Enticing Charm

I skipped down the wall, giggling and humming. I have been in that tiny room for so long. It was driving me nuts.

"Would you calm down!" Harry snaps, quickening his pace to keep up with my legs that were carrying me faster through the old mansion. I turn around and glare at him, pouting out my bottom lip to show my retaliation to him.

"Don't be so crabby, I'm having fun." I pout, turning and continuing the walk when he caught up to me.

"Well don't be so... giddy." He says, crinkling his nose in distaste as he looks down at me. I look up at his swimming green eyes, they're a jade color today. Not very light but not the scary black they have been in the past. His muscled body is covered and tight dark jeans and a black pull over that's pushed up on his elbows, revealing the intricate work of permanent art on his muscles. I roll my eyes at his comment and he chuckles a deep laugh that resonates in his chest in the most musical way.

I smile at the ground as we finally enter the kitchen. Harry strolls to the table, pulls out a chair and points to it. "Sit and don't move." I do as he says and hop up on the chair, watching him pull some things out of the huge fridge and few other out of the many cabinets.

"What are you making?" He hums to himself and doesn't answer. I sit up higher in the chair so I can watch him as he pulls out a bowl and whisks some eggs with a precise seed. "Harry!" I ask again, he looks over his shoulder and shushes me. How rude. He smirks when I scowl back and then once again he goes back to cooking. But being the curious cat I am, I get down from the chair, my handcuffs clinking nosily as I do so. Harry adds some ingredients to the bowl while cutting some chives.

I creep over and stand next to him. He looks down at me as I study his culinary skills.

"You're quite the nosy thing, aren't you?" he smirks. I smile up at him, his head a good foot above mine. I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks as he smiles down at me. His smile was beautiful. I quickly turn but I can hear him chuckle lightly.

Harry cooks away like a pro while I watch him and his fingers grace around his kitchen. Once it's near done the microwave beeps. Being as bored as I am from just standing about I go to it.

"I got it." I announce, swinging the door open and reaching for the heavy ceramic bowl.

"Olivia wait it's h -" He begins to yell out, but before I can heid the warning, I grab the bowl only for the heat to scorch my fingertips.

"Ouch!" I shriek lightly, letting the bowl drop it falls on my toe making me yell even harder. "OW!" I whine, jumping back, grabbing the counter as the bowl smashes my big toe and breaks on the floor, the hot food splattering on my skin causing me to scream once more."HOT!" I squeal and jump back as Harry rushes to me.

With an easy and swift movement his strong hands grab my hips and lift me up on to the counter next to the microwave.

"Oww!" I whine, reaching for my throbbing foot. The pain now originating under my toe nail and as well as the burnt skin. Pain like no other all in my poor tiny foot. "Harry!" I whine, biting my bottom lip.

"Don't touch it!" He snaps, grabbing my wrists before leaning down and grabbing my ankle, pulling it up and brushing the remains of the food. He leaves me for a second, grabbing a wash cloth from a drawer and sticking under the sink. I peek at my big toe and whimper, it's already getting one of those big nasty blue marks from when you crack your nail to hard.

"Harry!" I whimper, leaning down to brush my red skin with my fingers.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He says quickly, coming back with the cold towel, slightly wrapping it over the top of my foot, stopping the light burns from hurting. "This, OK?" He asks lightly, meeting my eyes. I nod once and look back to my foot, pouting my lip at the pain. Pulling the cold rag back he brings my foot up higher to see the bruised nail. "Damn it, Olivia." He grouches. I don't meet his gaze as he holds his hand out for me to jump down. Once I try to take my first step I wince.

The pain overtaking my right foot. I have a sharp intake of breath and screw my eyes shut but attempt to take another step, not wanting Harry to notice.

"Does it hurt?" I look up and find him studying me unevenly. His green eyes wide and full of concern, his hands reaching out for me in case I need it.

"Nope." I breathe taking another step on my bad foot. "Ow!'' I say in probably my most whiny voice.

"Doesn't hurt huh?" He chuckles and shakes his head before walking to me. Stopping right in front of me he bends his knees, wraps his arms under my butt and stand straight up, bringing me with him, trapped to his chest but my head right at his level. I squeal as he carries me to the high table in the kitchen and puts me on top before turning around. "Get on." He sighs.

Excitement runs through me like speed when I realize he means a piggy back ride. I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck before wrapping my legs around his torso. He laughs at my small bursts of giggle as his hands cup my knees, securing my front to his back tighter.

When he gets to his full height I feel like a giant as he strides with ease from the kitchen with me on my back. I secure my arms tighter and rest my head on his shoulder. The familiar minty smell engulfs me and his chocolate curl just barely brushes my face.

"This is a one time deal, just so you know!" He warns. But I can't help but smile when he tightens his grip on my under knees. His thumb lightly dragging across my skin.

"Mmhmm." I say with a giggle. I don't miss the eye roll but I don't miss the light smile on his rose lips either.

He carries me through the house and back up to the stupid room. Once outside the door I slide my arms over his head and slide down his back. Harry takes the cuffs off and unlocks the door, ushering me in as I hobble to the bed I can't help but notice it's freezing.

"What the fuck?" He asks, closing the door behind him. "Why is it so cold in here?" He mutters, mostly to himself I think. I shrug and sit on the end of the bed and watch as he goes to the vent and waves his hand in front of it lightly. It was November now so it was getting chilly. "The heat must be out on this wing of the house." He frowns, turning to me.

"Whats that mean?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"I'll have someone come fix it tomorrow. It happens every once in a while since the house is so old." He says with a huff. Harry crosses the room and joins me on the bed. A small shiver runs through my spine from the cold.

