Violet's POV


I looked up to see Niall Horan’s confused face.

*Violet’s POV*

“O-Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” I said backing away from Niall.

Niall stopped and stared at me, “Who are you?”

Damn. “Uh… Violet,” I said in a quiet voice.

Niall stared at me for a couple seconds. “Liam!” Niall shouted.

“No!” I harshly whispered to him.


“Hide me, I’ll explain later.”

I ducked into the kitchen and closed the door halfway. I heard Liam walk down from somewhere to Niall.

“What’s up?” Liam asked Niall and my heart fluttered.

“Uh… Where’d the food go?” Niall said.

I smacked hand against my forehead and hid my face.

“Uh, the kitchen,” Liam said, confused.

“Oh… Sorry, I got… uh, confused… and I’m… just going… to eat.”

The kitchen door opened up a couple more centimetres and Niall stumbled in. Backwards, might I add.

“I’m sorry but you’re going to have to leave. I’ll give you an autograph and-”

“No, Liam-” I tried to get out but Niall cut me off.

“Oh, you want Liam’s autograph? Come with me!” Niall grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the ground.

“No -No, Niall!” I said to him trying to pry off his large hand. But I failed and he pulled me into the lounge room.

Two people sat on individual couches.

Liam was one and the other was Zayn Malik.

“Liam, this girl wants your autograph. She got in somehow,” Niall let go of my wrist.

“What!?” Liam started to laugh. Adorably.

Zayn suddenly spoke up, “Liam, is this the girl you were trying to tell me about?”

Liam finally calmed himself down, “Yes. Zayn, Niall, this is Violet. She’s staying with me for now.”

What??? Since when was I staying with Liam? I glared at him but he didn’t look in my direction so I gave up.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me anything?” Niall said and stormed off to the kitchen. He was about to go through the door to his wonderland but he stopped and turned around.

“It’s because I’m Irish, isn’t it?!”

Zayn slowly nodded, “Yes, Niall. Yes it is.”

Niall gave Zayn a dirty look and turned back to the kitchen.

Liam looked at me, “Oh, Violet this is Zayn.”

Zayn stood up and I shook his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Zayn said, turning over my hand so he could kiss the back of my hand. What was with guys kissing my hands?

“Sorry about Niall,” Liam said, “Why are you up, I thought you went to sleep?”

“Uh…” I looked around, “I… couldn’t sleep… so I came down here to find you but I guess I went the wrong way, so… uh… yeah… kitchen.”

Liam gave me a kind smile, “Cool, do you just want to hang out with us then…”

I looked at Zayn, “Sure.”

I sat down next to Liam and he looked a bit uneasy.

Zayn’s phone rang.

“Oh, sorry… Do you mind if I take this?” Zayn said looking at Liam and me.

“Go ahead,” Liam said.

Zayn stood up and headed for the backyard, “Ello?”

Zayn left and an awkward silence hovered over me and Liam.

“So…” Liam said, unsure of what to say.

“So…” I repeated. I looked at him and we both laughed.

God, he has great laugh.

Another awkward silence. Great. Shout out to sarcasm.

I began to fiddle with my fingernails. A bad habit.

“Uh… So, Violet…”

Here we go again.

“Liam…” I started.


I almost slapped him. I wanted to get this over with. No interruptions.

“You said… before… that I was staying with you… Were you serious?” FINALLY!

“Um…” Liam looked around. What was so interesting with the floor?

“Only if you want to… I mean, like, I could drive you home, or…”

My heart sunk. Home.


He looked at me with curious eyes.

“I-I have no home! I ran away from Australia to Stanwell, on a plane, to find somewhere to live but I realised I had no money left from the plane. So, I lived on streets and sometimes at night I would stay at some randoms house and then last night I was walking ‘home’ and this guy grabbed me and took me to London. He put me in this apartment, stole my phone so I couldn’t call anyone and…”

I stopped.

“And here I am…”

I looked at Liam. He looked like he was choking on something. His eyes were beginning to get watery.

“I-I ran away from the man and that’s when you found me,” I said, putting on a small smile at the end of my sentence.

“Violet… I’m so sorry… I had no idea…” Liam managed to get out. He looked at me with his deep chocolate eyes.

“You don’t have to be sorry-”

“Yes, I do. I could’ve been nicer or-”

“Liam. You were perfect.”

Wait, did I really just say that. My cheeks began to burst with heat.

“I-I should just go, now.” I stood up, “I need to get back to… somewhere…”

I began to walk to the front door.

“Violet!” Liam jumped up from the couch and grabbed my hand.

“Where are you going?” He said. Just let me leave so I don’t have to look at his beautiful face again.

I stood there in silence.

“Violet… Don’t leave,” Liam whispered. My stomach began to do quadruple backflips.

“Why?” I said.

“What will you do?” Liam said.

I realised the floor really was interesting, “I don’t know. Go back to the streets…”


I looked up at Liam. He looked at me intently and leaned in and placed his lips on mine. My eyes fluttered closed and the kiss deepened. Fireworks exploded. Liam cupped my face in his hand. How come this seemed so natural?

“What the hell?”

Liam and I broke apart to see a gaping Niall.

“Vas happa-” Zayn strode into the room and stopped at the wide-mouthed Niall.

“What happened?” Zayn said, widening his eyes at Niall.

Niall snapped out of his trance, “Liam, can I see you for a moment?”

Niall practically sprinted out of the room. Liam followed Niall out and didn’t look at me.

Just me and Zayn.

“What happened?” Zayn repeated.

I blushed heavily again, “Er… We kissed…”

Zayn made a silent ‘O’.

“Why is Niall so upset?” I asked Zayn.

Zayn scratched the back of his head, “I don’t know actually.”

“Then why did you look so surprised when I said that Liam and I kissed?”

“Well…” The ground really was interesting to the boys.

“See, Liam got dumped by his girlfriend yesterday. She was the love of his life and he was all seriously depressed… And, I guess I’m just surprised on how happy he is now.”

“What do you mean ‘he’s happy now’?” Man, this boy was confusing.

“You. You made him happy… Somehow.”

I burst out laughing.

“Zayn! You are the funniest person I know!”

Zayn looked at me, “I’m being serious.”

I stopped laughing and I looked into his eyes, “No.”














Zayn and I stopped to see Louis and Harry walk through the front door.

“Sorry, Lou. YEAH!!!”





Harry had just grabbed Zayn by his hair.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Zayn yelled.

“I win.” I said, crossing my arms.

Zayn looked at me, “I mean ‘no’ as in my hair.”

“Sorry ‘bout it!” I shot back.

“Hey Vi! How are you?” Louis came up to me, draping his arm over my shoulder.

“You saw me, like, an hour ago.”

“And you passed out.”

“I’ve been pretty good.”

“That’s nice.”

Zayn stepped in, “They kissed.”

Louis looked like he had just been hit across the face, “Who? You? Liam?”

I looked down and nodded.

“Woah.” Louis said and fell down onto to the couch.

“Violet!” said an angry voice.

I turned around to see Niall storming over to me.