Violet just turned 18 when her two bestfriends, Evelyn and Elizabeth, decides to take her out on a club celebrating. But little did Violet know, that the most romantic guy and the most dangerous guy were in the same club with her. Her friends warns her about the dangerous one.. But will she listen to them? Read to find out.


12. The kiss.

Niall's P.O.V

Violet is a special girl, I've never been so into a girl before I met her.

Violet's P.O.V

I woke up in the morning, feeling that someone had his arms around my waist, yesterday was so good, watching movies, making dinner and no sex, everything is just perfect with Niall.

I rolled over in bed as I faced Niall's beautiful face, he was asleep. I smiled as I went closer kissing him on the lips.

He slowly opened his eyes blinking a few times, "If that's how you're waking me up, I wanna spend every night with you." He spoke with his sexy morning voice.

I giggled and stood up. I borrowed Niall's t-shirt when I slept. 

"I have to go home." I claimed as Niall groaned.



A loud sigh came out of him as he stood up, "Fine."

I put on my clothes as we walked outside, he opened the cardoor for me as I stepped inside. He jogged over to the other side opening the cardoor as he stepped inside.

He drove off.


I kissed Niall goodbye after he parked the car. Then I walked out of my car and into my block.

Walking up to third floor my eyes landed on a guy sitting in front of my door, it was Harry...

He had a hat over his face, and his arms were crossed, was he sleeping?

I sighed walking in front of him, kicking weakly on his legs he soon pulled his hat away from his face as he looked up at me.

"Move." I simply said as he smirked.

He stood up, not letting me unlock my door, "Nice to see you too."

I rolled my eyes trying to push him away but he didn't move, "You didn't reply my calls." He cocked an eyebrow.

"I was busy." I said again playing with my keys.

"I've got a job for you." He smirked.

"Really? Can we take that inside?" He moved as I unlocked the door and we both walked inside.

I took off my shoes, and so did he. We walked into the livingroom and sat down on the couch.

"You're gonna work for me." He claimed but I shook my head laughing sarcastically.

"No, find me a real job." I spoke as he shrugged his shoulders, "You get money working for me."

"What am I going to do?" I asked as he smirked.

"What maids are supposed to do." 

"I'm going to clean your house?" I furrowed my eyebrows as he nodded.

"I'm not doing that." I crossed my arms.

"I'm gicing you a good prize." He leaned back on the couch.

"How much?" I then asked as he made a thinking voice.

"25 pound a day." He replied, that's more than I earned in a week at the café.

"Deal." I said smiling.

"Friday, saturday and sunday. Aight?" He asked as I nodded.

"So, now that we're alone, in your apartment. With nothing to do." He smirked laying his head down on my lap.

"No." I shook my head and pushed him.

He fell down on the floor as I stood up, about to walk to th kitchen before he stood up and turned me around.

"What do I have to do, to make you kiss me." He asked stroking his hand on my cheek.

"We have slept together, that should be enough." I claimed as he placed his hands down on my waist.

"That was the drunk you, let me kiss the sober you." He spoke pulling me closer to him.

"I..." I hesitated before he placed his index finger on my lips.

He then moved his hand back on my waist looking deeply into my eyes. He had his charming smiled on his face.

I honestly had to admit that he was pretty hot. He started licking his lips, which again made me lick mine.

He came closer, slowly closing his eyes. I was about to say something before his lisp touched mine.

I didn't close my eyes, and I didn't actually kiss back, I tried to say something while he was kissing me, but when my mouth opened he probably thought it would be fine to put his tounge in my mouth.

I don't know why but I started kissing him back, I placed my hands around his neck as our tounges touched. What was happening?

We soon stopped kissing when it knocked on my door. I pulled myself back and shook my head. I looked up at Harry who was smiling.

I walked over to the door and opened, it was a boy there, with alot of muscles and tattoos, the arms of his shirt was ripped off.

But I knew him, he was Jaxon's older brother. And he looked angry. Fuck...

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