Enticing Charm

Harry's P.O.V.

I kissed her. I literally fucking put my mouth on hers. And she didn't even pull away... She kissed me and it was the best kiss of my life.

I wish I could have stayed in there with her, in the tiny room in which was my break from reality and her personal hell.

I sighed happily, savoring the taste of her lips on my mouth as I made my way to the conference room, they wouldn't start with out me but I would get shit for taking so damn long. I slam the doors open and march in.

I was younger than everyone of these fuckers but I was more important then all of them and they fucking knew it. Kenneth sat at the head of the table, the chair to the right of him empty.

"Ah, Harry, just in time. Take a seat." He gestures. I take a seat and put my feet up on the table. Tyler sits a cross from me, his face is shit fucked. I smirk and give him a little wave. Haha, little man baby.

"Why the hell am I here. I was busy." I snap at Kenneth (and Kenneth is the gang leader and harry's dad in case you didn't catch on.)

"The police are searching the woods next to the house for the Olivia girl. Then they're getting search warrants for houses around here." He informs me.

Fuck.

"Well, she isn't in the woods so we don't need to worry about that." I argue back with him. Meetings always went like this.

"But. The problem being, there are two other people... ahem.. situated in the woods." I think back to the guys we buried back there. It was far from our house but forensics were forensics. Something could lead back here. The men that were killed, two of many, were the ones Olivia saw get shot. I grimace.

"Olivia wen't missing that day. If their bodies are found, they'll know they died that many days ago. That would connect the two way too easily. And if one of these fucktards left the slightest trail it would lead them right here." I point to Tyler on the fucktard part, being he's one of the men that ditched the bodies.

Kenneth huffs and spins in his chair, thinking it over.

"I really don't feel like going to prison for murder and kidnapping so here's the deal. Harold, Tyler, and Wallace will go get the bodies and dispose of them else where."

The fuck..?

"Like hell." I spit, slamming my fist down on the table. Kenneth glares down at me, his face nothing but rage but he conceals it well. With a sigh he lazily stands up and goes behind my chair, putting his hands on my shoulders, digging hard in to my muscles.

"Here's the deal, son. I'm not FUCKING ASKING!" He yells in my ear like a fucking crazy person on the last part. I sigh and shake my head.

It was a terrible, terrible, idea.

"Do you honestly think I'm hauling ass in to the woods, digging up two dead guys that you did not need to kill, and bring their rotting ass corpse some where else in my car?" I ask really slowly as he sits back down.

"Yes.''

I groan and rub my face.

"Have your bitch do it!" I argue, motioning to Tyler who turns red with anger.

"You're a lot smarter than Tyler. I need you to do it. You know why? Because if they find her, your name will be the first one she spills. You're the one with her all day and night. Which is stupid as fuck!" He snaps. I roll my eyes. Olivia wouldn't turn me over. Would she?

"FINE! FUCKING CHRIST!" I yell, leaning back in my chair dramatically. "But I wan't James to come too! And I'm not digging anything!"

"Deal."

What the hell am I about to do?

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Wallace, Tyler, James (Louis's dad.) and I get in my an extra black SUV no one really drives and hit the back road behind the house. Driving a few miles, Tyler directs me to stop. I put it in park, turn the brights on and we get out of the car with the tarps, shovels, masks,and gloves.

This is so fucking ridiculous.

Tyler leads the way. Soon we wind up cold as shit in the middle of the damn forest and we stop at a bare patch in a clearing.

"You put them in the middle of a damn clearing?" I scrutinize. Damn. So dumb. Tyler doesn't answer, instead the three men grab the shovels and start digging while I put the tarp out next to the whole.

A good hour later they break surface on the bodies.

The stench. The fucking stench.

We all instantly gag and jump back.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP!" I hiss, wanting to be done with this.

After Wallace pukes, Tyler and him get in the hole and throw them over the edge. I don't look.

When the two bodies are on the tarp, James wraps them up and secures it with a few ropes while Tyler and Wallace fill the hole.

While I make dickish comments the whole time to Tyler.

Once the dirty work is done, we cover the whole, check thoroughly for remnants and then they haul they tarp back to the car as I scrape our foot prints away behind us.

Once done, I open the back and the throw it in, the old men panting and cursing. I roll my eyes and get in the drivers seat.

I drove and drove and you know what else, fucking drove. I glanced at the clock. I didn't want to have to explain to Olivia what I have been up to. With A sigh and three hours of driving later, we Finally arrives in the ass crack of no where. After digging a new whole that was not in a clearing, we dropped the bodies, covered it, and wiped our prints away and drove all the way back to town.

By the time I got back home the sun was about to rise and I was fucking exhausted. I trudged to my room and took a hot shower, scrubbing the filth and yes, even gilt off of me before going back up to her room.

Lily's P.O.V.

I wake in the morning with Harry still spooning, his grip tight on me, his legs intertwined with mine, his face buried in to my hair. I smile when I hear his light snoring.

I try to slide form his grip but in reflex his arms tighten on my hips. I groan quietly and do my best to remove his iron hols grip but this boy is persistent, even while he's sleeping!

When I finally shrug him off, I cover the rest of his body with the quilt, smooth the hair from his face and admire his cute little sleep pout. I laugh to myself lightly before getting some fresh clothes and heading to the shower.

I feel attatched to Harry.

Like... real attatched.

The things that worry me are A: He is trouble. He's in a gang and I'm imprisoned in his house so he should be my number one enemy but I can never imagine myself hating Harry.

And B: Did I like him because of who he is or because i'm vulnerable and lonely being trapped here?

I push the thoughts from my head and turn the water off. I didn't want to think of anything depressing. I needed to keep my hopes up that I would be found....

I brush my hair and teeth, get dressed in a pair of gray leggings and a blue V neck.

I look at my reflection in the mirror for a second...

I never really saw myself as pretty...

Maybe because no guys ever fancied me? Maybe because I was just ugly? It was a grim though and I immediately pushed it from my mind... I wonder if Harry thought I was pretty?

I wasn't sure what Harry and I had.. he kissed me. But it's not like we can date... I swallow a lump.

Right now it's risky dating Harry.

But I feel like he is the only hope in my life right now. he si the brightest thing in that stupid blue room I'm locked in...

I miss me family..

I miss my Niall..

I retreat back to my room to find Harry still sleeping...

He didn't sleep at all last night...

Something stirs in my stomach as I stare at the beautiful creature before me.

Notes

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