fetch Princess Leila. Melissa had been dismissed to her free time for the rest of the evening. The three royals made their way to the ballroom with the atmosphere full of laughter as the princess twirled in her dress for her parents. The King and Queen constantly gushed about how beautiful she looked.

The princesses nerves had rushed back the moment she had arrived to the ballroom doors with her parents. Her instinct was to hide behind her mother but the Queen gently pulled her to the side but held her hand while the the Princess grasped her mothers grip as tightly as she could.

"Their royal majesties King Leonardo, Queen Henrietta, and Princess Leila Linasova of Altera."

The princess knew it was time to face her fears and her mother always told her to greet a room full of people with a smile. So she put on her biggest smile as the gigantic double doors in front of her were slowly opened and she walked forward with her parents. Leila took the time to show off her well practiced wave as the adults in the room chuckled over the little princess.

The little boys stared either in awe or boredom as they were here out of force while the little girls were in awe or jealousy. It was a bit overwhelming for the little princess as her parents went to other adults to greet and mingle while the princess stood alone.

No one had gone up to her and tears gathered in the Princesses eyes as she watched the kids talking to each other, and yet none had enough courage to say hello. Leila began to think it was her and that they didn't like her but in reality the children were just scared of saying the wrong thing and ruining the status of their family.

While noticing that the King and Queen were preoccupied the Princess had slyly moved to the exit the garden and the moment she left the room she ran with her tears finally falling. It had been almost an hour and all the children were avoiding her like the plague.

The King and Queen received word That King Des, Queen Anne, and their children were not able to make it due to a stomach bug that the kids had unfortunately caught. The King and Queen sends their regards before looking around the room and not finding their daughter but assuming she was in the middle of a group of little girls across the room.

The princess had found the center of the garden where a large fountain stood and she sat on the floor with her knees curled to her chest. Her crying had ceased but that didn't stop the whimpers from leaving her lips. Until she heard a rustle of some bushes a few feet away.

Princess Leila opened her mouth to let out the loudest shriek she could possibly make until a small little boys head peaked around from behind a hedge. The princess closed her mouth and sniffled as the boy came closer, and he could only wonder why the princess was crying.

"Are you alright?" The princess nodded as the little boy sat down next to her. "Why are you crying?"

Leila wiped her eyes of any stray tears before mumbling, "Because no one likes me."

"I like you." She looked over to the boy she's never seen before in wonder. The princess wondered in her head if this was what Princesses felt when they met their Prince. Was he her Prince? He looked like a Prince. "C'mon." He held his tiny palm open for her to take and pulled her to her feet.

For the next hour, until the King and Queen worried when they could no longer find their daughter, the princess and her companion ran around the garden laughing with each other asking what their favorite things were. The entire population of the ballroom had searched for the young princess until they found her, and they each stared in awe as the young boy and Princess ran around with each other without a care.

When the two children finally ran out of breath they stopped and stared at each other.

"I never got your name." Leila huffed out lowly. She hadn't even noticed that the two of them had an audience.

"I'm James. Prince James Everett." Princess Leila immediately loved the name for somewhere deep down she believed she had found her Prince, and along with her Prince she believed she found her own fairy tale happily ever after.

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

LIGHTNING [H.S]

O N E

Amara

Everyone is addicted to something. It's part of human nature because once we find something good we're hooked.

Lightning storms. I was practically an addict for them. Whether it be watched from my bedroom window, walking down the streets alone in the storm, or racing my car down the slippery asphalt of the highway while the sky roared at me with thunder for playing this dangerous game. I lived for gambling with my life. It was in my human nature, and though I don't know when this came to be true I wouldn't change it. It kept me on my toes as my mind was constantly surrounded by paranoia.

Maybe it was a way to act out and see a different emotion besides disappointment on my parents faces. Mother only cared about appearances, the family's wealth, and trying to make me into what her friend's daughters were like. Father was too secretive to know anything other than the fact that no matter what I did as a child he never once said the three simple yet meaningful words every developing child needs to hear from their parent.

All I know now is that a storm just passed and another was rolling through soon, it is three o'clock in the morning, and I'm going 145 mph on the highway with no one to stop me. No one liked getting in a car with me behind the wheel which was understandable since at night this was my cruising speed. I could easily speed up to 180-200 mph.

That was the only thing my father was good for, getting me faster cars to get off his back. It was the only thing I really asked for though mother always suggested I get rid of my rigged up cars for something more expensive and feminine like a Mercedes Benz or a Lexus. They still don't understand after all twenty-one years of my life so it's safe to say they never will.

The road was empty as the music flowed through my car. The volume was low so it could mix together with the sounds of the sky. I liked using it as a way to block out any criticism my parents, more like my mother, gave me.

"Why can't you be like Kathleen's daughter Lauren, Amara? She just won her fifth beauty pageant and was accepted to an Ivy League college so she can study law."

"Her Aunt Debbie told me that Lauren has a dream of being Miss Universe. If you tried to look pretty once in a while that could be you."

That collection of words made me sick to my stomach. Pageants? Law? She wanted me to be what I tried to be for her sake. I gave up after my sixteenth birthday after she insulted the dress I wore for her because she mentioned how much she adored it when we were at the shops, but apparently when she saw me in it she changed her mind – like always. After that I threw out anything that didn't meet my standard, to hell with her, I tried and she can't say that I didn't.

We'd never have that mother-daughter relationship and there were times when I felt like I needed my mom, but I would persevere and realize that I didn't need her or my father. My father just wanted me to take over the family business, whatever the hell it was, when I was old enough and ready for it. So until then he'd pay for whatever I needed as long as I didn't pester him though I never asked for much since I hated to be a "bother" to my flesh and blood. What made them think they were ready for a kid when they had me beats me.

I slowed down just a tad as my thoughts seemed to consume me. It was only when the first lightning struck down with the thunder resonating across the sky above the highway did I snap out of it. I smiled as lightning struck twice and the drizzling rain was starting its ascension to a raging storm.

"Perfect." I stared in awe at the midnight blue sky as it flashed every now and then.

The sound of a car speeding up next to me brought my attention to my right. Even though it was dark I couldn't see who was behind the wheel thanks to their tinted windows. The silver car kept up with my pace as I tried to squint and catch a glimpse of the driver.

Fine. Let's show this kid how to really drive.

I pressed on the gas and finally stomping on the pedal to bring my speed up to 160 mph. I needed to feel this kid out if he/she thought they could keep up with me. People tried but found the speeds I was willing to go to were "too dangerous" for them. But just when I thought the silver car would slow down and leave me in peace it sped up passing me by.

"No fucking way." My voice barely a whisper louder than my radio. I've never met someone who wanted to match me before. It was in its own way exhilarating.

We each kept pushing the cars harder and harder as the rain came pouring down. My vision on the road became shit as everything blurred together from my speed and the rain drops, I wondered how the silver car was holding up. At the last second the person behind the wheel of the other car cut in front of me causing me to not only slam on my brakes but also causing me to spin out of the road and into the grass.

The car finally came to a halt causing my head to smack against my car doors window. In all honesty this could've ended worse had the car flipped over instead.

My heart was racing and my head was pounding from the adrenaline that was rushing through my veins as I watched the silver car slow down but keep driving further away from me.

That little piece of shit. "Fuck!" I put the car back on the road and started gaining speed as I once had before. It took a few minutes but the silver car once again came into view as I came closer. Before the driver had time to react I passed their car and cut them off this time. The car faltered before switching into the lane I was once in. The driver even tried bumping our cars. Someone's getting mad. I bumped them back and I saw the car slow down immediately as they swerved trying to gain control or else the car would dangerously tumble and throw the driver around inside.

I sped away until they were out of sight and headed to the nearest exit before they could catch up once more. I'll head back home locally because that driver just got under my skin and if they damaged the side of my car I'll be angry as fucking hell.

The closest exit was coming up and I drove on through as I passed a sign that said 'Riverport'.

"Damn it, I'm over an hour away from my apartment!" I slammed my hands on the steering wheel as the rain continued to patter down on my car. "Whatever I'll crash at Niall's." Hopefully I'm not disturbing anything, but who was I kidding this is Niall we're talking about.

Since I was on local roads I kept to the speed limit... alright fine I went ten over but who gave a shit? It was almost four in the morning. But the closer I came to Niall's home the faster I drove. My eyes were feeling tired as they drooped but I forced myself awake. But when the familiar house gets closer my mind became wired until I could pass out on his couch.

