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Chapter 6- Faking It

Warnings: Sexually explicit content (fake sex, dirty talk, oral sex [male receiving], slut shaming?)

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Violet reached for Shawn's hand, resting it on her hip.

"Act like you like me," she said to him.

"That won't be difficult," he said, a smirk gracing his features.

Niall had walked away, not wanting to be a part of the absolute shit show that he knew was about to go down.

"Are you okay with me using you like this?" Violet asked, looking up at Shawn with concern.

"I'm happy to get back at Harry, he needs to be put in his place sometimes," he replied.

Violet inhaled, trying to calm herself. What was Harry doing to her?

She stood on her toes, reaching up to kiss Shawn.

The kiss was nothing like what she had with Harry. It wasn't passionate or fiery. It was good, but it was boring.

Shawn's hands trailed down her hips toward her ass, giving it a squeeze.

Violet broke the kiss, keeping a smile on her face.

"Hands off, buddy," she warned through her fake smile. They might be trying to make Harry jealous, but this wasn't a free pass for Shawn to get handsy with her.

She gave Shawn one more kiss before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Let's take this somewhere else," she said in a sultry tone.

He smirked and reached for her hand, leading her out of the living room. He took her to the guest bedroom, which was toward the back of the house. He shut the door before pressing her up against it.

"Harry was watching, he'll probably be following behind us here in a few seconds," Shawn whispered, looking down at Violet. "Any ideas for how you want this to go?"

"Do you have a condom, handsome?" she asked, definitely loud enough for Harry to hear from outside the door.

"Of course I do," he replied, sounding smug.

"Well, I don't think we'll need it," she said, trying to sound as flirty as possible.

"That's hot," he replied, sounding genuine.

"Must I remind you that this is all fake?" Violet whispered in a scolding tone.

"You want it against this door, baby?" Shawn asked, purposely thumping his knee into the door.

"Please," she moaned back, knocking her head back to bump into the door.

"Your wish is my command," he replied, rustling around with his clothing as loudly as possible.

Violet breathed as loudly as she could, moaning every now and then to try to sound convincing.

"Feel good, babe?" Shawn asked, attempting to sound breathless.

"Yes," she said in a breathy voice. "More please."

Violet and Shawn made eye contact, and it took all of their restraint not to burst out in laughter. They knew they were being childish, but this situation was impossible to not laugh at.

"So tight, baby," Shawn said, his voice sounding strained.

Violet choked back a giggle, biting the back of her hand to stop herself. Now Shawn was just being ridiculous.

"Oh God, harder, baby," Violet moaned dramatically.

She felt like she was in high school again laughing about sex jokes.

"Mmmm, you did such a good job," Shawn complimented, giving one final thump against the door. "Do you think that did the trick?" he whispered.

"Yeah, I think so," she replied. "Thanks."

"I can't believe you talked me into this," he laughed, shaking his head.

Violet smiled at him before heading into the bathroom connected to the guest room, checking over her appearance before going back out to the party.

Shawn leaned against the door frame.

"I need to mess up my hair a little, don't you think?" Violet asked, peering at Shawn through the mirror.

"Here, let me help," he offered, reaching over and disheveling her hair.

She laughed as he wildly flopped her hair around. She might have just done something really petty, but at least her and Shawn were able to laugh about it.

"Ready to head back?" he asked, turning back toward the bedroom door.

"Sure," she said, reaching to hold his hand as they walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as they were back in the living room, Violet could feel Harry's icy glare on her. She smiled to herself. Mission accomplished.

Shawn turned to her.

"I'm going to go grab a drink," he said. "I'll be right back."

She nodded, then he turned to head for the kitchen. She looked across the room to where she had seen Harry only a few moments ago, but he was gone.

"We need t'talk," Harry said from behind her, gripping her arm.

Violet turned to him, giving him an innocent smile.

"Sure," she said, following behind him as he led her to the bathroom.

