Enticing Charm

Olivia's P.O.V.

Louis, John and I lounge in my room until John clears his throat.

"So, Liv... Are you and Harry like... fucking now?"

"What? No! Of course not!" I stammer, my face instantly growing red.

"Are you sure because he does spend A LOT of time in here. Like he actually spent the night, he has never spent the whole night with a girl and not fucked her so... spill!" John chuckles.

Harry has never spent the night with a girl for no reason? I was his first? Pride and butterflies rush through me.

"No, we really aren't having... intercourse..." I say in a shaky breath. Lou smiles down at me. "I think he just likes spending time with me." I tell them honestly.

"Ooh, Harry's gotta crush!" John snickers, sitting up on my bed to look down. The thought of him having a crush on me makes me feel like I wan't to puke rainbows.

"I don't know... we had a fight this morning and, and, he's just mean to me sometimes." I say softly, playing with a thread on my cotton pajama shorts.

"Well Harry isn't exactly a big ball of cuddles and sunshine so don't feel bad about it. He's just a difficult dude. And what about?" Louis interjects.

"Well, I kind of figured that." I giggle. "And it was stupid.. just something I'm touchy about, I guess." I sigh.

"Well if it makes you -" The chains rattle from outside the door and our conversation is cut short when the door slowly opens, revealing Harry. "Harold we were just talking about you and -" I gasp and jump up.

Harry's face is red and bleeding on the right side and he's slightly hobbled over, clutching his stomach.

"Oh my god!" I breath, hurrying to his side. I put my hands on either of his hips and try to get him to lean on me for support. But instead he puts his hand on my stomach and pushes me a way with a glare that could have me dead.

"No." Is all he says in a thick voice. I take a step back, hurt that he won't let me help him but I swallow my complaints. Harry straightens up and steps from the doorway and faces his confused friends. "Out." He snaps. Lou and John are on their feet in an instant, scurrying to the door. They give me sad looks and I smile, reassuring them that I'm OK.

Once they're gone and the door is shut he groans and walks slowly to the bed and sits at the edge, not meeting my eyes.

"Harry, what happened?" I ask quietly, going and standing in front of him.

"Nothing." he snaps. I frown and stand closer. He's leaning forward on his knees with his head down but when I come closer he looks up at me.

"Please don't be like this." I whisper. When he doesn't answer and doesn't look back at me. I get to my knees in front of him, slightly in between his legs and but my hands on his knees. "Harry, talk to me." I say a little more assertively. He looks back up at me with pained eyes, his hands go to my sides slowly and it sends shivers down my spine.

"I... I got in a fight." I he says softly. My eyebrows knit together when he doesn't say anything else.

"With?" I press.

"Tyler..."

"Who's Tyler?"

"The one who... touched you." He says with a sigh, his minty breath blows on my face and I have to wait a minute before I can talk again.

"What happened?" I ask him softly. This man hurt my Harry? If I ever met him... it would be a bad day for this Tyler character. Instead of responding Harry slides back on the bed and motions for me to join him. I get up and do as he instructs. He leans back on the pillow and Headboard and I kneel next to him.

"I told him to stay away from you. And my father told him too, so he will. I just had to make sure you were safe." He says flatly, starring ahead. A wave of relief washes over me.

"Oh, Harry.... thank you." I breathe. He shrugs and lays a hand on his gut. With out another word I get off of the bed and hurry to the bathroom, getting a towel I get the end wet with cold water and hurry back to Harry who is leaning his bed back with his eyes closed. He looks peaceful, his green orbs hidden. His fresh black T shirt clings to him wonderfully as well as another pair of tighter black jeans. His mop of curls is forward on his head and his cheek is now bruising and bleeding. I go to him and kneel closer to him but he doesn't open his eyes.

Slowly I take the towel and bring it to his cheek, he winces and his hand lands on my thigh, squeezing it to buffer the pain. His touch literally takes my breath away and I'm forced to suppress shivers before continuing to clean the wound.

I dab the blood away and inspect the thin slice the impact made, it doesn't need stitches and doesn't look too serious but I still worry. My eyes flicker to his and I find he has been starring at me intensely. I'm still mad about our fight, but I don't want to fight with him right now.

I pull the towel from his now clean face and then look down at his stomach, his hand is stll gripping it lightly.

"Move your hand.." I instruct him. He smirks.

"Bossy.." he teases me, poking me lightly in the rib. I roll my eyes but smile and take the hem of my shirt in my hands and pull his shirt up revealing his.. amazingly, perfect, muscle tone. I was about to say something but completely spaced as I glance down at his physique. His skin is tan and the tattoos loom for my attention. I swallow down my hormonal, teenage, lust and look over to the bruise forming on his right side.

"Does it hurt bad?" I ask him quietly. He shakes his head no. The memory of him kissing my bruises comes to mind. Would he like that? I scoot closer to him and he watches me closely and curiously. I bite my lip so his eyes switch to my mouth as I slowly lean in to him.

He stops breathing and bites his lip as I slowly bring my lips to his cheek. He doesn't wince but gasps as I trail my lips down his cheek, gently pecking his face. His hands ensnare my waist as i trail my lips down his jaw bone. His skin is incredibly soft and smells like him. It fogs my mind and after I peck his cheek I find my lips sliding down to his neck. He moans lightly as I peck down his neck.

"Olivia..." he murmurs. I blush softly and pull my head back before sliding down to lay my head on his abs. A strangle gargle comes from his throat as I gently kiss down his golden skin. His right hand goes to my hip while the other softly goes to my hair, holding it gently.

His skin feels hot to the touch and I know mine does too. I take a deep breath, appreciating the scent before slowly picking my head up.

"All better?" I ask him softly, kneeling next to him. His breathing is slow and hard and his eyes are swimming.

He nods once slowly, trying to catch his breath. Did I have that effect on him? Why did I do that? Should I have done that? I bit my lip and pulls his shirt down.

"Harry, why did you say those mean things to me today?" I ask him softly, looking down to the mattress. He sighs and rubs his face.

"Olivia... I was mad." He says softly.

"Well you made me mad..." I wait for an answer but he doesn't seem to have one. "You might not think sex is something, but it means a lot to me. I think all kinds of touching and kissing should mean something... And if you think that makes me a prick then I don't know what to say to you. But it makes me sad you think of me that way.." I whimper. He quickly sits up and wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on the mattress and I don't fight him. He softly pins my shoulders done and I struggle to breathe as he hovers himself over me.

"Shh. Hey, I don't think you're a prick. I don't I swear. And I'm sorry I said that. I was upset and mad. Please don't be mad at me." He says with furrowed brows.

"I'm not mad." I says breathy. My head feels like it's in the clouds with his chest on mine.

"And to me... it doesn't mean anything. But sometimes I can't help but wonder if that's just because I haven't found someone to make it special with." He says, a hint of something sad in his voice.

I don't say anything/

Just stare up in to those beautiful green eyes.

I want him to kiss me.

No.

I need him to kiss me.

Right now I'm no where but with him, under him.

Right now I don't feel anything but his touch and that's all I want.

All I need.

I need him.

I need Harry.

In my life, next to me, with me, I just need him.

he's not bad for me.

He's good for me. And I feel foolish for not realizing it sooner.

He makes me strong and he makes me feel thing I have never felt before.

And I swear deep down.. he needs me too.

His eyes are as green as I have ever seen them and he slowly takes his hand and brushes it under my jaw, leaving a line of heat on my flushed skin.

He leans down slowly, too slowly, he's going to kiss me.....

And then?

Then his phone rings.

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