As soon as I could I put my car in park before exiting and heading up to his door. He's definitely home since his car is in the driveway. So I bang my fist on the door while simultaneously ringing the doorbell constantly. Not even five minutes later the door swung open to reveal a shirtless but cranky Irish with Henley trailing behind him – of course. Loved the girl to the ends of the earth but she wanted more from Niall than he was willing to give.

I tried to get this through her skull but you love who you love I guess, and I promised that I'd always be her shoulder to cry on when needed. I was only like this with her and she knew it. Don't get me wrong, he cared for her, but didn't want to be "tied down" and so after a few days of fun with each other he'd go for something else before crawling back to her. She was his constant and I think he found solace in that.

"Sup lovers, Ni, I need a place to crash for the night." He groaned as I walked past him to his living room and surprisingly comfy couch. "Sorry lad but I drove a little too far away from home."

"Don't you always?" He rubbed his eyes which was futile since he'd be sleeping again in minutes.

"True, but some prick almost drove me off the road." This is when Henley finally woke up after rubbing her eyes for centuries as well.

"Wait, someone actually tried to race you?" A nod was my answer and the love birds were both shocked especially since it was still slightly raining outside. "They must have a death wish."

She spoke sarcastically but I don't think she noticed that those words specifically brought back some pretty terrible memories. I shook it off and away from my train of thought so I wouldn't dwell on the past.

"Don't worry I'll be gone before you wake up like always." I joked before plopping onto the couch I go to the nearest hallway closet and grab a pillow and blanket. "I'll put everything back too."

The beauty of having been here previously so many times.

They both grumbled from being woken up but stumbled sleepily back to the bedroom they came from. So I got myself comfy until I realized I had to turn off the light so I got up, switching off the lights, before running back to my comfort.

In the dark I could see outside through the glass doors leading to Niall's backyard. The rain had calmed down to a drizzle but the lightning was still lighting up the sky making the clouds look more of a dark purple than a dark blue. It brought my thoughts back to when I was in the car thinking about my dysfunctional family. How I would aimlessly talk to the open space because it was the only thing that truly listened to what I had to say.

Don't get me wrong, I had a close knit group of friends who I trusted with my life more than my own parents, but that car was my home, and the streets were my true family for they held the secrets I never uttered to my biological family let alone anyone else.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles story #harry styles au #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction fic #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #one direction au

1 note · View note

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

MATTERS OF THE HEART [H.S] CHAPTERS

With the weight of an upcoming rule over her kingdom. Leila is forced to wed herself to a noble due to a falling out with her now ex-fiance so in a quick turn of events she finds herself drawn to a sweet prince.

The weight of thousand lives are on her shoulders, and all matters are revealed to be important. Matters of the kingdom. Matters of the royals. Matters of the heart.

---

This along with Lightning will be posted on alternating weeks, hopefully through school I can keep up with it

---

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

#matters of the heart #will update with each chapter

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

LIGHTNING [H.S] CHAPTERS

“This car was my home, and the streets were my true family for they held the secrets I never uttered to my biological family let alone anyone else.”

He was thunder; loud but also demanding to be heard and feared by all. I was lightning; unpredictable and fast for I cannot be controlled. Thunder and lightning clash in a battle of the sky until mending to create the perfect storm.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

#lightning #will update with each chapter

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

Finally back home, expect the pages for the two stories I'm working on to be up tomorrow! Nat xx.

#just a note

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

So I'm working on two stories I'll be posting soon but I'm going on Vacation from Aug 1-16 so it'll be after then but I'll be writing while I'm away! Nat xx.

#just a note

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

PERMANENT [H.S]

Violet

Today was the day. Harry and I had not spoken since the night of the wedding and I was gradually getting better at pushing him and any thoughts about him to the back of my mind. It was for the best.

He was going to be getting married and eventually starting a family, and I was not going to be the mistress that ruined it. What woman would actually want the title of mistress. Only girls who fooled themselves into thinking that the husband would leave his wife. That happens only one percent of the time, and I do not have time to be waiting around for Harry to pick me.

Even now as Sophia watches me put clothes into a small luggage for my travels she thinks I don't notice her fidgeting, and she is not the only one who has expressed their concern of me leaving without closure between Harry and I. But what do they want me to say to him? Have a nice life with your fiancee? Try not to mention our affair in your vows or even to your kids when they get older?

Was there really a right thing to say when you're saying goodbye?

"I still say you should go see the bastard and tell him you never want to see him again." She sneers as she emphasizes when she says bastard. It's a shock in itself to see her or Liam loose their cool. Normally she's the one who calmly tells everyone else to wait for an explanation. "The just jump into your car and drive away, come back with a fiance and let him get a taste of his own medicine."

"I shouldn't have to tell him anything at all. He has not right to know my plans for my future." She nods but even as mad as she is I can tell behind those cute brown eyes that she is a little upset at how she is handling the situation but her anger at Harry seems to overcome that guilt. "Don't worry about it, he'll get my letter whenever he drops by after I leave... if he comes..."

I had actually never though about that. What if he didn't stop by? What he has already cut me out of his life to now be faithful to Jaclyn even if he was unfaithful before? Either way the letter would stay on the small table near the front door just in case - if he saw it then he sees it and if not then that is that.

"Are you sure? I mean yes I am pissed with him but closure seems like a good thing especially before you leave on this new adventure." She stood up from the edge of my bed gathering her things, she had mentioned needing to run a few errands for her family.

"Why would I do that? I'll come back and visit on a regular and I don't plan on seeing him around other than that." I stated.

"Exactly! What if you see him on accident? It'll be extremely awkward and one of you will want to leave. We can't just cut your or him out even if he ruined my dream of being a bridesmaid at your wedding." She spoke as I walked her to my front door there were a few boxes scattered with things I wished to put away for safe keeping.

More like things I didn't want stolen with a random break in because anything can happen while I'm away.

We said our goodbyes and she gave me a hug before muttering 'talk to him'. She really was playing both fields here - the angry best friend and the mediator. Sure I could talk to him but he'd just say things that would make my knees go weak and my heart palpitate a mile a minute.

I didn't think the letter I left was bad other than the smudges my tears left behind. It explains how I feel and how I'll always feel. Harry has been a major part in my life for the past four to five years and the time we spent together and apart will always mean something, but hanging on to a dream that will not happen because of circumstances will ruin what lies ahead.

I glance down at the folded paper before opening it back up and rereading my words.

'Harry, if you’re reading this them I’m already gone. Don’t worry, I’m safe, I know how you worry about me. This is for the best. You’ll be a great husband, it’s in your nature. The stars weren’t aligned in our story so it's time I move on, for you, though something in my heart says you’ll always be in my thoughts and you’ll always be the one for me.

I'm leaving again and this may seem like the most cowardly thing imaginable but I cannot possibly stay and watch you love someone else. Lucy offered me another job traveling if I wanted it and I took this opportunity as a chance to get away. The last time I left we were together and this time we're not so I'm hoping that it will be easier this time around.

They say the greatest act of love is sacrifice; so I’m letting you go. You deserve to be happy. God Harry, I wanted you to be happy with me, but since that’s not the case then I have to leave. So be happy Harry, I truly want that for you because I have never met anyone with so much love locked up in their heart begging for an escape than you. I love you, Harry Edward Styles.'

Even reading that over again makes the tears swell up because I'm reading the closing chapter to my relationship, to me and Harry, and it will never not be hard. It was hard letting him go before, it was hard seeing him again, but it will be agonizing if I have to watch him get married to someone who is not me.

I couldn't even continue to think about Harry when he sees the letter so I hurried back to my room. Lucy's associate was picking me up in three days so I needed everything ready by then. I had to transfer any photos on one of my cameras to my computer for space and organization while I'll need to either get someone to develop the film in my other camera or do it myself when I get back.

My mind must have been extremely spaced out as there was a rustling coming from another part of my flat. It was barely noticeable unless there was complete silence and I stilled to listen it was then that I was absolutely sure that there was someone here.

"Fuck!" I practically jumped out of my skin at the shout. I practically ran out of my room only to see Harry half way to ripping out his hair. My letter was crumpled in his other hand and his face had reddened in his frustration.

"Harry?" He turned and looked at me as if I were a ghost. "I'm..."

"I love you." He blurted out this declaration of love just as I spoke.

"I'm leaving." Clearly if that wasn't obvious by the letter in his hands or even the few number of boxes scattered on the floor.

