Enticing Charm

We lay there in an awkward silence for what feels like hours but most only be seconds.

"Sorry.." I mumble, wanting him to talk.

"What for?" He scoffs.

"I don't know.. You seem mad." I say quietly, peeking a glance at him.

"I have no reason to be." He snaps. I frown and we go back to silence for a little bit longer. "Why was it sad?"

"What?" I ask him softly, turning to look at him.

"If it was your friend... why was it sad?" He presses, his eyebrows knotted together, frustrations and confusion in his eyes.

"It was sad because.. because I miss him." I decide on saying. Partially true.

"I'm sorry.." He says quietly.


"Harry?"

"Olivia?"

"Can I call him?"

"What?"

"Can I -"

"No." He says, his voice low, I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Why?" I stress, my hands balling in small fists.

"I can't take that chance." He says firmly. I bring myself to a sitting position and watch him do the same, his face hard and unreadable.

"Harry, I won't tell him anything!" I whimper, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"I can' take that chance." he says again. "I know how that you want to leave, it would be as easy as you saying my last name and then I and my family would be in jail. I can't let that happen." He says roughly, glaring at me

"I wouldn't say anything! I wouldn't want you to go to jail! Or your friends!" I argue, he snaps his head to me.

"Why the fuck not? Why do you give a shit what happens to me? I'm one of the people who's keeping you here!" His voice suddenly ten decimals louder.

"Because you're my friend." I say softly, crossing my arms over my chest.

He laughs.

"Friends? Please we are far from it. You should hate me, Olivia." He snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You're mean, Harry." I say softly. Looking down, playing with my fingers. He groans and stands up from the bed, pacing in front of me.

"I didn't mean that. I - I'm sorry." He stops in front of me and gets on his knees in front of me, putting his hands on my knees.

"Jese, Harry Styles is actually sorry?" I grouch, not meeting his gaze even though his touch is freaking me out.

"Yes. We are friends." He says right after.

"Friends..." I agree.

Just friends.. We were friends.

Do friends kiss?

Friends don't kiss.

"Can I make it up to you?" He asks suddenly, joining me on the bed. I think about it. He could let me call Niall. Let me go. Kiss me. Hold me. Tons of things.

But one of them in particular comes to mind.

"Can I see your phone?" I ask timidly. His glare comes back.

"What did I just say?" He snaps at me.

"No, no, not for that. For something else." I blush.

"For what?" He presses, cocking his head.

"I was reading something online.. a story.. before I was um -"

"Kidnapped." He interjects with a sour face.

"I wan't to know how it ends." I continue, ignoring his interruption.

"A book?" I nod. "Online?" He asks, his face studying mine.

"You can look over my shoulder. I won't do anything I shouldn't." I add, hoping he'll say yes. He sighs and bites his lip, thinking about it for a second before nodding once and pulling his iPhone out. I reach for it excitedly but he pulls it away before my fingers touch it.

"Do not make me regret this." He says sternly. I nod and squeal when he hands it to me.

The plot of the love story flying back to my mind of the love love struck characters. I lean back against the wall and he sits next to me, watching over my shoulder as I open the internet on his phone and type in wattpad and open log in to my account.

I giggle like a little girl and pull out my reading list before selecting my story and going to my chapter.

"You like this story?" He asks mid page through I nod once. "Whats it about?"

"Love." I tell him, smiling like an idiot until he snorts.

"Dumb." I frown and turn to him.

"Love is not dumb." I inform him, glaring. His green eyes swimming, our faces close and our shoulders touching while are thighs are inches apart.

"It is." He says, a smirk on his pink lips.

"You are wrong. Love is magical."

"Love is ridiculous." He says, still smirking. I roll my eyes and turn my head back to my story, ignoring him.

"You are ridiculous." I tell him, loading the next page of the book. He laughs and it makes the room warmer, I swear it does.

For the next forty minutes or so I become engulfed with the story. I laugh at the funny parts, groan when the boy does something stupid and frown at the cell phone when the couple fights.

"Are you almost done yet?" Harry asks, pulling me from the screen, I look up to him.

"No! Now shh." I scold him, swatting his arm. He groans and drops his head back on to the wall.

"Come on, that story is lame and I'm bored." He pouts.

"Too bad." I retort, turning back to the phone. He groans again.

"Aren't you hungry, yet?"

"Yeah." I answer honestly, turning to look at him.

"Well then I'll go get you some food." I nod and hope he forgets his cell phone, much to my dismay after he gets out of bed he take sit form my hands and puts it back in his pocket.

"Hey!" I whine, reaching for it. He laughs and shake his head.

"No way." He smiles, heading to the door.

"Can I come?" I ask him, getting out of bed. He glares at me.

"You're pushing your luck." He says with a straight face.

"Please! Tyler won't bother me since your dad told him not to! I'm so bored up here, let me go down!" I whine and his eyebrows shoot up and the biggest smirk turns up My face turns red.

"I believe this is the second time you offered to go down on me." He laughs, his perfect smile emerging as well as his dimples while I stand there flustered.

"I didn't mean it like that!" I say horrified, my face red as a tomato

"Mmm." he says, fighting his dimples.

"Stop laughing at me!" I yell, punching his arm, covering my red face. He laughs harder as I pout. He laughs harder and opens the door, much to my surprise, he opens the door and motions for me to leave.

"I can come with me?" I ask excitedly.

"Yeah, you better hurry before I change my mind." He warns, suddenly cross. I take his offer and hurry out, rolling my eyes when he puts the cuffs on me again

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