He closed the door behind them, letting out a frustrated sigh. Violet leaned against the sink, waiting for Harry to speak.

"You are unbelievable," he finally said, his voice sounding angry.

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"You fucked Shawn in my house," he said, his voice raising in volume.

"So?" she said, still casually leaning back against the sink pretending to be unphased. "You said that you had other girls. Am I not allowed to have other guys?"

Harry balled his hands into fists.

"Y'don't understand," he said, looking down at the floor.

"What do I not understand, Harry?" she asked, her voice becoming sour.

"I would never fuck your friend," he replied, staring at her with unforgiving eyes.

"Yeah, because Miya is a lesbian," she said, chuckling.

"You get my point," he said, frustrated.

"No, I don't actually," she said, copping an attitude. "You never outlined the parameters of whatever we have going on here. You never said that anyone was off limits."

Harry shook his head and turned away from her.

"Such a fucking slut," he muttered to himself.

Violet's eyes narrowed in anger.

"What did you just call me?" she asked, pushing herself off of the sink to close the distance between them.

Harry turned back to her.

"I called you a slut," he said, sounding unashamed.

Violet pushed his shoulders, shoving him back against the door.

"Don't ever say that to me," she said, her face only centimeters from his.

Harry smirked before digging his fingers into her hips, pulling her to him. He kissed her hard, biting down on her bottom lip just hard enough to avoid drawing blood.

Violet kissed him back, grabbing onto his collar as she pulled him closer to her. His hands made their way down to her ass, cupping it as he pressed her further into him.

They kissed viciously, teeth and tongues tangling with each other. Violet reached for Harry's belt, pulling away for a second to get his permission.

"I'm going to suck your dick," she said matter-of-factly.

"Please do," Harry replied, a smug grin creeping onto his lips.

Violet kissed him again, undoing his belt in the process. She unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees.

She pulled his slacks down to his ankles, coming face to face with his gray boxer briefs. His already hard dick had created a tent in his boxers, and Violet silently commended herself for getting him there.

She ran her hands up his thighs before kissing his member over the fabric of his underwear. He choked out a groan, begging her for more.

Violet dipped one hand into the front of his boxers, reaching in to take ahold of his hard dick. She smirked up at him before pulling his boxers down, finally revealing himself to her.

He was big. Violet wasn't confident that she would be able to take all of him in her mouth, but she would definitely try.

She began to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way his face contorted with pleasure. She picked up her pace, now daring to dart out her tongue to tease his tip.

Harry bit down on his lip, trying to stifle another moan. Violet had barely even touched him and he was already wound up.

She took him into her mouth, suckling on his tip as she continued to pump him with her hand. His hand found its way to her hair, pulling her further onto his dick. Harry was growing impatient.

Violet held in a chuckle, relishing in the way that she was able to make him squirm.

She took in more of him, fitting almost all of him into her mouth before she gagged. This didn't stop her, and she sucked on him with full force, playing with his balls with her free hand.

"Fuck, darling, just like that," Harry said, his voice deep and lustful.

She continued at a brutal pace, her eyes beginning to water as she forced more of him down her throat. Violet looked up at him, hoping to capture his expression.

His eyes met hers, and he gave her a satisfied grin before groaning again.

"God Violet, so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth," he said, his words breathy and strained.

Moisture pooled in Violet's panties at Harry's words. He was too good with those words.

She had finally fit the rest of him in her mouth, and his fingers dug into her scalp.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he warned her, attempting to pull himself out of her mouth.

She stopped him, pushing his hips further against the door as she sucked him. Her aggression sent him over the edge, and he came in her mouth. When he was finished, he looked down at her in awe. She had swallowed every last drop, and a satisfied smile found its way to her face.

Violet helped him get dressed before standing up, placing a light kiss right on the end of Harry's nose. He pulled her in, kissing her lips to show his appreciation.

"Was that good?" Violet mumbled into his lips.

"Good?" he replied. "Good doesn't even cover it."