"No. No you're not. You can't." His voice cracked as he moved closer to me absentmindedly dropping my now crumpled letter to the floor.

"Harry you shouldn't even be here. You have a fiancee at home and-"

"We were never engaged!" He cut me off and screamed just as the first tear fell from the emerald eyes that plagued my mind twenty-four seven. "The night of the wedding she told me she might be pregnant and..." When Harry gets frustrated he has a knack for saying things he didn't mean to say.

"I think you should go Harry, it's one thing to be getting married but its another to be the father to someone's child." I turn around ready to start crying myself at new information.

He says he loves me and then says his girlfriend is possibly pregnant.

I was crying my eyes out of my skull

Harry rushes over chanting no over and over again. Falling on his knees and wrapping his arms around my legs as he begins to full on sob against my thighs. I could feel his tears seeping through my jeans creating little wet spots, “you can’t leave me, not again, not ever.”

“Harry you're going to have a family-”

“No, you didn't let me finish. She's not actually pregnant she lied about the engagement and I- I can't explain right now because you are this close to leaving...” Harry finally stands up grabbing my face in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the universe. To be blunt we haven't been this Harry and Violet in such a long time. I think my silence prompted him to say anything he could think of to change my mind.

“Everything was out there when I let you go last year and when you came back and when we kissed, everything in my entire universe somehow snapped back into focus. In the time away from you I haven’t met anyone who infuriated me and enticed me to no end at the same time." I opened my mouth but he put up a hand to stop me. "Louis was right, Jaclyn was a place holder and I realize that."

Harry wiped away tears I didn't even noticed were trailing down my face as I did the same for him. God we were a mess and if anyone saw the train wreck that we were

"No one is as stubborn, or courageous. No one will ever be the spitfire that you are. No one will ever be enough for me because they won’t be you. Violet Pierce, I should have followed you out to wherever you were after our fight and I hate that I thought my own pride was better than being with the girl who I would follow to the end of the universe. You keep me level headed and humble, I couldn’t even think of navigating through my life without you. So please don't leave me because you’re it for me and I don’t want my world to turn blurry again, not when it’s been so clear with you around.” Harry sucked in a large breath of air.

His forehead was pressed against mine and god I wanted to push him away and tell him to get out and stay away from me but the fact of the matter was that he was Harry. Could I really keep giving him chance after chance?

The answer is yes.

The answer was as clear as day when I leaned forward to kiss Harry. He was right, my life was a blur without him and that one kiss snapped everything back into place. It would always be me and Harry because we were permanent.

When we broke apart I instantly reached for my cell phone in my back pocket. My boss happened to be in my recent phone calls and she instantly picked up when I called. Lucy asked what I needed and I knew I just had to come out and say it.

"I have to back out of the project, there's something keeping me here," I looked at Harry who was smiling not just with his mouth but even with his bloodshot eyes. "I hope you can understand."

Lucy did and after our goodbyes I told her I'd be in to work tomorrow.

Everything was falling back into place and I actually think that this time everything will stay in place.

THE END.

---

A/N - Yes this is the end of Harry and Violet. Originally it was going to going to be a sad ending but I couldn't bring it in me to have them be apart. I'll eventually write sad ending in stories just because not every gets a happy ending but Violet and Harry do.

I hope you all have enjoyed following these two through all their drama and crap from both sides because neither were perfect.

Also I will be writing new things soon but possibly not a schedule because I'm getting a lot busier and I want writing to be fun not a job. So I hope those who have read my writing will continue to read and follow me while I develop my writing hopefully better than it has ever been.

Thank you all for all the reads and all the vote your support means everything to me.

Nat xx.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles story #harry styles au #harry styles fic #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction fic #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #one direction au

2 notes · View notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

PERMANENT [H.S]

Harry

My mind was already made up, I don't care if I had to break her damn door down. Tomorrow I was going to talk to Violet. I'd go now but I doubt she'd appreciate a broken door at three o'clock in the morning.

I couldn't sleep it escaped me every minute that I tried so I didn't - maybe she'd have more sympathy if she saw how I haven't been able to sleep knowing she might hate me due to a lie constructed by my now ex-girlfriend. I still don't understand why Jaclyn felt the need to say we were getting married. I wouldn't have wanted her to tell Violet she was pregnant but telling her we were engaged was another problem in itself.

Then she had the audacity to take my mother's ring just because she "found it" how do I know that she wasn't just rooting through my things. She would never admit it but I knew she didn't like Violet and I still being friends.

Perhaps her recent behavior was my fault. When she called I was disinterested and spaced out often when we spoke on the phone, and ever since Violet came back I've just been out of it. Jaclyn and I stopped going on dates we became less and less intimate which stopped completely after I spent the night with Violet. Maybe she noticed I was straying back to the infamous ex that she knew I was desperately in love with when we met. Maybe this was her way of keeping me by her side even if I wasn't faithful physically and emotionally.

My tea had become cold as I sat in my living room when a pounding came from my door. I wasn't going to get up or answer because I didn't need one of the guys yelling at me or punching me in the face. I mean Liam apologized after I told him my side of the situation but he did mention how good it felt to hit me since Louis is always the one to get physical with me when it came to Violet.

I think the only one in my corner was actually Niall and even he was standing on thin ice when the rumored engagement had been spread around.

"Harry... please open the door..." The voice came sobbing through my door and my feet dragged me over even though I knew opening my door to Jaclyn would lead to some kind of trouble. A rather loud thump outside the door had me swinging it open only to have Jaclyn fall back on my feet as she slumped on the floor.

"Jac what are you-" I didn't bother finishing my sentence as I stared down at the girl below me in a short mini dress and what my mum would call "hooker heels". Her hair that was once probably perfect and silky was now frizzy and all over her face. I've been in her position before and it wasn't a good place to be.

In other terms she looked like she was going through massive heartbreak.

"I miss you, Harry." She looks up at me with tears in her bloodshot eyes. God, I could smell the alcohol on her breath from my height so it was safe to say she has been drinking for a while now.

I had helped her up without a word as she helplessly leaned on me with an arm around my waist because she couldn't reach around my shoulders. There wasn't many options and I did not want her to stay here for the night but I knew if I dropped her off at her place she'd go on this rampage in her apartment just like last time.

Luckily for me she had her cellphone in her purse, and seeing as I didn't know her friends phone numbers it was safe to use her phone to get someone over here. It was simple to know who to call while looking through her favorites and I decided to call the one at the very top of this list, actually this woman was below only one person... me.

The phone only rang twice before I got an answer from the other side of the line, "Jaclyn?"

"It's Harry, I need you to come pick her up." The other side was quiet before she quickly grunted an alright before hanging up and I quickly sent her friend the address before leaning Jaclyn upright on the couch until she got up and ran to my bathroom.

I could hear her puking her guts out in my bathroom and for once I was thankful she knew where it was seeing as I didn't want her throwing up all over the place. that wasn't the only thing I heard but I chose to ignore all the crying, "Harry I miss you! We only had a little fight we can get past it." She sobbed between every single word.

It was half an hour of torture for me before her friend was frantically knocking on my door. I had used an entire can of air freshener because Jaclyn and all her vomit made my bathroom smell horrid. Jaclyn herself had answered the door while I was still spraying the bathroom. As I walked towards the pair all I could hear was Jaclyn telling her how I wouldn't love her anymore.

I never actually fell in love with her though, I never said those words to her.

Her friend helped her stand still all while shooting me her hardest glare. In all my months of spending time with Jaclyn I had barely met any of her friends and I have certainly not met this one either. She was plainly ignoring Jaclyn crying her eyes out and sniffling her snot as it ran out of her nose. No, complete interest was in the man who broke her friends heart for another. I'm sure Jaclyn had told her friends what has happened between me and her.

Just before they left Jaclyn's friend turned to me, "You're an asshole Harry."

"Because I broke up with her?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes while struggling to keep Jaclyn standing.

"Because not only did you hurt her I'm almost positive you hurt the other girl with your antics." This had my eyebrows raise in surprise. So she knew more than I thought she did or maybe I'm just that easy to read. "I can only hope that that other girl is smart enough to leave your sorry ass."

This woman hadn't said another word after that before turning on her heel with Jaclyn and slamming the door behind her with her free hand. I was left stunned standing alone in my pajamas and my drowsiness decided to catch up to me as I trudge over to my room while thinking hard on what Jaclyn's friend told me.

It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep to a nightmare I'd never forget.

