Her Bully

18 year old Violet Teasdale is Lou Teasdale's neice. Of course, almost no one knows that. one of the only people to know is Harry Styles, her bully. They used to be the best of freinds, since age 4. But then when Violet's brother Kyle, died, Harry made everyone turn on her, because he thought she killed him. Of course, this isn't true, Harry doesn't even know her side of the story. But what if one day, after 4 years of being bullied she tries to end it all, because of him? What if Harry then looks at her differently? (There will be some sexual scenes!!!)


31. Beautiful Moments

Violet's P.O.V

Harry was going golfing today. "Which one should I wear," he asked me, picking out a baby blue polo and and a pink one.

"The pink one," I said as I came closer to him. "Hmmm... you really think so?" He put the pink one on and tucked it into his regular black skin tight jeans, then turning to look at me.

"Yeah," I said as I stepped on his feet, and on my tippy toes. He wrapped his arms around me and sweetly rubbed his nose on mine, before giving me a kiss.

"Mmm... as much as I would like to kiss you all day, we can't."

"Why?," I whined as i stepped down, hugging him close to me. I sighed in satisfaction, the house was a little chilly and Harry always seemed to be warm.

He nuzzled into my neck, pulling me as close as he could.

"I love you."

I pressed little kisses to his neck and he said,

"I love you too."

These moments between us were always magical, beautiful. The time felt slow, allowing us to really feel it and preserve the moment.

"Why are you so beautiful?"

He pulled back and cupped my face, bringing our foreheads together. I just smiled at what he had asked himself, blushing slightly.

"Why are you so perfect?," i asked.

"Because I'm Harry Styles."

I started laughing, Harry's musical laughter joining in with me.

I squealed when I felt myself being picked up, and I wrapped mty arms around his waist, clinging to him as if I ever let go I would dissapear.

We fell on the bed, Harry resting his weight on me. I bent my knees and cradled his body between them.

He nudged my head to the side with his, allowing access to my neck. I felt little, ticklish buttefly kisses on my neck, along with moist kisses on my jaw.

I just held him close to me, and I felt as if we were the only two people in the world.

Minutes past, maybe hours. But I din't care. I was with Harry.

And that's all that mattered.

A/N: I know I haven'y updated in a LONG time, but here is a chapter. I'm just feeling like, deep and stuff... so yah. Thanks for all the views! I really didn't think my story would get this far. But check out my other movellas? It would mean a lot, and I want my Marcel fanfic to be as good as this one. Please? Thanks if you have read them already, and for all the support, well views and likes and favorites. I really appreciate it.


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