*Chapter 1*
"Tell me what its name is," he wines, "please." he sticks his lower lip out, pouting. He glances over at me to see if the pouting had any effect before bringing his eyes back to the road.
"Never." I smile, smugly tucking a piece of my purple hair behind my ear. I laugh to myself at how obvious its name actually is.
"Stop giggling and tell me." He wines, nudging my arm.
"Ew," I joke, "don't touch me. You could have herpes for all I know." I scrunch up my noes in mock disgust.
His mouth drops open as he plays along, "I do not have herpes!" He puts his hand on his heart, "I'm insulted that you would even joke that."
"Oh boohoo, Harold." I stick my tongue out at him like a 7 year old.
"I'll give you herpes!" He threatens, reaching out to touch me.
"That would be rape, Harry!" I tease before dodging his touch and jumping out of the now stopped car.
"I don't know where I'm going!" I yell, running around the foreign area, trying to get away from Harry who is trying to catch me and give me his 'herpes'. I smile at how much this reminds me of 'coodies' when I was littler.
He laughs hysterically from closely behind me, chasing me up the steps into the pavement. He catches me scooping me up and putting me over his shoulder. I squirm on his shoulder, getting an eye full of his butt.
"Harold!" I yell horrified, "Your butt is in my face!"
"You know you like it." I can hear the smirk in his voice as he shakes his butt, shaking me in the process.
"Harry, if you keep shaking me you're going to have puke all over your back." I threaten.
He stops, transfers me to his shoulders, and continues walking casually to the front door, "You never told me your cars name." I can hear the pout as he fiddles with the laces in my shoes.
"Later." I state, playing with his curly hair.
He ignores my gesture, "What if I guess? Give me a hint." He demands.
"Hmm okay." I pause acting like I need to think hard about a hint to give him, "You."
He stops walking, I assume thinking, "that's my hint?"
I nod even though he can't see my head.
He hums and continues to walk, "So...Me?"
I facepalm, "No Harold, I did not name my car 'me'."
He laughs noticing the obscurity of my name being purple, "Then what is it?"
I fiddle with a piece of his hair, attempting to straighten it with my fingers,"I'll tell you later."
He groans and I giggle mischievously. He exhales putting , "Promise?"
I laugh linking my picking with his, "Yes Kitty, I promise."
"Kitty?" he laughs, questioning my new nickname for him.
"Y'know monsters ink? ." I question, "that's what Boo, the little girl, called Sully, the tall, blue, harry guy. And-"
"-I'm tall, have lots of hair, and my name is Harry?" He finishes for me.
"Yeah." I state smiling largely.
"Well then I guess you'll just haft to be my 'Boo'." He states matter-of-factly.
"I guess I will." I say, leaning down and resting my head on his.
Harry almost trips making me stifle a laugh and panic at the same time. He whispers something about Liam being a light sleeper. After he regains his balance he grabs my hand and continues to lead me as we creep through the dark house.
I go to say something and Harry pushes his pointer finger to my lips, signaling for me to be quiet. I look over to where Harry eyes point. The doorknob jiggles. Harry quickly sweeps me up, making a run down the hallway. Harry quickly turns into a room, shutting the door after us quietly.
"Why are we sneaking through your house exactly?" I ask Harry who peaks under the door like a little kid.
I giggle at how cute and innocent he looks.
"My boss will have my ass if he realizes I'm getting home this late and that I brought my more-than-a-friend home."
"My dad." I correct, shaking my head and smiling. He smiles cheesily at me, "Plus, the boys will make me clean for it." He pouts as if to say 'please don't rat me out, your dad is scary and I don't want to clean.'
"Alright, Alright." I surrender putting my hands up, "Go get in bed and pretend to sleep. I'll hide in the closet." I order.
He smiles widely, flips the lights off, kisses me on the head, and runs to bed like an excited child. I laugh, going to his closet and shutting to door.