` I was in front of a building I knew all too well. It was Violet's building and all the windows were dark in fact the entire area was deserted and dark. My skin was the only thing that held color as everything else was black, white, and shades of grey.

The front door to the building was unlocked and the door slowly swung open as I stepped closer. It was eerie in a way as the lift was 'Out of Order' and I was forced to climb up what seemed like endless stairs but I knew when I was on her floor as the stairs continuing upwards collapsed the moment I put pressure on them.

In a way I knew I was dreaming but my subconscious pushed me further and I wanted to know why I was here out of all places. Not that it seemed like this was going to have a positive outcome.

On her floor I could see light flooding out through her doorway as the door itself was torn off it's hinges and leaning on the wall across from the doorway. I cautiously took steps forward as I tried to sense something - anything at all.

There was no specific smell and I could barely hear anything at all until I crossed the invisible barrier into her flat. It was the only pace with color but that didn't matter to me. What really mattered was the stacks upon stacks of boxes filling the entire place. Each box was labeled with something simple like 'kitchen' and various items that belong in certain places.

It was disturbing to say the least until Violet's laughter echoed through the entire apartment and of course I decided to follow where it was coming from. It happened to be her bedroom and I had been smiling until I saw the sight before me.

Violet and Zayn barely wearing clothes. Cuddling on her bed and laughing. My worst nightmare coming true in my very own mind.

"Zayn c'mon we need to finish packing so I can move my stuff into your place, unless you don't want me to live with you..." She pouted before he sneaked in a kiss earning a giggle.

"Of course I do because then I won't have to come all the way over here to have you in my arms Vi." They continued kissing as I tried screaming at them to stop but no words came out of my mouth. "Aren't you glad you left Styles?"

"Of course, I'd pick you over him any day of the week." They laughed together and I just watched trying to stop them with my words and presence but neither was working.

My lips were moving but no words were coming out nothing but air went past my lips and the two who looked so in love seemed completely oblivious to me being here. I watched as Violet climbed onto Zayn's lap wearing his shirt and underwear alone. Tears sprung into my eyes as I watched his hand roam her body the exact same way mine have before.

How many times me and Violet had been in this situation when we were together? Too many to count.

"Please stop..." My mind finally allowed my voice to escape but it was no use. I watched as Violet lifted his shirt off her body and threw it to the side. "Violet..." As she sat on top of the one man I couldn't stand to bare her being intimate with she turned around and looked me dead in the eye.

Could she see me? My question was soon answered when she smirked before turning around and planting her lips on his once more.

I tried to turn around and leave the room but my feet were frozen to the floor as I watched the two rip the rest of their clothes off before going at each other like rabbits or newlyweds on their honeymoon. It was horrific watching the woman I was in love with be with the man I hate. `

I abruptly woke up in a sweat and I almost screamed out 'No!' before I caught myself and reminded myself that it was only a dream. I needed to see Violet as soon as the sun was in the sky. I grabbed my phone and set my alarm for eight thirty in the morning - it was only three hours away but I could wait if it meant I would never have that nightmare become reality in any way shape or form.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagines #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles story #harry styles au #harry styles fan fic #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #one direction au #one direction fic

2 notes · View notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

PERMANENT [H.S]

Violet

Radio silence. That's all there is between Harry and I ever since Jaclyn's little revelation. My neighbor Mrs. Peterson mentioned a man fitting Harry's description stopping by my flat but that was after he tried contacting me at my job.

Luckily for me I was never home when he stopped by and no one at my job put him through to me most likely because no one except myself and Lucy had that authority. You'd think after months of waiting for him to call me before was bad but this definitely took the cake. It was as if I wanted to talk to him but I didn't because the wound he left still stung.

Sophia and Naomi would stop by making sure I was alright and just being friends. I convinced them to hold off telling Allie and Louis until they came back because I didn't want to be the reason their honeymoon was ruined - I'm not that selfish to dump my problems on what is supposed to be a happy vacation for them. But for the mean time no one would let Harry anywhere near me, and Sophia even mentioned Liam losing his cool and punching him before Niall stopped everything.

Liam never lost his cool with anyone.

Even Zayn stopped spending all his time with his soon-to-be girlfriend just to make sure I got sunlight and fresh air. Honestly the brave face I put on would slip the moment I left the office building. The tears would come during my drive home, and my need to sustain myself with food was nonexistent by the time I opened my front door. I feel like a pathetic little girl who got her heart broken for the first time and it's my fault.

I chose to get involved with a man in a committed and now serious relationship. I used to be one of those girls who laughed at the ones who were desperate for the man they loved, and now here I was exactly in their position feeling how they felt.

What could he possibly say to me to make any of this better? Every where I went I saw flashbacks of times we spent together in those places. Every time I closed my eyes I watched every single time he told me he loved me. My own personal hell trapped in my very skull.

These were my thoughts as I packed some of my things. I had started the night I returned home from work after Lucy calling me into her office.

* "So why did Lucy send you to find me Iris?" I watched her look over her shoulder even though her hair was like a curtain in front of her face.

"I'm not sure she just told me it was urgent and to interrupt whatever you were doing." Even as we walked I could see a younger version of myself in Iris. It was strange in a way. The timidness that she naturally has but I had grown into it due to isolation. But even with her being shy she still has stars in her eyes as she comes to her dream internship every single day.

I feel as if someday she'll end up in the same spot as me. Hopefully dealing with less heartache along the way. I never even realized that she kept talking until she called my name... three times.

"What? Sorry I was thinking."

"Oh it's fine I just wanted to say thanks for helping me with the Styles Interview. I was so nervous and just having you there really helped a lot." She brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. My staring could be considered slightly creepy but she was the little sister I never got.

"Iris I just sat there you're the one who asked him all the questions." It was true, sure I did the follow up with Harry but she conquered whatever fear she had and wrote down his answers like a maniac. Not to mention that she had somehow pieced together that we were once in an intimate relationship. Only those who look close enough could even figure out something remotely close to the truth.

"Still... thanks."

"No problem." We had eventually come to Lucy's office door and I could hear her loudly speaking on the phone even though her door was completely closed shut.

"I'll find someone to do it, stop worrying. Gary get that stick out of your ass there are plenty of people I know who could work well with you." By the time I turned to Iris to ask who this Gary character was she has already disappeared among the desks of other workers who were typing away or passing along photos and various parts of their projects. The entire building was one well oiled machine.

Turning my attention back to Lucy's door I knocked lightly before entering and closing the door lightly behind me. Lucy was still on the phone and I could barely hear 'Gary' either yelling or just speaking loudly on the other side of the phone line.

She looked over at me motioning with her hand to come over and sit in front of her desk and I silently moved across the floor.

"Gary I'll have to call you back." Without another word she hung up the phone and gave me the brightest smile.

It was one of those smiles where you knew the person wanted something from you and they were trying to beat around the bush before asking. After working with Lucy for so long I've learned to know her facial expressions like the back of my hand. Even now as she was organizing folders and other papers on her desk I could see the gears turning in her head on how to ask me whatever she was waiting to ask.

"Iris said you needed me Lucy?" I tried to be coy as if I had no idea but I was just waiting for her to ask me to do something. As long as it had nothing to do with a certain Styles I don't think I'd have any problem with doing whatever she asked of me.

"Yes, I know you just got back from your vacation and I know you were gone for a year but I need you to travel away again."

"What?" That was the last thing I expected from her. I honestly thought she was just going to pile up project after project on me until I couldn't feel my fingers from hitting the capture button on my camera so much.

"I need you to travel with an associate of mine, Gary, you may have heard me speaking on the phone, he needs a photographer and him being so demanding he's turned away everyone I suggested. You're the only one I have left and he's been impressed by your work before." My shoulders slouched with knowing I'd be leaving again and this time I had a feeling I would be leaving alone.

At least last time I had Zayn to help with my heartache though I took advantage of our physical relationship it was still nice to have someone to vent to and get drunk with. I don't even have details of this trip, would it be for longer than a year or shorter? What exactly would I be taking pictures of? So many questions yet so little answers how cliche.

"This is a proposition nothing else. I'm asking you to do this because from what I learned from Zayn the two of you had a wonderful time the past year," Oh you mean when I wasn't crying or drinking over my ex-boyfriend. "If you do not wish to take on this assignment I'll keep looking for photographers," She continued to talk as I thought over everything.

I didn't exactly like the thought of leaving all my friends again because it feels as though I just came back from the world's longest trip. Along with the fact that I'd be alone with this stranger named Gary instead of my friend and companion Zayn.