He kissed her again, reveling in the softness of her lips.

"We should probably get back before anyone realizes that we're gone," she said, pulling away to reach for the door handle.

"S'okay, I want everyone to know that I was with a gorgeous girl like you," Harry said, gripping onto her hips to give her a final kiss on the neck.

They went back into the living room, and it seemed like every pair of eyes landed on Harry and Violet. Violet felt a blush beginning to form on her face, and she hustled into the kitchen to avoid the attention, leaving Harry behind.

She found Niall and Shawn in there, leaning against the counters as they conversed. They noticed her enter and waved her over.

"So?" Shawn asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"I think it worked," Violet replied, letting out a small giggle.

"This feels like the plot of a toxic romcom," Niall said, shaking his head in disappointment.

Violet laughed, reaching over to pour herself another drink.

"But I got what I wanted, didn't I?" she said before taking a sip from her cup.

"What exactly did you get?" Niall asked, tilting his head toward her to shoot her a questioning glance.

"I'll let Harry tell you," she said, poking him in the chest.

"Did you really fuck the Harry Styles?" Shawn asked sarcastically. "You're living the dream."

"We didn't go that far," Violet said before playfully punching him in the arm. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

They laughed for a moment before a comfortable silence rested over the room. Violet was glad to have Shawn and Niall. They made it much easier to deal with Harry's mood swings and fear of commitment.

"Hey V, do you think my moans were convincing?" Shawn asked playfully, breaking the silence. "Here Niall, let me demonstrate for you."

Shawn moaned dramatically, pulling Niall to him to moan in his ear.

Violet doubled over in laughter while Niall pushed Shawn away.

She was definitely thankful for her boys.

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Chapter 5- Skimpy

Warnings: Sexually suggestive content (kissing, discussion of sex)

Words: 2k

Violet stood in her cramped bathroom, putting the final touches on her makeup. Harry had invited her to a party at his house tonight.

They hadn't seen each other since last weekend when they went further than ever before, and Violet was worried that he was beginning to regret what had occurred between them.

They had texted during the week, keeping the topic solely on the album cover. Violet didn't know how to approach the subject of the sexual encounter that they had had on his couch.

Miya leaned on the doorway, a sound of approval leaving her lips when she took in Violet's appearance. The white dress she wore hugged her hips in just the right way, and the hem stopped at the perfect length, short but not too short.

"If Harry doesn't fuck you tonight, then I will," she joked, winking at Violet who was staring at her in the mirror.

Violet chuckled before becoming serious.

"I'm beginning to think that what we did last weekend was a mistake," she confessed, bracing her hands on the sides of the countertop in front of her.

Miya furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Do you regret it?" Miya asked, concern lacing her voice.

"No, but I think he does," Violet replied, her voice sounding shy.

Miya entered the bathroom, grabbing Violet by the shoulders to turn her so they could be face to face.

"No man should ever regret anything that they are privileged enough to do with you," Miya said, her gaze intense. "Go to that party and absolutely own it. If he doesn't want to get with you, I'm sure one of his friends will. Make him jealous. He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on."

Violet merely shrugged at Miya's little pep talk. She didn't want to hook up with anyone else.

"You look absolutely stunning," Miya complimented. "None of those rich bitches will ever be able to compete with you."

Violet smiled, appreciating Miya's words. She reached out to hug her, something that they didn't do very often. Neither of them were affectionate by nature.

"Thank you, Mi," Violet said into the crook of Miya's neck. "I'm going to wrangle a man tonight."

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Harry leaned against his kitchen island casually, enjoying the last few moments of peace before the guests began to arrive. Niall sat on top of one of the kitchen counters, already sipping from a plastic cup filled with God knows what.

"Did you invite Violet?" Niall asked, looking down into his cup.

"'Course I did," Harry replied, not even bothering to meet Niall's eye.

"Good," Niall said. "It's good for her to get acclimated to these kinds of things. She'll have to get used to celebrities if you really want to be with her."

