Enticing Charm

I frown as he stirs in his sleep, with a sigh I walk over to him and kneel next to him and flip the TV on.. I guess I'll just wait...

-

OK, I can't wait anymore... It has only been a half an hour but I wan't to talk to him, and I wan't him to hold me and to tell me where he was. And I wan't him to kiss me! I gently poke his ribs.

"Harry." I hiss, he groans and swats my hand. "Harry wake up!" I whine, poking him again.

"Shhh." He hushes me, keeping his eyes closed.

"No, you slept all day! Wake up!" I beg, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Olivia, I'm serious!" He scolds, rolling over so his back is to me. I let out a huge groan and drop on my back, my feet by the back of his head, his by me.

"You're no fun." I pout.

"I'm tired I didn't sleep.'' Who's fault is that?

"Why?"

"Not now, Olivia." He scolds.

"I won't stop asking until you wake up." I snap, sitting up quickly, swatting his leg. He groans obnoxiously and rolls on to his back, glaring at the ceiling.

We don't talk for a few minutes. Why is he being so cold with me? I frown down at my hands as I sit cross legged. He sighs.

"Why are you pouting?"

"I'm not, pouting." I say softly. He groans again and rubs his eyes.

"I can't fix it if you don't tell me, Olivia." he says, tired dripping from his raspy and beautiful voice.

"Nothing to fix." I nonchalantly lie.

"Olivia, I'm not kidding. Why are you pouting?" He props himself up on his elbow and scowls but I don't look at him. I don't answer. "Are you ignoring me?" He asks in both amusement and shock. I scowl at my fingers. "Did I hurt your feelings...?" He asks slowly. I bite the inside of my cheek.

"No." I lie.

With one swift movement he sits up, his hand goes to the back of my neck and he pulls our lips together swiftly. I intake quickly as his hand grips my neck tightly as he continues to kiss me.

But this kiss is different.

It's more passionate and ...wet? His lips seem to part more and cover mine more then the first but our mouths move slow. I shiver as his tongue barely sweeps along my bottom lip. He lips move urgently yet gently and my entire body feels like I'm walking on air as he tilts his head slightly in the kiss more. I tilt the other way and ball my hands up at my sides. I want to touch him but aren't sure how to go about this.

On cue he takes my shaky hands in his firm ones and places them on his shoulders. I squeeze my nails in to the muscles and he groans on my my mouth, putting his on my hips...

But he pulls away too soon.

I look at him with wide eyes. He gives me a smirk, holds my hips tighter and pulls me back on to his chest, laying down, pulling me on him slightly before sighing and closing his eyes again.

But I'm too dizzy to fight so I merely close my eyes and lay my head on his chest.

"Better?" He hums. I nod, the heat rising to my cheeks. I look up at him and he's gazing down at me intensely. "I love the effect I have on you..." He murmurs, his fingers grazing my jaw.

"I have an effect on you too!" I argue just so I can hear his voice. He chuckles and smirks.

"I guess.." He trails off. Hurt runs through me, I quickly sit up and glare at him. His gaze softens and before he can say anything I interrupt.

"Don't you lie to me, Harry Styles! John told me!" I glare at him and he quickly sits up, eyes wide.

"Told you what?" He hisses.

"He told me that you have never slept over with a girl unless you slept with her! And you slept with me for three nights and we didn't even touch!" I yell, giving him a taste of his own medicine. His mouth opens slightly as he sits there stunned. "So I know I have an effect on you! I just don't understand why that's a problem to you..." I say the last part softy... Dropping my gaze.

"It's not..." He says quietly, reaching out to touch my thigh but I shrink away. "Hey, hey! Don't do that to me.." He pleads, taking my hips he pulls me back to his chest but I don't say anything.

"Do you think I'm not pretty, Harry?" I ask him in a whiny voice, instantly regretting the words when they leave my mouth.

"What? Of course I do. You're beautiful." He says quietly, studying my face.

I sigh and purse my lips, letting him pull me down on to his chest and wrap his arms around me.

"Sorry.." He mumbles. I shrug and bury my head in him deeper.

-

It's the next morning and we're laying on our stomachs on the floor, just talking about stuff.

"Harry can you please tell me where you went the other day?" I ask him softly as he picks at a scab on his knuckle. I take his hand away from himself. "Stop or it won't heal." I scold him. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Well tell me!" I press.

He grows rigid.

"It's not important." He says turning his head away from me like he could care less about me.

"Whatever, Harry." I sigh and get off the floor and make my way to the bed, he follows me and I don't need to see him to feel how irritated he's getting.

"Don't act like this! Why can't you just trust me when I tell you it's nothing?" He snaps, raising his voice. I flinch from his tone. "So just stop bitching and let it be!" He growls, standing over me.

Bitching?

Ouch.

I wince from his words but don't meet his eyes. His breathing is ragged as he rubs his face and tugs at his hair.

"I need to shower and change. I'll call the guys. See you later." He mumbles before storming out and slamming the door behind him.

Notes

short. more tonight<3