Maybe I needed different. Especially if Harry's wedding would be happening anytime soon I don't think I could handle all the wedding talk. Dear lord what if Jaclyn asked the girls and me to help plan? My friends were the only reason for me to stay but every time I thought of Harry it made me want to leave, and I've made up my mind.

This time I wouldn't just call my friends, maybe I could visit back here now and then. It would all be fine and hopefully this time away I could get over Harry for good.

"I'll do it." *

Now here I was surrounded by boxers wearing my lazy day clothes. The boxes only contained my photography equipment so they weren't too big but depending on my time away I may just have to give up my flat and just get a new one when I come back.

Eventually I would have to tell everyone I was leaving again and I'd hate for them to be angry with me even if this was for the best in my own opinion. I knew the girls would understand but I'd hate for Louis or the boys to think I was running away even if I was.

Harry would definitely want answers so I quickly ran to my bedroom to grab a paper and pen. Once I was gone I'd let Sophia allow him inside. I know he has been asking for her spare key along with Liam's even though they refused him a million times. My mind was running at a mile a minute as I tried to think of the words to say to him. Words that would make sense of wishing him the happiest life with or without me.

It was hard to wish the one person you love a happy life with someone who undoubtedly not yourself. It was heartbreakingly painful to set him free as I tried to put everything into words. The first time I had left and came back I knew I hadn't let him go from my heart. It was in the way my heart fluttered when he smiled at me or tried to make small talk.

But none the less I started to put pen to paper and started writing. Eventually I had gone through six different pieces of paper because I was writing with pen and hated everything I was saying. None of it seemed to make sense and in my words I just kept telling Harry how much I love him no matter how much loving him has hurt me.

By the time I was done my eyes were dry as I had run out of tears. There were even some words on the paper that had gotten smeared from me crying on the paper but I'd rather not rewrite the entire letter seeing as my hand started cramping.

I'd most likely always love Harry and have a special place for him in my heart, but I don't think I can take hurting like this anymore and I for sure will not be the other woman while he becomes a married man.

I hold myself to higher standards and I will not allow Harry Styles to lower them.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles au #harry styles story #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #one direction fic #one direction au

2 notes · View notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

PERMANENT [H.S]

Harry

The silence from the other side of the call told me she didn't know how to answer my question and to be frank I didn't give a fuck.

"Jaclyn, I asked you a question." I don't think I've ever talked to her this way but what can she expects.

I was just about to start yelling into the phone on why she won't answer me until I heard soft sobs and sniffles coming from none other than Jaclyn.

Did she honestly believe crying would get her out of this conversation? Does this mean that Violet doesn't know that she may be pregnant? Can I still salvage my dignity – probably not but that doesn't mean I won't try.

"C-can we t-talk later?" She stuttered a reply and didn't even wait for me to answer before she hung up the phone.

In my frustration I slammed my phone on the table along with my clenched fist that was now pounding in pain because I had slammed it on my desk as well. She was avoiding the question which only put her in more of a guilty light, and it stung my heart a little to know that she could lie so easily and not tell me why.

I shouldn't even be bothered that she lied to me, I should be bothered that she lied to Violet more than anything. Of course I am since Violet now thinks that I probably played her the entire time but the things I've said to her could not have been more true and I need her to know that more than anything else.

Why was I even still here? My meetings were done for the day, and with that thought I closed everything on my computer and put my files away as I rushed out of my office. Michael glanced up from his own work not surprised that I was leaving so early. Lately I've been slacking in my work to spend time with Violet and or the boys while avoiding calls from Jaclyn while she was away.

"If I get any calls ask them to leave a message for me tomorrow, and if anyone from Board Room Eight asks to speak to me tell them to send me an email from the conclusion of their discussion." With a curt nod I left Michael back to his work but froze in my tracks, "Michael once you're done with your work you're free to go home." He's stayed longer than necessary to make up for me leaving early and with that he sent me a grateful smile before continuing to type on his computer.

With that finally done I quickly said my goodbyes to those still working as I made my way to the lift and eventually out the building. At first I thought Jaclyn would be at my flat but after her abruptly hanging up on my phone call I knew it was safe to assume that she was at her own place hiding from me.

Luckily for me she had given me a key three months after we were together. I never felt compelled to use it unless she asked for me to come over but now I'm relieved that I had it and she couldn't pretend to not be home.

Traffic unfortunately was not on my side as I thought back to what Sophia and Zayn had told me today. It was a bad memory playing on a loop in my head.

...remember Styles I was the one who was fucking her these past few months...

As if I truly needed a reminder that Violet and Zayn had become intimate due to my own stupidity of trying to play a game to get her to apologize. As if I needed to remember that the first night she was back was when I found out and then later on found out that she left early to go somewhere with him. Is this how she felt with me and Jaclyn? Jealousy and anger merging together to create a whirlwind of emotion.

...Wow Harry, you're such a catch! How could Violet stay away!...

God she was so sarcastic when I let it slip that Jaclyn might be pregnant. Sophia and Liam were the only ones who had no issue with her when we started dating and the way she reacted made it seem like now it was Liam who was the only one not yet bothered by Jaclyn. Alessandra openly showed her distaste and loyalty to Violet same with Louis but everyone hid it away for when Jaclyn wasn't around - surely that would change now.

The moment I saw a parking spot by her apartment building I zipped into it and raced inside the building. The lift had too many people waiting so I quickly ran to the staircase. My anger seemed to be fueling my adrenaline as I raced up the floors panting once I reached her door.

I gave her the opportunity to face me herself but when I knocked and she didn't answer I took matters into my own hands as I fished out all the keys I had from my pocket and quickly found hers on my keychain and unlocked the door.

The entire apartment was quiet except for the crashes coming from what I know as Jaclyn's bedroom. As I moved forward towards the noise I heard a crunch under my shoes only to see shard upon shards of broken glass. What on earth has she been doing?

When I looked into the doorway of her bedroom I quickly ducked out of reflex when a picture frame was thrown my way. "I'm so sorry." Her voice squeaked as she moved closer to me.

I took in her appearance and she looked like hell. Still in pajamas with her normally straight black hair now looking stringy as it was tossed into a messy bun. Her cheeks were splotchy and the skin still glistened from the trail her tears had left behind. Nose was pick and eyes were puffy - this was a woman who just cried every ounce of water out of her body.

I haven't seen her since the day of the wedding and I see she hadn't taken my shock of her revelation very well. But it was a lot to take in and she just randomly blurted it out as if it had not been a big deal.

"What's wrong?" I asked her genuinely concerned as to why she was tearing her home apart.

"Everything's wrong Harry!" My hands shot up in surrender as she spat her words at me as more of her bun came undone. Jaclyn was a complete mess at the moment.

"We still need to talk about earlier Jaclyn you know that." Her sobbing had almost deterred me away from the conversation we were destined to have. Why had she lied?

"What does it matter?!" She shrieked and threw the pillows and comforter off of her bed.

The aroma of lily's was beginning to overpower the room and it was then that I realized when she threw off the comforter she had also thrown a bottle of her perfume off the bed. This was a mental breakdown no doubt about it. I was so focused on the smell I didn't pay attention to what she muttered.

"What-"

"I said I'm not pregnant!" I was taken aback by her revelation relief flooded my entire being but my anger returned at the thought of her lying to me which makes me the biggest hypocritical bloke to ever live.

"So you lied to me?" My outrage seemed to be clouding my thoughts as not only was she not pregnant but she ruined what I had been building with Violet granted I had been building that relationship behind her back.

"No of course not! I thought I was..." I was prepared to unleash every harsh word in vocabulary and I'm actually glad I hadn't. Not only because she looks terrified of my right now but because Iwas ready to jump to conclusions... again.

"And what happened?"

"The doctor said I wasn't and that the birth control pills I had been taking could have caused my period to become irregular but my cycle would fix itself since I stopped taking them and..." She had gotten quiet as she revealed important information to me.

"You stopped taking your pills? When? Why didn't you talk to me about this?!" My voice continued to raise as I continued my rant about her trying to trap me with a child to which she profusely protested but how could I even begin to believe her. Jaclyn looked ready to burst into tears again but I had every right to be upset with her.

"I thought you would have been happy to have a baby-"

"I've told you before I'm not ready and you deliberately tried to..." I couldn't even think at the moment I just wanted to walk out and find Violet. There was nothing holding me back from Violet anymore and I couldn't bare to even stay in this flat any longer. Well until she started crying and held her hands to her face. I saw it. "Where did you get that?"