Harry's head shot up, and he sent Niall a bewildered.

"I never said I wanted t’be with her," Harry said, his tone sounding accusatory. "She's pretty. And she’s probably good in bed. Y’know how I feel about dating."

"If she's just a good fuck, you wouldn't have invited her tonight. And you would've sealed the deal by now," Niall said, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

"Didn't want t'scare her off," Harry said, turning away from Niall.

"Mate, you know she would have given you anything you wanted," Niall said, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "You're taking it slow because you care for her."

"I'm taking it slow because she's making my album cover. Y’don’t have to read into everything, you git," Harry said, sounded disinterested.

"So you wouldn't mind if someone else got with her?" Niall asked, lowering himself off of the counter.

"'Course not," Harry lied.

Of course he would mind. Violet was his. Harry has never been particularly fond of sharing.

"Sure," Niall replied, clearly not believing Harry's words.

Harry was saved from further awkward conversation when there was a knock at the door, signaling that the first guests had arrived.

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Violet parked the car she shared with Miya on Harry's road, taking a deep breath before heading toward his house. She decided to come an hour after the party had started, hoping that she could slip in somewhat unnoticed.

She knocked on the door, standing in the breezy night air in her skimpy dress. Niall opened the door, his expression widening into a smile.

"Good to see you, Violet," he said. "Come in."

She stepped inside and took in the sight. There were only a few dozen people. It wasn't exactly the raging party that she had expected.

"You look lovely," Niall complimented, leading her toward the kitchen to get her a drink.

"Thank you," she replied, straining her neck to look for Harry.

"Harry's upstairs," Niall said, noticing her actions. "He had to take a phone call from his producer."

"Oh," she said quietly, taking the cup from Niall.

She took a swig, fighting back the grimace that was attempting to form on her face. Whatever was in this drink, it was strong. But Violet would probably need it for some extra courage.

"Harry told me," Niall blurted out, turning his face towards Violet.

"Oh," Violet said again. This time, a blush crept up her cheeks.

She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Either Harry had gushed about his experience, or he had talked about her like she was just another one of his conquests.

"I don't mean to embarrass you," Niall said, a sympathetic look on his face.

"No, it's fine," Violet replied, trying to fight the awkwardness of this conversation.

"Harry can be really cold sometimes," Niall said. "Don't let that scare you off. I know he refuses to say it, but I think he really likes you. Don't give up on him."

Violet's eyebrows knit together in confusion. Why was Niall telling her all of this?

"I think you're good for him," Niall said, almost as if he had read her mind. "You make him laugh. He needs someone that can take some of the stress out of his life."

Violet nodded in understanding. She was about to reply to Niall when Harry came into the kitchen, hair looking disheveled.

Harry looked up, noticing the pair in the kitchen. He cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"I was just telling Violet how heavenly she looks," Niall said, winking at Violet. “Doesn’t she look like an angel in this dress?”

She grinned at Niall, knowing that he was only trying to tease Harry.

Harry raised his eyebrows, hinting at Niall to leave them alone. Niall took the cue.

"Well, I better be off," he said casually before planting a light kiss on Violet's cheek. "It's always a pleasure, Violet."

Harry glared at him. Niall shot back a devilish grin, knowing that his flirtations with Violet were getting under Harry's skin.

As soon as Niall was gone, Harry rounded the island to stand next to Violet.

"M'glad you came," he said, grabbing a cup and filling it with the mystery liquid.

"Yeah," she replied quietly. "What was that phone call about?"

Harry let out a sigh, obviously stressed.

"S'just my producer," he said, leaning back against the island. "I've had writers block and haven't been able to get any more songs done."

"Oh, that really sucks," Violet replied, turning her body to face him. She didn’t really know what else to say.

"Yeah, it does," he chuckled.

Violet put her cup down on the island. She paused for a moment to think about her actions, but forced herself to just go for it.