I explore his closet using the dim setting on his light switch. I flip through multiple printed, floral colored shirts, expensive suits, enough skinny jeans to strangle a heard of cows, and a collection of shoes, before landing on plain colored shirts. I decide to borrow one.
Not caring if I was overstepping some kind of boundary, he did want me in here, I slip the white t-shirt over my head, discarding mine on the carpet. I slip off my lace shorts, searching through the closet for any bottoms to wear. I shrug finding boxers of his and putting them over my own undergarments.
Not long after me tucking my self into Harry's clothes I hear his room door open, I assume it's Liam checking on what the noise was. The door isn't open for long until it's closed and the foot steps disappear.
"The coast is clear." I hear Harry say though the closet door before I see the lights turn on.
I open the closet door, posing over-dramatically in the door way, "Put me on the cover of Vogue." I say in a posh voice.
He takes out his phone and literally takes a picture of me. I drop the pose so I can look at him in surprise.
"What?" He asks innocently, "You look cute in my clothes."
"Cuter than I bet you ever did." I state, shooting down his attempt to make me blush.
"I can't disagree." He says checking me out.
I smirk, "Didn't think so."
I sway my hips, provoking him as I walk to his bathroom, "I'm using your bathroom."
"Look at that one," he points above us, "it looks like a star."
"Harold," I laugh, "they're all stars."
"That's not what I meant!" He turns his to me to defends himself, "look, the stars make the shape of a star." He points to a cluster of stars in the dark sky.
I follow his finger trying to make out the shape. I lift my head up from his chest and look up at him, "I don't see it."
He just furrows his eyebrows, frowning. I admire the sky once more before looking over at Harry, "Do you come up here on the roof often?"
"Yeah," he answers, "But I don't always set up all of this." he gestures to the blankets and pillows.
I smile, liking the idea of him setting this up specially for me.
"Why don't you like everyone knowing about you?" Harry asks randomly, changing the subject, "I mean we've been friends for awhile and my bandmates don't even know about you."
I pause to think, "Well, I don't mind as more now that I'm older, but when I was younger I didn't want everyone knowing I was the daughter of the 'biggest name in the music industry'," I quote, "because I didn't want all the attention, judgement, and the lack of privacy."
He nods, "I understand that."
I continue, "but now I don't care as much. I mean there's been rumors that my dad is my dad, but I just haven't really conformed it." I pause, "I guess I just don't know. I mean yeah, we've been friends for awhile now, sneaking around at night and such, but people are going to figure out eventually. Your bandmates are definitely going to figure out. Today was the first day we decided to go to your house instead of mine and we were almost caught."
He fiddles with the shirt I'm wearing using his arm that's wrapped around my body, "What about the fans?" He asks carefully, "They can be harsh," he warns," especially when you drop into the mix announcing yourself as my girlfriend." He shakes his head, "my bandmates are going to be a whole other story now that we're dating."
"I feel bad," I announce sitting up from my laying position,"I can't just barge into your life like this."
He sits up too and goes to speak but I cut him off, "yeah we've been friends for a year or two, and we've been a couple for a month, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm going to be new to everyone else in your life." I run my hands through my hair, suddenly stressed out, "I can't just invade your band like this. This isn't how this is supposed to go. I'm supposed to become all of your friends, and to be warmed up to the fans. I'm not supposed to just be dropped into the scene and expect everyone to expect me." I exhale deeply, "They're not going to except some purple haired chick who claims to be the daughter of one of the richest people in the United States, and the girlfriend of Harry Styles. No one; not the fans, not your bandmates."
"Violetta," Harry says tucking a piece of lose hair behind my ear.
I stand up sighing, "Harry, I should go."
"Please stay," he says standing up, "We can drop the subject; talk about it in the morning." He grabs both of my hands,"I don't want you to leave. And I especially don't want you to leave angry."
I sigh and he continues, "Please," he begins, "Won't you at least stay till the A.M? It will be fun, we can plan games. Plus, all my favorite conversations are always made in the A.M."
