Enticing Charm

"Just relax, It's alright Liv. harry's on his way up." John says softly, wiping my cheeks.

"Please!" I beg him again through my sobs. He ignores my requests. He sighs and rubs my back. Why? Why wouldn't he let me speak to him? Just hear his voice? That dream.... he wouldn't save me and it scares me. I need him to keep faith that he'll find me, I need him to keep searching or I'll never be found.

"Olivia.." Louis hums, trying to soothe me. I shake my head and push their arms away, they didn't understand. The didn't and they never would. "Please, don't be like this!" Louis reaches for em again but I shrug him off. I get off from the bed just as the door to the room opens, Harry emerges but I don't look at him, I rush to the bathroom and slam the door before he can reach me. I cover my face in my hands and sink tot he floor, sobbing my eyes out.

What's the point in trying? I will never be found. I'll spend the rest of my life in that room.

No one's coming.

I start having a panic attack.

And I can't control it.

Next thing I know I'm on my side, gasping for air, my body shaking helplessly.

Harry continues to call to me through the door, I don't hear Lou or John so I'm figuring they're gone.

"Olivia, please open the door!" He yells through the barrier. I just sob harder, his voice making me feel guilty. I kissed him even though I had Niall...

"J-just G-go!" I yell through the wood, exhausted from my non stop crying.

My panic attack seized my body and made me shake even harder, I couldn't breathe and my heart was going a million matters an hour. I can't catch my breath.

"Olivia, I'm coming in!" He warns. But I'm not able to respond, I still can barely breathe. The lock begins to jingle as he picks it. The door swings open a mili second later and he barges in. Embarrassment and shame sweep over me at the sight of his perfect face.

"Just l- leave me alone H-harry!" I whimper, covering my face again as my body gasps for air, trying to calm itself, failing horribly.

"Oh, Olivia.." He whispers, ignoring the shoves I aim at his chest, kneeling down in front of me and securing his hands on me before bringing me to my feet. I hated when people saw me when I had panic attacks, it was so embarrassing and made me feel weak.

I keep my face covered as he wraps his arms tightly around me, drawing me to his muscled frame. I shake my head and attempt once again to get him to let go but he doesn't budge. When our chests touch his hand skim down to my thighs, with a quick jerk and a pull he rips me up in to his arms and wraps my legs around me while those inked hands hold my thighs.

I give up.

I drop my head on to his shoulder and bury it in to his neck. He wraps my arms around his neck. He dips his head in to mine and kisses my hiar, carrying me to the bed he drop me on the tops and kneels in front of me.

"What's wrong? What happened? Did they hurt you?" He begins firing questions and my head whirls with his minty smell, my own guilt and paranoia. I shake my head and let it fall downwards, my body continuing to hiccup and shake, tears falling constantly.

I hate the space between us yet I wan't more of it.

"Then what, please tell me?" He urges, scooting closer to wipe some tears off. I don't respond or look at him, just focus on catching my breath. Scooting closer, he grabs the insides of my knees of my crossed legs and pulls me forward, I don't protest as he pulls me on to his lap, hooking my legs around his torso. I keep my head down, not wanting him to see me this vulnerable. No one ever has. No one except my Niall.

He lowers his head so I'm forced in to meeting his gaze. Worry crosses his green eyes as he gently puts my jaw in between his palms, raising my red and tear stained face. I hiccup lightly try to move my face but he keeps me in place.

"Hey, tell what's wrong, please?" He begs quietly, brushing a few tears away. I take note of my regulated breath. My panic attack gone.

He stopped it.

I swallow hard at the idea. He calmed me so fast and all he did was touch me....

I shake my head no and he sighs, his hands going to the small of my back, he makes a point to pull my body closer to his. My pulse races slightly at the closeness of our faces and bodies.

"Tell me, right now." He demands softly. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing.." I stammer, blinking the tears away.

"Don't lie to me Olivia, obviously something is wrong. " he says, cross in his tone. Soft in his touch as he cups my cheek.

