Enticing Charm

The ringtone cuts through the room shrilly.

"Fucking A....." Harry hisses, screwing his eyes shut. I take a deep breathe and close my eyes.

This better be a really, really, important call.

He jumps off of me and rips his phone out of his pocket, I sit up stunned.

Was he really going to kiss me? Was I going to let him? Yes, who am I kidding?

"Yess?" Harry says incredibly sarcasm and irritable in to the phone, he stands in the middle of the room, glaring with everything he has at the wall.

Response.

"Are you fucking shitting me?"

Response

"I don't give a fuck, handle it."

Response. Harry rubs his hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. I stand up and he watches me longingly.

"Deal with it."

Response.

"Get your ass up here then." Harry screws his eyes shut and groans loudly in the phone.

Response.

"No. NO I'm really peachy right now." He snaps, I giggle at his sarcasm and his eyes flicker back to me for a moment. I faint smile draws on his lips as he listens to the response. "OK, thirty seconds." He snaps the phone closed and I hear footsteps coming down the hall.

But my eyes are trained on Harry.

His are dark, he swallows, furrows his brows and takes one step closer to me. I swallow and my throat feels dry and tight. Someone knocks but doesn't touch the chains. I look back to Harry, he's a foot away or so.

"H-harry.." I breathe as he steps right up to me, concentrating on my face.

"Shh." He hushes, his form is outstandingly immense and magnetic. His body doubles mine in thickness and his head is a good two and a half above mine.

One of his hands brushes against my jaw bone gently leaving a trail of heat, My eyes flutter and I barely lean in to his touch, he bows his head slightly while his other hand finds the back of my neck. I'm putty in his hands as his troubled eyes search mine. The hand on my jaw brushes my lips gently before he pulls our mouths together.

I swear there is nothing more beautiful and capsizing as Harry's touch.

And his kiss?

Music. Music to my body.

His lips are sweet and soft and the kiss is soft but says everything we could have hoped to say. Our lips move in sync gently, his hand goes to the small of my back and gently pulls me closer.

He gently pulls away. His eyes are a beautiful green and my head is spinning.

He smiles down at me lightly, steps away and very gently takes my chin in his hand.

"Be good, pigeon. I'll be back." And with that he turns and leaves, opening the door Louis and John stroll in. Harry leaves with out a word to them as I stand there trying to decipher is this is my favorite dream or my bitter sweet reality.

"Hey Liv." Louis said happily, closing the door behind the two of them. All I could do was stand there and gently touch my lips.

"Woah, earth to Olivia!" John teased, coming up to me and flicking my nose.

"Sorry." I blushed. "I'm going to take a shower, is that OK?" I ask quietly, going to the dresser. They nod and jump on my bed and turn the TV on. I gather my clothes and scurry to the bathroom. I can't help but giggle and smile like a little girl as I wash my hair and skin.

Once done I brush through my tangles hair, pull on a pair of darker, softer, skinny jeans, a cream cardigan and a tank top.

Once done I exit my bathroom after cleaning it of course and jump on the bed between the two boys.

"Where did Harry have to go?" I ask with a yawn. The boys look at each other.

"He had a meeting..." Meeting?

"With his fathers... gang, thing?" I ask, leaning my head back, eating the food they brought me, I turn my Head to John.

"Yeah.." He says. Not meeting my eyes.

"What about?" I ask quietly.

"I think he should tell you." John says with a light smile. "Don't worry." He adds a playful winks and points to the TV. "Woah, Lou. Look at her tits." John laughs, pointing to the screen where some girl dances on some rap music video. Lou comments suggestively and I roll my eyes and shake my head, allowing a small laugh.

-

Harry's gone for a long time. Like a long time. It's getting later in the day so I sigh and drop my head on John's shoulder.

The two boys and I have gotten well acquainted and I find them very charming and very nice and I'm glad they're around.

"Get off me, woman!" He teases, stabbing me in the rib with his finger while he laughs.

"Hey!" I whine, jabbing him back.

"Ouch!" He whines back in my same tone. I laugh and poke him again harder.

