Enticing Charm

Olivia's P.O.V.

I woke up that morning feeling indifferent. The only thing that made me a little happy in the slightest was Harry next to me.... oh, wait. I roll over to an empty room. OK, never mind, I lied.

Where did he go? Why did he leave? Was he upset? Was he mad at me? When will he be back? My mind did its usual reeling. I sat up and frowned. He said he would stay with me? Why did he leave...

Oh yeah, because he's not being held captive by strangers and can do what pleases him.

With a huff I get up and get some fresh clothes, my bags of stuff from Harry and head to the shower, making sure to lock the door. Not that I thought he would come back to me...

I start the water and study my reflection as it warms up. My face is raw and my eyes tired and red, I'm embarrassed about being such a baby in front of him last night, I should apologize. I sigh, strip my clothes and shower. After which getting dressed in my dance spandex shorts and a T shirt again. No need to really dress up, I wasn't going anywhere.

Once done I cleaned my bathroom, arranging everything all neat and orderly. When I open the door a boy is sitting on my bed... but it's not Harry. It's Louis.

"Louis!" I say happily, rushing out. He smiles at my excitement and stands wrapping me in to a big hug when I reach him, which I must admit took me by surprise. I have never really been hugged by a guy, guy, besides Niall. I just wasn't a very desirable girl I guess. I stand there awkwardly for a moment before I regain my intelligence and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him back. We pull away a moment later and take a sea on my bed.

"Are you hungry? I brought your breakfast. How are you?" He asks with a pretty smile. I study his features, he was pleasantly attractive, just as Harry. He had longish light brown hair that he pushed back and to the side which stuck up in a few places but looked near to perfect. He had a lip piercing and small gauges and was covered in tattoos but they fit him well. His skin was smooth and clear and his smile and shoulders priceless.

"I haven't eaten in a while, but I feel too upset to eat." I sigh, leaning back against the wall.

"Well, I don't want to force you but you should try to keep your strength up." he says sympathetically. I nod in agreement and grab the tray of food and the remote, handing it to him he turns the TV on and I start eating my bowl of cereal. I really haven't eaten in days and I surprise myself in eating all of the food on the tray while Lou and I watch some strange show on MTV I have never seen.

"What is this?" I ask him, putting the tray to the side.

"MTV cribs." He gives me a look of unbelief and laughs lightly at my confusion. I shrug and turn back to the swanky flat. "So how has Harry been treating you?" He suddenly asks. I frown at the mention of his name.

"He has been nice, a little grouchy though.." I inform him and he laughs.

"Yeah, that's Harry for you." He chuckles and we continue with the show.

We watch TV for a long time, laughing and talking, it has to be the best day since being here by far. After a few programs we're both laying on our stomachs on the floor, shoulder to shoulder with pillows under our chests and the chains begin to rattle from outside the door... I jump up as the door flies open, Lou stay perched on the floor.

Harry walks in and instantly scowl at his friend.

My heart flutters at the sight of him. His torn up black jeans, grey T shirt that's loose on his torso but tight on his shoulders and arms, showing the tempting lines of his biceps. For some reason I imagine those strong arms wrapped around me. His messily perfect hair is pushed back, hiding his usual curls. I gulp as my tummy freaks out.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" He snaps. Oh boy, angry Harold has returned.

Louis snorts and gets up, tossing our pillows on to my bed.

"Visiting." He says as if it was written on his forehead to begin with. I raise my eyebrows at his tone towards his friend. "I'll see you later, Olivia." he smiles, ruffles my now dry hair and leaves, ignoring Harry's scowl. Once he's gone Harry slams the door and glares at me.

"What was that all about?" He snaps.

"What? Louis? I don't know, I got out of the shower and he was in here." I tell him in the best tone I can manage, being I'm still upset with him. He glares harder.

"He shouldn't of been in here." He scolds, crossing his arms, his muscles stretch under the thin cloth and I feel my knees tremble slightly. What is he doing to me?

"Well what did you expect me to do about it?" I ask in disbelief.

"Do you like him?" His face serious

"What?" I squint, not sure what he means.

"I asked if you liked him." He says again.

"Of course not! I barely know him!" I yell, holding my hands out in front of me in frustration.

"I just saw you, you were all over him!" He argues. And then I realize what hes doing with the little smirk on his lips. He's trying to get me worked up. I put my lips in a tight line and place my hands on my hips.