Instead of answering I close my eyes and my forehead find his. His touch soothing me and calming me. He leans back in to me, pressing he forehead to mine, his hands find my hips and he gently pushes me on to my back, laying on me gently, forcing our gazes together from the closeness.

"Tell me now." He whispers, brushing apiece of hair behind my head. I frown and shake my head. He nods, "yes..." I shake my head no and he scowls. I hate when he does that...

I tilt my head to the side so he's staring at the side of my face. With a sigh he drops his forehead on to my shoulder and gently kisses my neck, sending shivers through my body. Instantly leaving me wanting more. I turn cautiously and look at him. He's frowning, studying me intently, trying to figure me out. With a swift movement he slides off of me, wraps a muscled arm around me and pulls my chest to his again. I snuggle my head in to him as he pulls the quilt over us, and drops his head on mine with a sigh.

"Please tell me.... Lou called and said you woke up screaming." He says quietly, bringing his hands to the bit of exposed skin at the bottom of my back. I flush as his hands caress my burning skin. I don't answer.. I didn't want to talk about it. He wouldn't ever let me talk to Niall....

I keep my mouth closed and find my arms wrapping around his upper torso, his breath catches faintly as I pull us even closer together but I ignore it and close my eyes.

I just wan't to sleep and wake up... realizing this was all a terrible dream.

This terrible turn of events just one of my terrible nightmares.

Then I realize..

I would have never met Harry....

Never experienced his touch. Never kissed his lips. He never would have smiled his dimpled smile, or brush my hair behind my ears.

No.

I'm glad this has happened.

Because that boy is doing nothing but change me for the better.

I shudder at the thought of never meeting him. He holds me tighter and I relax...

Maybe this was just meant to happen.

Maybe I was supposed to meet him.

I think so.

-

I wake in the morning with a stiff neck, Harry's laying next to me, his thumb gently rubbing along my cheek bone. I open my eyes and find him studying me. I glare at him and drop my face in to my pillow, not wanting him to see my surely puffy face. He scoots down to my height and drops his face on to the pillow next to mine. I turn ever so lightly so I can meet his gaze as he lays his hand on my back, rubbing gently.

"You slept for a long time..." he says gently. I shrug and turn my head more so my face is on it's side on the same pillow as his. "Are you OK?"

Was I OK?

Was he crazy?

I just settle on shrugging again and he sighs.

"Are you going to tell me?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. I shake my head no. He frowns and rolls on to his back.

Harry's P.O.V.

She shakes her head no.

What the fuck?

I roll on to my back, what the actual fuck? Did she not want to tell me? Why not? Was she pissed at me? I don't know why but it pisses me off to an extreme point.

"Whatever.." I mumble, ignoring her puppy eyes.

Did she not see I was worried? That should be something.. I don't worry about random chicks that I don't even fuck.. then again I don't worry about the ones I do fuck either... but still.

"I just had a bad dream.." She whispers. Fucking finally.

"What about?" I press, wanting to know.

"Just stuff..." She says. Bullshit.

"Stuff? Must be real important if it makes you cry your eyes out for an hour." I snap, instantly regretting it.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Is she going to flip? I know she doesn't like it when I'm rude, but then again I'm always rude..

"Stuff I don't want to talk about.." She says a little louder.

Fuuuucckkk.


I just wan't to fucking know! Why the hell can't she just tell me? It's driving me crazy as hell!

I groan and cross my arms and I can see her flinch in the corner of my eyes...

"Why?"

"Because I said so." she snaps.

Oh, I can't deny it. I love when she gets feisty like this. It's so cute.... good god. Cute? I'm seriously losing my shit.

"I just wan't to know." I groan again, turning to look at her. Her eyes are red and her hair a mess but I could care less to be honest.

"Sorry..." But she doesn't sound too sorry. I roll my eyes and groan.

Fucking women...

"It was about Niall." She says softly.

Oh god, I am such a huge dick.

Olivia's P.O.V.

"Oh,.." He says softly.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

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