It was the ring my mother had given to me for when I was ready to propose for Violet. I had kept it even after we had broken up because I guess in my heart I knew she'd come back to me, and if I had given it back my mother would have found out about the breakup and would've been heartbroken. She really loved Violet.

"I found it the night of the wedding. I thought you wouldn't have freaked out about having a baby because you were proposing..." She timidly removed her hands from in front of her face before hiding them behind her back.

"But I wasn't going to propose! Please just give me the ring back."

"Then why did you have the ring?"

"My mother gave it to me for Vi-" I cut myself short when the girl who was once crying before me disappeared as she looked over with a new kind of fire burning in her eyes.

"For Violet? Are you fucking kidding me? And you kept it!" She sneered at me before throwing the ring and hitting me directly on my forehead with it.

My hand instinctively flew up to rub the spot where the ring had hit and I quickly lifted it off the floor and shoved it into my pants pocket.

"This isn't working out Jaclyn, I can't keep stringing you along when I don't feel the same about you." Her head snapped over towards me and the tears instantly returned.

"No, no, baby we can work this out don't say that." She rushed forward grabbing my face in her hands but I grabbed hers in my own and moved them away and back to her sides. "Harry Styles you can't do this to me! To us!"

"I'm only being honest with you Jac..."

"Get out. Get Out!" She shrieked before throwing a vase at my head to which I ducked and it smashed against the wall and I used my arm to block the ricocheting pieces. "And don't come back! I never want to see you again!" I simply nodded and tossed her key over on her bed before turning out and walking out of her apartment. The sounds of crashing continued as I closed her apartment door behind me.

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but there was one person I needed to see before I even thought about going home. But everything felt right in this moment.

I felt free. Free to be with who I truly wanted, who I truly loved, and that was Violet Pierce. Hopefully she would still have me.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles au #harry styles story #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction fic #one direction au #one direction imagines #one direction imagine

2 notes · View notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

PERMANENT [H.S]

Harry

I had to make sure. This couldn't be true. She only had a stomach virus nothing more. If it was I knew I wouldn't be able to look Violet in the eye ever again. God how I wanted to be selfish and tell her we could work through this but I couldn't.

Not now. Not with that look she gave me the night of the wedding, and that was merely three days ago.

I wanted to chase her down and tell her everything but it seemed that Jaclyn beat me to the punch. She went from scared out of her wits to overly excited about starting a family – with me.

We didn't even know for sure and she has already began to plan our lives. Has she always been so dependent? If so why hadn't I noticed before all of this. How could she handle being with me if we did have a child and my attention was demanded elsewhere?

Why was I actually considering that she might be pregnant?

"Mr. Styles what do you think?" My thoughts were interrupted as I was reminded that I was currently sitting in a meeting.

"I think it's a good idea to pursue and would like an update as soon as possible," I honestly had no idea what I was truly talking about but getting an update later when my mind wasn't jumbled was the best idea I had all day. "You all can keep discussing while I return to my office, talk to Michael if you need me."

I abruptly stood and walked out of the meeting without a glance back. My mind was cluttered with personal problems and it was getting the way of my job, and it's not like I can call my father and mother back from their holiday in Aruba just to help me.

My walk back to my office was tedious seeing as everyone wanted to pitch an idea or just say hello, and then there were the receptionists who tried to flirt their way either into my pants or a high position – they got neither.

I kept having to tell them all to send an email or make an appointment because my time was not there's and I was needed elsewhere. It was a lie but they didn't need to know that. They all just needed to keep working and doing the job they are paid to do and bothering me was not in their job description.

Michael seemed to be the only person who was actually engrossed in their work as I walked by. I constantly heard him asking questions to the person on the other end of the phone line or telling someone to hold. He was a good assistant, and sure as hell made my job easier.

"Mr. Styles you have a visitor. I insisted he wait until you come from your meeting but he's waiting in your office." Strange because I hadn't been expecting anyone especially with having my last meeting of the day end just now.

But the double dark oak doors leading to my office concealed a face I didn't want anywhere near this office building or me. I quietly shut the door behind me glad that with them closed no one could really hear inside.

"What do you want Malik?" There he was sitting in the chair behind my desk, and messing around with my things if I may add.

"Where do you get the balls Styles?"

"What-" He didn't let me finish as he stood from the chair almost causing it to tumblr back and hit the floor.

"Where do you get the fucking balls to treat Violet the way you have! You want her, you don't want her. You treat her like a toy and I'm not having it anymore Styles! We've had our differences and shit but that girl has been to hell and back for you and for what?! To be tossed aside because of some chick that everyone knows you don't love!"

"You don't know shit about me or Violet so why don't you get the fuck out." We stared each other down until he chuckled, he actually fucking chuckled.

"I know Violet more than you think, remember Styles I was the one who was fucking her these past few months and hell I wanted her to be more than that but she was so damn strung up on you that I didn't overstep her boundaries." He smiled as if remembering a memory, "She opened up a lot during our time together and every time she cried I knew it was about you, and finally when she thinks everything is right between you two you pull the rug out from under her. Goddamn I just want to smash your fucking face in, but I won't because I know she'd be pissed at me."

"As if you'd even land a hit," Zayn shook his head before walking past me, but not before bumping his shoulder into mine.

"You're right, I'd land more than one hit and I would enj–" He was interrupted by the double wooden doors slamming open.

"Harry fucking Styles I have a bone to pick with you!" We both snapped our head over to a very pissed off Sophia who was carrying a box.

Her surprise at Zayn's presence was little as she was really just looking at me as if she was putting ten thousand bullets through my body. They each spoke a quick hello before I noticed Zayn lean in to whisper, "If I were to kick your ass I'd enjoy every second but I'm sure someone else will do it for me, you forget I'm not the only one who cares for her."

"I care for her." I harshly whispered as I grit my teeth in response as he just glared and walked out my office door.

With a huff and sigh I walked behind my desk and sat down while massaging my temple as Sophia stomped forward. I closed my eyes to think but the minute I opened them she slammed the box she was holding on my desk in front of me. It made me jump a little but confusion was all I felt when I saw my things inside of the box.

"How could you do that to Violet?" Unlike Zayn, Sophia didn't mind yelling at me to the point where people outside my office doors her muffled screaming.

"Fuck! It wasn't planned, and it wasn't supposed to happen alright!" Sophia looked at me like I was an idiot. "I didn't mean for any of it to happen! I love Violet not Jaclyn and she just caught me off guard at the wedding, Violet didn't even let me explain anything she just walked out!"

As I started to look through the box I realized these were all things that I had left with Violet. She was giving them back? I had to explain things to her before she did something rash or just tell me never to call or look for her again. Not being Violet would ruin my life but there were so many things to figure out before anything could actually happen.

When did life get so fucked up?

"What do you want from her Harry? You want her to stick around and plan your wedding with your fiancee because even if Liam asked me to do that I wouldn't because it would fucking hurt to much! How could you of all people expect her to smile and wave you down the alter while she watches," Wedding? Fiancee? What in the world is Sophia even talking about.

"Soph, I love you and all but no one is getting married so what are you talking about?" Where'd she get the idea that I was getting married? I had no intention of proposing to anyone at the moment and hopefully Violet later down the road but not now. My life was chaotic enough.

"Violet said you were engaged when you set everyone into panic mode asking where she was! She told me everything so don't you dare lie to me."

"I'm not! I never proposed to Jaclyn! The night of the wedding she told me she might be pregnant I never asked her to marry..." I had then realized in my own rant at Sophia's disbelief that I slipped up. There was no hope that she hadn't heard it because her eyes widened to the size of saucers before narrowing into a glare that could kill.

"Wow Harry, you're such a catch! How could Violet stay away!" Her sarcasm wasn't falling on deaf ears and she walked around my desk and stood right in front of me.

"Soph, I-" A loud smack resonated in the room as my head whipped to the side with the force of her blow. I know she heard me when I let out a string of curse words under my breath and surely my cheek now had a red palm print from her slap. "Fuck! Sophia-"

"This is a new level for you Harry, it's bad enough that you kept Violet on the side but this? This will break her heart more than you already have." She turned and started to walk out of my office but stopped right at the door with her hand on the handle, "Zayn's right. You need to stay away from her and don't think that I will be keeping my mouth shut because even if I did you already know word will still get to Louis and then you'll have to deal with him."