She reached out to tame his messy hair. Their eyes met, and Violet felt the ever familiar blush creeping up her cheeks.

Harry's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her in for a kiss.

This kiss was different. Their other kisses had been needy, but this one was tender and loving.

Harry pulled away all too soon.

"Will you stay after the party?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.

A small smile crossed Violet's lips.

"Of course," she replied, standing on her toes to give him one more kiss.

They pulled apart, smiling at each other.

"I should really be getting back," he said, taking his cup and heading for the living room.

She watched as he disappeared into the next room. She sighed, feeling content. Maybe he did like her after all.

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An hour had passed, and the party was still going at full speed. Harry was making his rounds, talking to all of the guests. Violet busied herself by talking with Niall and Shawn.

She liked Harry's friends. They were all great guys, and she felt comfortable with them. Even if her and Harry didn't work out, she knew that she would still have a friend in Niall and Shawn.

"Are all of Harry's parties usually this small?" she asked, looking around the living room.

"Pretty much," Niall replied. "He was into bigger parties when we were younger. We've all become much more tame since then."

Violet's eyes followed Harry wherever he went. He looked at ease, which is something that she wasn't able to witness very frequently. She smiled to herself, thinking about their plans for later.

She watched as he approached two girls clad in designer dresses. Their giggles were loud enough to be heard from across the room. Violet rolled her eyes.

"You probably won't see most of these people ever again," Shawn said, directing his words at Violet. "Harry always invites the same few key friends, and the rest of the party is a mixed bag. People almost never get invited twice."

Violet cocked her head to the side in curiosity.

"Are you trying to tell me that I won't be invited back?" Violet teased, smirking at Shawn.

"Of course he'll invite you to another one," Shawn said. "I just meant that you shouldn't worry about getting familiar with anyone that you haven't already met."

Violet grinned, proud that she would likely be considered to be in the group of Harry's close friends.

Her gaze shifted back to Harry. One of the girls was attached to his arm, whispering something into his ear. Jealousy bubbled up in Violet's stomach, but she fought to suppress it.

Harry pulled back to look at the girl, giving her one of his seductive smirks. His hand landed on her hip, pulling her in for a kiss.

Violet couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped her lips. Shawn and Niall turned to her in confusion. They followed her gaze to Harry, who was still kissing the girl.

Violet turned to face Niall and Shawn, absolutely speechless. They looked down at her, and she could feel the sympathy radiating off of them.

"But..but he..." Violet stammered, trying to collect her thoughts.

Niall pulled her to his chest. This surprised Violet, and she looked up at him in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Violet," Niall said, sounding truly apologetic. "Harry can be a bit of an arse sometimes."

"He asked me to...." Violet trailed off, her words muffled by Niall's chest.

Niall was still holding Violet to his chest when he shot a glare at Harry from across the room. He felt so protective over Violet, and he knew that Harry was trying to backpedal from any feelings he had for her. What an arse.

Violet pulled herself away from Niall, a new fire ignited in her eyes. The two boys looked at her with confusion, unsure of her next move. She looked at Shawn.

"I need you to do me a favor," she said, her voice cold.

"Anything," Shawn replied, hoping to soothe her.

"I need you to ‘fuck’ me," she said, using her fingers as air quotes.

"What?" both boys exclaimed at the same time, looking at Violet like she was insane.

"Harry hates when you flirt with me," she said to Shawn. "I'm just playing ball. I have to get him back."

"You don't have to go that far," Shawn said, sounding mildly alarmed.

"Not actually fuck me," she said, flicking his arm. “Just take me into a room, we bang around and moan a little, and he’ll get the idea.”

"This sounds like some American high school movie bullshit," Niall chimed in, shaking his head in disbelief.

"All I need is to make him jealous. If he can be with other girls, then he should be fine with me being with another guy," she explained.

She looked at Shawn, who was still weighing his options.

"Fine," he finally said. "But if Harry kills me, you're paying for my funeral."

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