Enticing Charm

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep in the troubled boys arms. His smell and touch were my weakness and it thrilled me, excited me, and for that reason scarred me.

-

"Olivia!" I groan and shake my head. "Olivia, I need to get up." Harry hushes, I open my eyes to the bright room and groan again. Picking up my head slightly I see Harry's face and intense gaze. Sitting up a little farther I take note of the fact that I'm sprawled out on his chest, my arms around and under him, his hands placed firmly on my lower back above my butt.

"Sorry.." I blush and awkwardly sit up to only find myself sitting on his lower waist with my legs on either side of him. His eyes are round as he watches me. I blush again and quickly slide off of him. The tension... whatever type it may be.. is incredibly ridiculous.

"You apologize a lot." He says quietly and I shrug.

"Old habits die hard." I bretahe as he sits up next to me. His hair is messy from sleep.

"Are you OK? You know.. about what all happened?" He stammers.

Was I OK?

No one has ever touched me any where and my first time should have been with someone like Niall or Harry.. oh god. Harry? ... My mind wanders to his large hands running up my body. Feeling me. Holding me. My skin feels hot.

"Olivia?" I snap my head out of my day dream.

"Um, I'm OK I guess.. nothing hurts. I'm just a little upset it happened at all... I feel like he stole something from me." I admit. Why am I telling him this? I know his type, I know he has been with a lot of girls. So why should I talk about my sexual encounters with him?

"Well... if no ones touched you.. you're obviously a virgin." he says the V word like it tastes bad. "So you always have that! And he didn't touch you right on you, just through your clothes. It's not that big of a deal." He says as if he's deep in thought.

Not a big deal?

"Does it bother you that I'm a virgin? You say it like a bad thing. And how is that not a big deal? It's a big deal to me!" I say snippy, but only because I know I'm embarrassed for my .. lack of.... know how. He cocks his head and his ridiculous cocky smirk returns.

"No. I think it's a little strange... And it's just groping. People do it all the time. I've been feeling up girls since middle school." He scoffs.

Strange? Anger rises to my cheeks. The picture of him feeling up some ....chick on a random bed makes something burn in my tummy.

"How is saving myself for someone who cares strange? It's called knowing who you are and what you want! Not that you would know anything about that!" I bite.His eyes grow darker and his grimace returns.

"Being a stuck up prick doesn't have anything to do with being able to get laid or not. And what the fuck does that supposed to mean?" He snaps back. His tone cold and mean as his eyes bear in to my own.

"I am NOT a stuck up prick! Sorry I don't think any of the guys I've yet to meet are good enough to have all of me! And I know you're the type of girl that sleeps with girls and runs off with out a word!" I hiss, getting out of bed. I storm off to the bathroom but he jumps up and follows me, grabbing my elbow before I reach the door.

"Saying that every guy you know isn't good enough for you makes you stuck up! And the fact that your so called best friend Niall isn't even good enough for you even though he loves you makes you a prick!" He yells in my face. I rip my arm back but he doesn't loosen his grip. How dare he say these things to me!

"You are so incredibly rude and pompous and immature and mean! And Niall does not love me! Don't you dare pretend to know me or my family and friends because you don't and I'm going to make sure you never do!" I yell in his face.

"He doesn't love you? If he puts up with all of your insane bitching and doesn't get any ass from you ever then I'd call that love!" He laughs meanly and lets me go.

I don't hesitate for a second when I bring back my hand and strike his cheek.

"I despise you!" I hiss before turning away and slamming the bathroom door.

"You're such a little girl, open this fucking door!" He screams, knocking his fists on the wood violently. I steam in the bathroom. Ignoring his whining.

Niall did not love me! He did not! I mean sure he kissed me a few days before I was taken, but that.. that.... that was just a weird best friend in the moment thing. Could he really love me? No. No he did not or he would have told me.

Harry groans in frustration, slams another fist in to the door and then the sound stops. Replaced with footsteps to the door.


He's leaving? He can not leave! What if the man comes back? I fly to the bathroom door and rip it open, revealing my bedroom door slamming.

He left.

-

I have been curled up in to a ball for the past twenty minutes or so. Scarred out of my mind. How could he have left me? Why? Would he ever come back? Would he hold me tonight if he did?

Then the chains rattle.

I jump up and go to the bathroom, locking the door in case it's not Harry. The door opens and closes and I hear a set of voices. Silence....

"Open up, buttercup it's Lou and John!'' A hammering on the door makes me jump and let you a little yelp. I hear them chuckle and the TV turn on. Once I calm myself I open the door and come out to find them all smiles.

"We were sent to babysit you." John yawns. He's laying on my bed and Lou's on the floor. A tray of food on the dresser for me.

"Where did Harry go?"

"He needed to take care of some business." Lou informs me. Business? Something stirs in me again... That does not sound good....

"What kind?" I ask him as I take the tray and start eating on the floor next to Louis who smiles sweetly at me.

"Not sure, probably something with his dad." He shrugs.

Harry's P.O.V.

I slam the stupid fucking door just as her eyes appear through the bathroom. She is so fucking infuriating. Why the fuck couldn't she just drop it!? And who the fuck is that proud of being a virgin!?

Not that I wasn't glad she was....

But that's besides the point! She didn't have to be so damn stubborn!

But I guess it's alright... I really needed to talk to Kenneth. I make my way downstairs and with out knocking, and flipping off the gaurds outside of his office, I march in. Kenneth is in his desk and Tyler is in the chair in front of it.

That bastard.

Anger form his sick, fucked face, just sitting in front of me makes me want to rip his head off. Olivia's bruise and tears come to mind. How dare he touch her.

Even if it was through her clothes, it still meant something to her and for that reason it meant something to me. I played it off like it was no big deal because I didn't want her upset about it. When actually, I thought it was just as big of a deal...

With out a word I cross the room and deliver a solid right hook right in to his mouth. This fucking bastard? Touch MY Olivia? He collapses on to the ground out of the leather chair. Kenneth doesn't even look up.

"There you are son, I haven't seen you around. Please, sit."

"Do not. Call me son." I snap. He chuckles, Tyler slowly gets off the floor, his face bleeding. Good. Sick fuck. I sit regardless.

"What's the beef with Tyler?" He asks nonchalantly, putting his feet on his desk.

"He touched her. I want him to stay the fuck away from her. She doesn't deserve that." I say through gritted teeth. Kenneth doesn't say anything. Then Tyler grabs my hair and rips my head back, knocking me out of the chair. I growl like a fucking dog and get to my feet. His eyes are mad and wide, blood dripping from his mouth. He looks mad.

With out a word he charges at me, I deliver a good upper cut right before he hits me and he falls to the floor with a thud. Kenneth laughs. I glare at him. Tyler kicks my ankles and I fall to my knees. This fucker must want to die...

He scrambles up and punches me on the right side of the face making my vision blur. I groan and he grabs my collar, ripping me to my feet he throws me right across my fathers desk, all of his shit flies off as I slide across and slip off the other side. Tyler makes his way over to me as I try to get to my feet. He delivers three sharp gut shots to my ribs and I double over while Kenneth watches as his first man beats the shit out of his son.

Once he sets away I make no hesitation in grabbing the lamp still on the dresser and cracking him right in the side of his stupid fucking skull. It makes a thrilling cracking sound as he collapses.

I stand over him and kick him right in the side of his inner upper thigh with all of my strength.

"You stay the fuck out of her room, or next time I'll crack your fucking skull open on the cement." I scream down at him.

"Tyler, stay away from the girl. No more nonsense." Kenneth sighs. I shoot them both one more nasty glance and leave the office.

Bastards.

Notes

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