Enticing Charm

We all look up and see a middle aged man stride in with a smirk on his mouth. I swallow hard. Something immediately clicks in my under developed teenage brain. This man is sketchy. his eyes immediately mine and then fly to Harry.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He bellows. The boys sitting next to me shrink back at his voice but Harry stays strong.

"She needed a break. Not that it concerns you.'' Harry snaps back. I can tell by the way he grips the counter that he is trying to control his temper.

"Doesn't concern me? Who do you think you're talking to, you little prick!" He yells. This man is past psycho. His eyes flash back to mine and I lean my body behind John who leans his arm on the table in front of me, blocking his view of me.

"Concerning my father is your boss, I suggest you just fuck off." Harry says in a tone of fake politeness. The mans jaw drops.

"You think you can just hide behind you name, Styles. But one day daddy won't be here and I will. How will you hide then?" He hisses a menacing laugh and before Harry could reply he turned to me and winked. "I'll see you around." And those words haunt me to this day. His smirked at Harry's cowering friends and stormed out. The minute the door closed Harry reached for the frying pan and slammed it in to the ground.

"FUCK!" He screams, chucking the metal at the floor, breaking the silence with a huge crash. I jump and gasp, my hands flying to my lips.

"Styles it's OK. We'll handle it." John attempts to soothe his friend.

"YOU FUCKING KNOW HIM! I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN THIS S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Harry screams at me, pointing a finger he stabs it in my direction. My knees tremble at his harsh words.

"W-What?" I stammer. John's hand protectively lands on my knee and squeezes gently.

"Harry, come one. Relax." Louis says softly.

"YOU STAY THE FUCK YOU OF THIS! THIS IS ALL HER FUCKING FAULT. I NEVER SHOULD OF LISTENED. I NEVER SHOULD HAVE EVEN SAID ANYTHING THAT NIGHT, I SHOULD HAVE JUST LET THEM KIL -'' I gasp. I know exactly what he was going to say. My eyes prick with tears from his hateful words. I thought I could trust him and I was wrong. I can't trust any of these people. Harry freezes, instantly regretting his word choice. "Oh god, Olivia -" He starts but before he can finish I jump from my chair and bolt across the kitchen, avoiding John's and Louis's reaches for me. I run through the door we came from. I need an exit. I need to get out of here.

Hot tears blind my face. As I run, I hear the door swing behind me as Harry screams for me to stop and attempts to close the gab between us. I make a sharp left in to a long hallway and spot the staircase. I run like a weirdo, considering I was still cuffed.

"Olivia!'' He yells. Dang, he's getting closer. And right on cue his arms ensnare me and rip me back. I let out a strangled yelp as his arms make me body come to a sudden halt that knocks the wind out of my lungs. I squirm and kick at him, desperate for him to release me. "Stop!" He yells in a thin voice. I shake my head and squirm harder as he holds me tighter to his chest. "Stop or else!" He snaps. I release a groan of frustration as the tears keeping falling down my cheeks.

"Let me go!" I beg him, he was leaning down on to my back slightly so my feet stayed on the ground but he shakes his head and straightens his back, picking my feet off of the ground. I scream in frustration as he throws me over his shoulder and storms to the stairs. I continue to make things as difficult as they can be as he lugs me over his shoulder and back to my room. The tears slow down, I'm not crying because of his hurt words though. I'm crying because I'm mad.

Mad at myself.

Mad him.

Mad at the stranger.

Mad at the world for putting me in this situation.

Mad that I couldn't do a thing about it.

He's silent until we get to my door, unlocking it and kicking it open. He slams it closed before waking to my bed and carelessly throwing me off of him and on to the mattress.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN!" He screams. I cover my face with my hands and bite my palms, trying to release the emotions ripping through me. As he continues to scream and the tears continue to fall I grab my pillow and bury my face with it, screaming in to the feathers, kicking my feet like a child. "DON'T IGNORE ME!"

He crosses the room and rips the pillow away.

He was seriously making me lose my mind.