"Oh.." I say hugging myself lightly, playing with my busted toe.

"Are you OK? It doesn't hurt too much right? Do you want something for it?" He rushes, scooting closer and grabbing my ankle and pulling it awkwardly in to his lap, inspecting the nail bed.

"No I'm OK.. thank you though..." I giggle and he raises an eyebrow. "For the piggy back.." I smile and he flushes. I smile like crazy at this but don't comment. But I do let another shiver wrack through me.

"Here." He grouches, grabbing the hem of his hoodie and yanking it over his head, making a bigger mess of his curls. I watch in awe as he hands it to me. "It's cold and I don't think I packed any big sweaters for you." he explains, scratching the back of his neck. I nod and take the black cloth. It's soft and big and my head and arms poke through with ease as I pull it over myself.

The overwhelmingly perfect scent of the one and only Harry fogs my brain. I look up and he's smiling. A genuine smile at the picture of me in his sweater. I take this as an invitation and before you know it we're staring like idiots at each other.

"Here." He says lightly, scooting even closer. Reaching out he takes one of my dwarfed hands in his own and pulls the sleeve back a little so my hand pokes through, once done he moves to the second. My eyes watch his face, his prominent jaw line and deep eyes. Once done he smiles crookedly at me and leans forward.

My breathe hitches as he reaches around my necks and pulls my hair out from the back of the hoodie, letting it fall down my back. But his hands don't leave it. His eyes are trained on mine as he lightly twirls my hair while his right hand cups the back of my neck.

I can't breathe again. Please kiss me. Please, Harry. I beg to him. I furrow my brows and wait the agonizing seconds tick by as he slowly leans in, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip once out of habit

"My eyes flutter when I feel his breath fan my face, moments before his lips meet mine. Butterflies and fireworks and an entire circus parade in my stomach as he kisses me. The hand in his hair moving to the small of my back and the other gripping my neck tighter. His lips move in sync with mine, my hands tremble and his leave me for a second to take mine and place them on his chest before returning to my back and pulling me closer to him.

I didn't know kissing could ever be this perfect.

It literally felt like this was where I belonged. Like kissing him could bring me to my dying day and I would never think twice about it.

My hands creep of his chest and my arms wrap around his neck. He groans lightly in approval when my fingers curiously wind in to his curls. I give a gentle tug and he bites gently at my bottom lip and I have to pull away slightly to giggle making him smile as he puts his forehead on mine.

Taking the opportunity of the parting of our mouths he pulls us down and rolls so I'm on my back with him hovering over me gently yet still allowing his hips to push in to mine. Even though he moved slow the movement made it hard to breathe. The way he handled and moved me with such knowing and confidence shook something inside of me that put me in a tizzy.

With one last sweet smile his lips are pressed against mine, his wet lips tasting as sweet as I remembered. I sigh happily when he wraps his arms around my lower waist, pushing our lower regions even closer together. It thrilled me and made me nervous which just confused me and made me happy.

He continued to nibble on my bottom lip and smiled in to the kiss when I knotted my fingers in to his hair. His lip metal was cool on my mouth and I need noticed it while kissing him before but now I did. And I liked it.

His tongue swipes along my lip and it makes my heart go crazy in my chest. But I keep my mouth closed, not allowing him to further this. This just makes him laugh. Literally he pulls away a fraction of an inch to chuckle lightly before reattaching our mouths.

His arms unconnected from me and the next thing I know his hands grab my butt and squeeze. I gasp lightly and he manages to push his tongue in to my mouth at just the right moment. It's sweeter than his lips and things start getting a little... hot.

I kiss him harder and his hands stay in place, kneading lightly every couple of seconds or so. I can tell he want's to kiss harder and faster but stays slow for my sake as I copy his oral actions. His mouth is sweet and passionate and caring against mine and I love every second of it.

I surprise myself and him by wrapping my legs around him in instinct. His mouth come off of mine and goes to my cheek, leaving a big wet kiss before leaving feather light ones down my jaw bone. I close my eyes as his soft lips feather and trickle down my hot skin.

"Harry.." I breath, his mouth attaching my neck gently, his tongue coming out of his lips to trail up my skin. I shiver.

"Hmm?" He hums

"I like this." I breathe again, his hands leaving my butt to simultaneously run up my back under my sweater and shirt, making shivers run down my spine as his hands graze my skin. Should I be talking? Where is this going? Should I touch him more? Do I want to? I'm starting to get flustered...

"Me too." he laughs on to my neck, sending his hot breath to make me shudder again as it hits my flesh.

His mouth leaves feather light kisses down my neck and down to my collar bone, a long finger hooking in to the neck hole, pulling it down an inch so he could reach better. I trail my hands up and down his back, feeling the flex of the muscles. And up and down his biceps, appreciating the firm build and hot skin.

Then his hips gently and slightly rock on mine. I gasp and he smirks, bringing out mouths back together. He rocks them again gently and I can feel him pressed in between my legs.

Let me clarify when I say I have never let a man touch me or put himself on me but.. there was just something about that Harry...

I'm really enjoying myself until his hands trickle down to the waist band of my yoga pants, gently pulling the band down.

This is what I was afraid of...

I whimper and pull my mouth away as he tugs them down.

"What?" He breathes, pulling back to look at me the embarrassment washes over me like a wave of hot water. Instead of answering I take his hands in my own and put them back on my hips. and drag my pants back up.

He looks like he has just been slapped in the face.

Notes

woah.

dat rejection