"Olivia, you better stop or Louis and I will poke the shit out of you!" He warns. I roll my eyes and snort.

"I am not afraid of either of you!" I giggle and stab him harder in the ribs harder, digging my fingers in circle, tickling him. He screams like a little girl as I bring both hands to him. He falls back and starts slapping my hands like a woman. "Say uncle!" I yell to him, tickling him while he screams like crazy.

"NO!" He yells, grabbing a pillow and bringing it to my face like he's going to smother me. I swat at him blindly while he shoves the pillow hard. I loose my balance and fall backwards on Louis's lap. John laughs wickedly and gets up, stabbing me in the ribs. I scream and swat at him as he tickles me.

"LOUIS SAVE ME!" I yell. He laughs and with one swift moment takes the pillow from John and cracks it in to the side of John's head who falls off the bed with a thump. We erupt in to a wave of laughter as John whines on the floor like a little kid. "Serves you right!" I point out, crawling out of Lou's laugh.

"Um, you started it!" He argues, standing up to adjust his Rolling Stones T shirt.

"Um, no. You poked me first!" I laugh as he joins me back on the bed. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"If you were a man I'd kick your ass, Liv. But I guess you're alright." He smirks, messing my hair before joining me on the bed.

"Hmm." I snicker.

-

The sun starts to set and we are all slumped on my bed with pillows under our heads, laying the long way on the bed, and I'm slowly drifting to sleep.

"Where is he?" I whine to Lou who's quote on quote, 'resting his eyes.'

"I dunno, go to sleep, he'll be here when you wake up." He mumbles, closing his eyes again. John is already sleeping, slightly tucked under the quilt, snoring away.

I didn't want to fall asleep though.. as much as I liked these boys as people.. I didn't know them that well... if you get what I'm getting at.

"I don't know..." I mumble grumpily, crossing my arms over my chest. Louis turns to me, opening his eyes, studying my body language before getting it.

"Olivia. Come off it, we would never try anything with you. Harry is insane and he is extra insane when it comes to you. He would kill us. Honestly, you don't have to be afraid with any of us. He wouldn't leave us alone with you if we were like that.." He says sadly, furrow in his brows. I instantly feel bad about it. I knew that...

"I know.. sorry. Sorry. I'm just weird I guess. Don't be mad at me." I say quietly... I need and crave friendship...

"I would never, now shut up I'm exhausted. You and John fight like women." he chuckles and I roll my eyes, crawling under the quilt and snuggling in to the pillow, I feel Lou's eyes watching me as I slowly let sleep over take me.

-

"Ouch, fuck." John groans and I hear someone kick a dresser on accident, waking me from sleep.

"Shut up she's sleeping." Lou hisses. I moan softly at the noise and snuggle deeper in to the pillow.

"Did she ask where I wen't?" Harry's voice sounds after my stirring stops.

"Yeah we told her you had a meeting. Expect a full questioning. She's quite nosy." John teases. Harry sighs softly, I open one of my eyes softly and see it's very early morning, the sun just coming up. He was gone all night and all day. I close my eyes, too tired to make my self known.

"Oh shove off. Why are you guys all sleeping?" Harry asks, I hear his voice get closer to the bed. Good, come snuggle me.

"Um, we're fucking exhausted and that bed is comfortable as shit and the damn women kept poking me." John laughs.

"Yeah she was going to wait up and I told her to go to bed." Lou says with a yawn.

"OK, well thanks I guess for watching her.

"No problem, we like her, she's cool." John says, his voice going farther away as him and Lou must be leaving. I hear Harry chuckle and then the door closes.

It's silent until I hear the bed dip. Someone crawls closer and lays down besides me, his arms ensnaring my waist, and drawing me to their chest. I sigh and furrow my brows.

"Harry?" I ask sleepily.

"Shh, go to bed, Dove." He hums, laying his head on mine, covering us with the quilt. I'm too tired to object so I snuggle in to his back deeper and do just that.

Pleased he's back here with me.

Notes

oohhh HAROLD'S GOT A CRRUUSSSHHHH

HEHE

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