"You're either incredibly rude or just jealous and I see no point in arguing with you!" I say through gritted teeth. His face falls for a moment but he recovers with a mean laugh.

"Oh please, why the fuck would I be jealous of you and him? I have a thousand girls clawing at my front door as we speak. I have no reason to be jealous!" He smirks, leaning back against the door. The thought of him touching another girl some where in the immaculate house makes me frown and shifts my demeanor.

Would he hold them like he held me last night? Would his rough yet gentle fingers grip their skin tight like his did mine? I'm not sure why I cared so much but I did.

"Well, how unfortunate for them." I mumble,shake my head and retreat to me bed.

"You ate?"

"Yes." I snap. Not looking up at him.

"See I knew you liked him! You never ate anything I brought you!" He yells, standing over me. This boy was insane, I swear it.

"For your information. I ate because I was hungry not because he brought it. And if it had anything to do with him it would be the fact hes the only nice person I have met so far!" I hiss, glaring up at him, I find myself getting on my knees on the bed in front of where he stands. His very presence and heavenly mint smell makes my head whirl but I ignore it and glare at him.

"You don't think I'm nice?" He says softly, switching moods once again. I groan and face palm.

"I think you're nice. I also think you're rude." I rage my breath and look away from him. He chuckles lightly. "Why did you leave?" I hear myself saying. He shifts his weight under foot slightly, uncomfortable with the question.

"Because I needed to do some things." He clears his throat and avoids my eyes. Liar.

"Oh.." Is all I say though.

"Are you hungry again? I can go get you something to eat." he offers, I can tell it's his way of apologizing. I look back to his face. He has an amazing jaw bone that I can barely keep my hand from reaching out and stroking. But I have alternate motives.

"Can I come with?" I ask lightly, putting my puppy dog eyes on.

"No. Absolutely not." He says calmly looking to the side. I huff and stand up on the bed, forcing him to look at me, he smiles lightly up at me.

"And why not?"

"You can't leave, you know that." he says quietly, studying my face. His eyes trail down to my small and tight spandex, his Adams apple moves as he swallows. I blush and fidget, feeling awkward with his lengthy gaze at my legs and .. area.

"I know that, but I have been in this room for days. Why can't I just walk to the kitchen with you." I pout, feeling desperate to get out of here. He brings his bottom lip in to his mouth. I can't help but imagine what his lips feel like.... stop! Stop right now, Olivia! NO! I scold myself.

"I don't know..." He says quietly.

"Oh, please, Harry! I won't run off! I swear! Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to find the front door this place is huge!" I whine and drop to my knees on the bed again, taking his hand in my own I beg him relentlessly. I just want to get out of this room.

"It's not entirely you running off, I would just chase you. You aren't that fast. It's just that there are a few of my fathers friends around the house.... I don't want them to know you look like you do and are just upstairs." He says softly. Oh...

I realize that I should probably be nervous about these shady men under the same roof as me but something else sticks to my brain.

"Look like I do?" I ask softly, cocking my head. He swallows and a little flush crosses his cheeks and I giggle as he awkwardly looks for an explanation for his choice of words.

"Well you're hot. So... there." he finally snaps, making my giggling stop. I roll my eyes at his defienseive methods.

"I'll change!" I whimper. He frowns. "I'll put on jeans and a big sweater and won't look at anyone! Please, Harry? I have been in here for days! I just ant to take a little walk. I'll do anything, please!" I beg him relentlessly but I can tell I'm doing some convincing so I keep going. "I'm on my knees, I'll do anything, please?"

He cracks a smile and I blush.

"Wait, that came out wrong. I didn't mean -"

"Are you sure about that?" He chuckles and smile, his beautiful dimples pop. I blush like crazy and cover my face with my hands.

"Yes I am sure! I'm not that kind of girl!" I whine. It's silent for a moment and his large hands take a hold of my wrists, encircling them. His skin feels burning against mine.

"Are you sure?" he smirks with a raised eyebrow. I drop my jaw.

"Yes, I am sure!" I swat his arm.

"Well just in case, I'm more than willing to accept payment that way." My eyes bulge from my head and my jaw drops farther. He laughs an amazing laugh at my facials. "You better get dressed if you want to go." He advises between laughs.

"Wait, I can come?" I squeal and scramble to my feet next to him. He nods but his smile disapears a moment later.

"But you have to listen very carefully to ervything I'm about to tell you and you have to behave or I won't let you out anymore." He says, worry in his green eyes.

Notes

oh shiiit