His face softens when he sees the tears but I don't want to deal with his mood swings. I get up hastily and shove his chest, making a bee line for the bathroom to barricade myself in but he's too quick again. He hand grabs my elbow and pulls me to the wall to the right of the bathroom door. He gently pushes my back to it and leans his hands on either side of my head.

"Please don't cry.." His voice is still thin and tired as his eyes bear in to mine. I hake my head and bite my lips, twisting my head to the side so he couldn't see my hurt face. It was so hard keeping up with him. One moment he's about to kiss me, the next he wishes he had let them kill me, the next he's trapping me in a corner asking about my feelings.

"Please. Get. Away. From. Me." I mumble through strangled lips, taking my hand up to wipe the ears that soak my cheeks.

"I did not mean what I said in the kitchen, please don't brush me off. I swear I didn't mean that!" He whines, taking my chin between his fingers, he gently pulls my face forward again.

"Then why? Why would you say something so terrible to me? What did I do to make you hate me Harry? Because I'm sorry for whatever it was! OK? I'm sorry." I whisper, shaking my head. Not wanting to look in to his eyes but finding myself not able to look away.

"I do not hate you. I could never! Please, Olivia. I don't hate you. I said it because was mad. And I was wrong and stupid and terrible. I'm terrible, awful person. Please just don't cry." He practically begs.

"You are a terrible person." I say grouchily, sniffing slightly. A thin and tired smile spreads on his lips.

"The worst. I'm a douche bag, I know." He says. I frown at his choice of language and that makes him smile even more. My knees are still trembling and my head feels light. I slowly slide down on my back and land on my ass. He kneels in front of me and watches me closely, studying my face. I wipe my eyes again and sniffle.

"Who was that, Harry? And do not lie to me." I say in a shaky voice. He takes a deep breath and his troubled eyes go down to his fingers in which he plays with.

"He is a very dangerous, very fucked up man." He says in a thick voice, not meeting my eyes. "He's in the gang.. of mafia.. or whatever the fuck this is. But he likes games. And I don't want you in those games. I don't want him kicking shit on you because he has a dick up his ass every time he sees me and my father." Harry says in a shaky voice. I would comment on his colorful language but nows not the time.

Should I be worried?

"Will this man try to hurt me?" I ask timidly. Harry swallows and meets my eyes.

"I don't know." he says quietly. I let out a shaky breath.

I look out my window as a few rain drops splash on the glass. With in minutes it starts pouring, hitting the glass and breaking our silent moment of thought.

I wish he would hold me.

I didn't like the distance between us. At all.

I wanted him to take care of me because he was now the only one that could.

Niall wasn't here. My parents weren't. It was me and him. And he may not be my first choice but I do believe loyalty lies between those dark green orbs. I have no other choice than to trust him, listen to him, and let him take care of me in his own stubborn way.

It's slightly darker in my room as mother nature rages on as we sit on the floor.

I glance over to him, he sits a few inches in front of me, leaning his arms on his bent up knees, rubbing bridge of his nose. I think deep down he cares for me more than he should.

I think dark down I felt the same way.

With out a sound, I get to my knees and crawl to him. His eyes snap open and he leans back on his hands slightly, his worried eyes never leaving mine. Removing the space, I kneel in front of him in between his split legs. He watches me carefully.

I wring my hands once before grabbing his shirt and gently pulling his chest up, he sits forward and his hands land on my hips, his thumbs gently moving on my skin. Mint and vanilla cloud my mind as our eyes are near inches a part.

I take my arms and wrap them around his neck, burying my face in to his neck. His hands go to my back and he pushes our chests together, I feel him sigh in contentment as our chests touch. His muscles feel perfect constricted around me. He drops his head in to my hair. The he pulls away for a moment to stand up and help me to my feet. He takes my hand gently and leads me to my bed. Sitting down and crawling back to the pillows. I copy his actions and we end up laying on our side facing each other, arms wrapped around each other gently, thumbs rubbing the others soft skin.

This feels right.

I realize I don't want him to let me go.

This feels like it was meant to be. And for once I'm not ashamed of my true feelings. I know we were meant to meet.

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