She was right and as soon as she left I picked up my cellphone. The ring went off a few times and just when I thought I'd get voicemail her voice comes through from the other side.

"Hey baby, how's work?" Her voice was as cheerful as ever as I tried to keep my anger from overflowing and just screaming into the phone. Everything has turned to shit because of a misunderstanding that will only get worse with the truth.

"Why did you tell Violet we were engaged Jaclyn?" I spoke calmly but the silence coming from her side of the connection proved that she knew how furious I was with finding out this information because I had never proposed nor have I even thought about giving her an engagement ring.

An unhappy Styles is a scary Styles.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagines #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles story #harry styles au #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #one direction fic #one direction au

3 notes · View notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

The countdown has officially started I will post the chapter as soon as I get home from the dentist! Hopefully they don't keep me there too long because when you're at the dentist for a long time it means they're going to fuck shit up in your mouth, and I'm not about that life. Nat xx.

#just a note

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

You guys, the chapter will have to put up in the morning because Wattpad is acting all weird and I want to post it here and there at the same time like I always do. The chapter is ready to go and just a hint this time is Harry's POV and I actually like what I've done so far 😏 Be back soon! Nat xx.

#just a note

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

PERMANENT [H.S]

Violet

The light from the morning sun seemed to seep into my room so that was why I had awoken an hour earlier than needed. In a way I guess this means I could get to work quicker and just preoccupy myself.

It didn't feel real when I woke up. At first I had thought last night was a terrible nightmare but waking up and not finding him beside me just reinforced that what I thought was a nightmare was in fact reality. A reality that broke my heart more than it already was.

Looking in my bathroom mirror after brushing my teeth was a real eye opener. Well... Not really. All I saw staring back at me was a girl with splotchy red eyes and bits of running makeup that she missed while she cried her eyes out in the shower. That girl looked lifeless and that girl was me.

I'm engaged!

Her voice just rang through my head over and over again mocking me that everything that I believed would happen just disappeared in the span of five minutes. But seeing as this will be the first time seeing my co-workers in over a year so I knew I couldn't just walk in like a bum though my very instinct was telling me to just fuck it. I'm heartbroken I can dress how I want.

But it's my job and I have to be a professional especially now that I'm back after an extremely long break. Oh god does Lucy know? She happens to be fairly involved with Styles Inc. and I could only imagine that she knows that Harry and Jaclyn are an item - maybe not engaged but she has to know that he's with her.

In the end a pair of black skinny jeans and a button up shirt was my choice of clothing along with flats because my feet were still sore from standing in heels all day yesterday. My hair was a mess and that was fine because I couldn't be bothered to fix it.

My camera and laptop were already in my little messenger bag and I was ready to go. With my bag, coat, and keys in hand it was time to get productive. It seemed like I was the only one moving in slow motion while everything else was zipping by on the way to work. My phone decided while I was in the car to have my alarm go off and my heart lurched in hope that maybe it was Harry calling with an explanation. That hope would dwindle as the day grew on.

I was just going through the motions and the moment that I walked into our office building I had plastered on my best 'I'm happy' smile as I walked by and said hello to everyone. It was easy for people to say hello and not question anything, and I liked it that way because these people who surrounded me did not know the first thing about me.

"Violet Pierce? You're back!" A girlish squeal came from my right and before I could fully look at who called me out I was engulfed in a hug. When she pulled a away I finally saw who it was.

"Hey Valentina, and yeah I'm back." I kept my smile as wide as possible as she started to ramble about everything that's been going on while I was away. Valentina was a gossiper but I rarely paid attention.

All her gossip was about were 'possible' and 'rumored' office romances, "So apparently Ben was caught in the copy room with Carrie but everyone knows that Carrie was with Jameson the other week all flirty by his desk and..." I tried slipping away while she jabbered but she instead walked with me to my desk while I placed all my things down. "then of course everyone was talking about you and Zayn-"

"Val, there is no me and Zayn, we're just friends." I quickly shot it down because if I didn't I already knew she'd go about telling people I hadn't denied it. What Zayn and I did together while we were away was not to be spoken around the many floors of the building.

"Sure but-" Someone I hadn't recognized came over and asked for Val's help with some project that I had no clue what it was about so I chose not to but in and just let her be on her merry way. Valentina wouldn't have dropped it until the day was over but she'd bring it up again the next time I saw her - it's just how gossipers worked.

Finally I was alone at my desk opening my work email and sorting through the hundreds of email's left to me for when I returned. A lot of it were from competitor magazines who wanted a scoop from someone inside the company, but I simply just threw them all in the trash. We weren't in the movie '13 Going On 30' No one is going to possibly risk there job for some other magazine. The world didn't work that way but it didn't stop them from trying, and what better place to start than with Lucy Vale's photographer.

Of course the universe thought that now would be the good time for an email labeled Styles Interview Layout to be one of the last emails left in my inbox. Everything was said and done however they chose to put the interview together for the magazine was not part of my job but they always send the completed project to those involved.

I immediately put that in trash as well but my mind began to wander.

My phone still held no messages of missed calls from him but that didn't mean I didn't want there to be any. Eventually by my fourth hour at work I just gave up at expecting an explanation because what explanation would fix anything. What explanation would change how used I felt?

I did wonder what he was up to. Was he at work? Was he with her? If he was with her then what were they doing together? Probably telling their families of the engagement talking about how happy they're going to be for the rest of their lives once the knot is tied. Jaclyn probably planning future couple dates with Louis and Allie. She's already taken him I don't think I could ever handle losing my best friends.

In my mind that is something that would actually happen even if the reality of the scenario is small. In my head Jaclyn eventually just takes everyone I care about and I become nothing but a memory. A fragment of their thoughts so when they look back they'll ask each other "who was that girl we used to hang out with?" then someone else would reply with "Viviane something right?" and that would be the last of me.

"Hey Vi- woah you look like death." My eyes travel upward to meet Zayn's confused expression. "How was the wedding?" His concern was showing and it almost made me want to smile a real smile.

"Beautiful." I continued to type away at my desk pretending to do something important.

"Then why do you look like the ground could swallow you up and you wouldn't care," I looked up at him while he was putting his own thoughts together and I saw it in his eyes the moment he put the pieces together. "What did he do?" He harshly whispered 'he' like it was acid and I didn't blame him.

"He's engaged." Zayn's confusion came back as he sat on the corner edge of my desk.

"Vi, that's great I'm so happy for you." I had to shut my eyes and take deep breaths. God if Harry had asked me on that rooftop to marry him I would have said yes without hesitation and I can't believe how I easily let my walls down again for him.

"He's not engaged to me, Zayn." I let my words sink in. He's engaged to Jaclyn. No matter how many times I said that to myself it sounded like some kind of cruel joke that was in no way funny.

"I'm fucking done." He quickly got up and started walking in the direction of the elevator.

I had to run to catch up to him and I was so glad I went with flats today because I caught up rather quickly, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm done with Styles walking all over you like you're nothing!" He harshly whispered and some of our co-workers turned their head in our direction. Great more gossip for our co-workers to go nuts over. I had to grab his arm and make him face me but he was fuming and I have never seen Zayn as anything other than the calm and collected man he's always been.

"So what are you going to Zayn? Punch him?" If steam could come out of his ears it would right now.

"I should and not for me but for you. Someone has to fight back Vi, and if it's not you then it's gonna be one of your friends."

"Zayn sometimes things just stop being worth the headache, and I'm not going to fight for something that I've already lost." I began to pull him back to my desk where we had more privacy seeing as I was located further away from other employees. "I don't need you and Harry beating each other to a pulp, and besides I'm sure Louis will want to do that himself when he gets back Sophia is making sure of it."

I love the gesture from my friends but I do not need a knight in shinning armor. I need a time machine to stop myself from getting re-involved with Harry again or a memory eraser to take away everything I once loved about him. Even thinking about just the past few months that I've been back makes me want to go back in the shower to peel my skin away. I feel disgustingly used and he is the reason I feel this way.

"Someone needs to take him down a peg Violet-"

"And right now I don't need you to be that someone. I'm a big girl Zayn and it's time I move on from Harry." I had finally sat down at my desk again when our tiny blonde intern popped around the corner pausing mine and Zayn's conversation. "Hi Iris, what can I do for you?"

"Um... Lucy asked me to get you..." She sounded like a tiny little mouse but for some reason her presence seemed to brighten my day just a tad not enough to where I could care less about what he was doing but enough to make me smile a little.

"Well let's not keep her waiting. Zayn we'll talk later." As Iris and I walked away I heard Zayn mumble under his breath 'and I'll be talking to Harry as well'.

I had bigger things to worry about like why my boss was calling me to her office on my first day back. As far as I knew from my emails I didn't have any major projects that were on a small deadline but you never know with Lucy. She's always suprising her employees.

Sure her calling me was a distraction from my life outside this building but sooner or later the topic of Harry Styles would come back and if I'm being honest in this very moment while I thought about everything about Harry that made me love him - I had never wanted to hate him more than I do right now because I can say that I do but I don't, and that's the saddest part.

#Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles story #harry styles au #harry styles fan fic #one direction fan fiction #one direction story #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic #one direction fan fic #one direction fic #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #one direction au

0 notes

ultravicarious · 8 years

Text

PERMANENT [H.S]

Harry

The wedding was going smoothly. Louis and Alessandra were making their rounds and thanking everyone for coming. Niall was chatting up with pretty girls near the bar. Liam was catching up with Sophia, and Violet was making her way towards the bar as Jaclyn had cut into our time together as she asked me to dance.

I doubt she noticed how loosely I was holding her as she talked about her trip and spending time with her mother. It was rude of me but I only mumbled barely coherent mhm's as she continued to blabber about things I could care less about.

"I need to go to the little girl's room, I'll be back in a bit." She kissed my cheek before scurrying away and I heard her footsteps grow softer the further she went from me.

There were so many people but I had kept my gaze on Violet the entire time even as she conversed with other men and woman at the bar. I actually had to stop myself from being jealous while I watched the bartender shamelessly flirt with her. I was so consumed in my thoughts that I had't noticed the clacking of heels heading my way but when I saw Violet I met her half way.

"Hey stranger." She smiled at me but I still noticed the shiver she made and the goosebumps on her skin.

"You cold?" She was prepared to tell me no yet she rubbed her arms and I quickly placed my blazer on her shoulders. "Is it wrong to say that I can't wait to have you in my arms tonight?"

She looked breathtaking her in dress and god when she bit her lip I just wanted to pull her into my arms in front of everyone is this damn room, but I didn't. "Not at all and I'm-" I want to but I noticed in the corner of my eye Jaclyn reappeared from the doorway. I was ready to warn Violet but the DJ spoke before she could even finish her sentence.

"It's time for the bride to toss her bouquet before she runs off with the groom!" The DJ's voice blared through the speakers as Violet looked over to Allie who was standing on a small stage with her face all excited. I'm sure she just wants to get this over with to head on her honeymoon with Lou.

"I'll be right back, who knows maybe I'll catch it." She winked back at me as she headed over to the hoard of women clambering to get closer to Alessandra and the stage. Even Jaclyn was in that sea of female and that honestly made me want to burst out laughing a bit.

"I hope you do." I doubt she heard me but I said it anyways. The real scary part was that I meant it.

What a scary thought. I'm ready to marry Violet Pierce and I'm actually not afraid to admit out loud if someone asked me. I couldn't even bring myself to stop smiling as I watched her pick up who I believe to be Alessandra's little cousin as much as she could. It was amusing to watch her struggle to keep the little girl as high as possible while Allie turned around ready to toss.

When she finally did I was really hoping that Violet and the little girl with her would catch the bouquet but it was surprisingly one of the girls Niall was chatting up. As the women dispersed Jaclyn quickly ran up to me.

"Can we go home, I'm feeling a little under the weather." I was going to protest but she started tugging on my arm and I agreed because I knew I'd see Violet later on my rooftop. Violet was nowhere to be seen but I'm sure either Niall or Liam would give her a ride hopefully to my place.

The car ride home was silent. It was smart of Liam to suggest that we take our cars to the wedding because we knew the girls were all coming in the car that Louis and Allie were leaving in. Jaclyn ended up cracking her window open because of feeling ill. I didn't bother starting a conversation and neither did she but I'm pretty sure if she opened her mouth she'd puke in my car.

The wind coming through the crack of the window was rather chilly and hopefully this breakup could go smoothly so Violet wouldn't have to wait on the roof for too long. I had already place the few of Jaclyn's things in a small box like her spare toothbrush and a pair of pajama's. I'm just fearful that she will go ballistic and start throwing things around my flat as I break the news.

In my head I prepared for the worst. Jaclyn screaming and breaking things as she threw them at me telling me I'm a no good bastard who played with her emotions. Then she'd go on to accuse me of wanting Violet back and using her to fill her empty time - which in a bad light did seem like the correct theory.

But that's not how things happened between Violet and I. I tried to fight the attraction and our history but it didn't work out that way because I wasn't over her. Everyone thought it and Louis had said it but I was too stubborn to listen.

By the time we reached my flat and actually had gotten inside Jaclyn was able to stand upright by herself. Maybe she had drank too much because she was known to drink quite a bit when Violet was around but I don't remember seeing her at the bar.

"Jaclyn we really need to talk." I spoke softly as to not startle her and start a rampage.

"We actually do." I felt confusion as we moved towards the living room and I removed my shoes.

"Can I say what I need to say and then you can tell me whatever it is-" She cut me off as she paced back and forth.

"Actually I need to say this now or else I never will." She continued to pace back and forth ringing her hands together as her heels clicked back and forth against the hardwood floor.

There was an eternity of silence as she turned away from me. How bad could what she have to say really be? She turned around with tears brimming her eyes as looked on. Her shoulders were practically hunched over before she took a deep breath in and straightened herself out.

"I think I'm pregnant." I stand corrected. This was really bad. worse than bad this was something out of my nightmares.

"What are you talking about? When? How?"

"I don't know!" She yelled out as a few tears slipped down her cheeks. "I wasn't feeling too well when I was with my mom but I was too afraid to tell her, and I wanted to wait to tell you."

How could this actually be happening. What's going to happen if she is pregnant? I can't just abandon her and possibly my unborn child. Then the real question hit me as I heard the wind harshly blowing against the windows of my flat - How was I going to tell Violet? How was I supposed to look the woman I love in the eye and say I'm having a child with someone else? And that's if Jaclyn really is pregnant.

Violet was probably waiting on top of the roof right now waiting for me in the freezing wind and I had a possibly pregnant girlfriend in front of me. I couldn't even think straight and it felt like this noose of a tie was slowly suffocating me as I tried to loosen it.

"I need to think, just give me a few minutes while I shower." Jaclyn went to open her mouth in protest but I couldn't think straight not while looking at her.

I had to quickly let Violet know I couldn't come. Surely I would have to explain myself to her but first I needed to figure everything out with Jaclyn before I could even think of being with Violet truly and completely.

I stripped myself once I was in the bathroom and locked the door behind me. If Jaclyn had her way she'd barge into the bathroom and most likely demand we deal with what's happening but I couldn't. The shower barely seemed to last any time at all before I was getting out though I'm sure it was enough time for Jaclyn to calm down.

Outside the locked bathroom door I could hear muffled voices so I quickly wrapped a towel before heading out of the bathroom and my bedroom.

"... It had fallen out of one of his pant pockets and-" It was Jac speaking with someone but the way she was holding the door was blocking whoever was on the other side though I did have a hunch and I hope I was wrong.

"Jac, who's at the..." I was right and I hated it. Violet stood on the opposite side of the door and she looked as if she had been waiting for me for hours.

I was ready to punch myself with the way she was looking at me. Hair frazzled from the wind blowing through it and the complete look of betrayal that was etched on every inch of her face. I could barely stand to watch as she held back tears and her rage or what looked like rage.

"Hi," Her voice came out timid and it frightened me as I have never heard her like that before. "I just came to drop off your jacket." I continued to stay silent and watch as her eyes traveled between me and Jac, "Um I should get going, but congratulations... really..." She turned around immediately and my mouth dropped open.

"Don't tell anyone yet, I wanna do that myself." Jaclyn was practically bouncing on the tip of her toes which was a complete 180 from how she was almost bursting into tears before I went in the shower.

Had Jaclyn told her she was pregnant? I thought she had said she wasn't sure why would she tell Violet that she was? I couldn't even run after her to tell her to stop because one I was still only in a towel and I had to deal with Jaclyn. I hate how that sounded so harsh that I need to deal with a "problem".

If Jaclyn's suspicions were right I wouldn't know how to deal with losing Violet. I lost her already once and a second time would ruin everything - for good.

2 notes · View notes