Enticing Charm

"You said you were having fun." he snaps, his strong jaw bone gritted and hard. I repel form his rough tone, his muscles flexing in his shoulders as he pins me down.

"I was.." I breathe, wishing this mattress would let me sink down in to it. So I could disappear from the embarrassment.

Harry was the type of guy that undoubtedly was very popular in the women department.. and was obviously used to getting with girls.

I crinkle my noes at the thought of him kissing another girl like he just kissed me.

Why? You're obviously not going to put out! Why do you care if he gets with another girl. You two are black and white. Nothing good could come of you two being together. My subconscious scoffs at me.

"Well then shut up." he demands, bringing me back to earth. His mouth dips down and attacks my throat again. I shake my head and put my hand son his chest, pushing space between us before his hands could start trailing my flesh.

"Harry, stop." I plead more than demand, my voice shaking. A deep growl erupts form his throat but his head dips with ease down again, kissing my upper chest. "I'm serious!" I whimper, grabbing his thick shoulders I give him yet another desperate shove.

"Baby, relax. You'll have fun." He coos, reconnecting our lips. My head swirls with mint and desperation.


Don't be a party pooper. This could be fun.

No, this will not be fun! He'll keep coming back for more! What will this turn in to? Me being his play thing? I swallow the lump of fear in my throat

"No. I will not!" My voice grows louder and I shove him back. "Get off of me, Harold!" I shriek, sitting up my head clunks against his and he falls back, off of my lap on to the bed next to me. I scramble up, avoiding his reach for me, his sweater swamping over my body. I rip it over my head and chuck it at his face as he quickly crawls to the edge of the bed, reaching for me. "You have no respect for women!" I yell. Anger flooding my face.

"Olivia!" He yells back as I stomp to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it.

I don't know if I should be afraid or just irritated to heck.

"Olivia, I'm sorry. Open this damn door!" Harry yells through the wood. I roll my eyes at his desperate attempts to talk to me.

"Leave me alone!" I yell, irritation flooding my nerves and cells. I don't know if I was mad because I was irritated or because he would try such things with me and not even want me to be his girlfriend.

Maybe I was mad because a part of me wanted to.

Maybe because my poor Niall would scold me about this I can picture him saying it now 'That boy is trouble. He's the one of the reasons you're here! Do not fall for his tricks.'

Instead of answering his calls and obnoxious poundings I turn the water on hot and wait for it to warm up. Once it is Harry is yelling and cussing like a mad man through the wood for me to please listen to him but I don't want to. No means no, obviously.

Half way through my shower ritual the pounding finally stops.

Once I'm done with the shower I rub a towel through my brown waves and brush my teeth, humming, taking my sweet time. Realizing I didn't bring any fresh clothes in I groan and wrap a towel under my arms tightly. I put my hand on the door and unlock it.

Was this a smart idea?

Would Harry grab me again?

Would he try to kiss me?

Rip my towel off?

A nervous pit grows in my stomach but I shake the thoughts away. He would never. Something in me just knows he wouldn't...

I open the door and peek out. The cold air from the lack of heat swarms my skin and it prickles with goose bumps. Harry's no where to be found. I open the door a little farther and I

"BOO!" I scream like a crazy person and nearly fall on the ground when someone jumps around the door!

"OH MY GOD!" I shriek at John who is bent over with laughter. "It's not funny!" I cry out, placing my hand on the heart that is about to beat out of its chest. These boys would be the death of me. I swear. He wipes some tears and stands up straight putting his hands up in defense.

"It was so and you know it!" I chuckles, taking in my towel.

"Close your eyes." I snap not so politely. He sighs and puts one large hand over his eyes. I hurry to my dresser, pull out a long sleeved shirt and soft skinny jeans and hurry back to the bathroom. Once dressed I snap the door open to find John lounging on my bed, eating some food, watching TV. "Wheres Harry?" I ask irritably, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know, he called me a few minutes ago. Told em I needed to come babysit." He sighs, turning his head to me. "Why? Didn't he tell you?" He eye brows furrow in confusion and he tilts his head.

"No... he didn't say anything." There he goes. Running off because he doesn't know how or want to face his messes. I was right, he is trouble. I need to stay away form him, from all of them and get the heck out of here.

"Oh, well, screw him, he's too ornery." John laughs and pats the bed. I jump up and join him, picking at the food he brought up here for em to eat, not really tasting it.

How could I escape?

Harry is always here!

Except when we fight....


Something inside of me makes my stomach spin in a bad way. I feel like I might be ill...

Could I really do this?

Should I?

I frown and rub my eyes.

I liked Harry... I liked to kiss him and I liked when he held me.

Could I really turn him against me? Tell him to stay away so I could focus on escaping?

The slamming of a car door outside of my window brings me back to Earth.

Had he left the house altogether?

I stand up on the bed and get on my tip toes to peek out the window to the drive way.

What I saw made me feel like the wind had gotten knocked out of me.

Harry's P.O.V.

"So like. We're practically official, right?" The blonde I just almost fucked in the my car in the parking lot of the grocery store asks. Damn I forgot her name.

"Excuse me?" I snap, pulling down my street. She said she needed a ride home after I went to the store and met her in the check out. She followed me out and kissed me randomly after stalking me to my car. That shit got us no where except in to the back of my car where I would have fucked her but of course I didn't...

I fucking couldn't.

I don't deserve a dick.

Anyways, after I told her no she got all prissy and demanded I take her home. 'That turned in to take me to your place, my friends will be there for a party in an hour.'

Damn Zayn, always throwing parties.

"Well this is the second time we have had sex and -"

"I have never met you before today!" I yell at her, What the fuck is this broad yapping about?

"Yeah, we hooked up a few days ago."

Shit.

Bitch was so easy I didn't even remember it.

"Doesn't mean we're official. You're not my type." I grumble, pulling in to my drive way and turning the car off.

This just gets her mad, as I jump out and ignore her, leaving her outside and heading for the front door her she devil claws grab the back of my coat and tosses me back until I hit the hood of the car. Her face instantly sucking on to mine.

Alrighty then.

Olivia's P.O.V

I drop down from the window, swallowing down the sick scene.

She kissed him and he liked it. He kissed her back.

He held her like he did me just an hour ago in this very bed.

"Was that him?" John asks.

I give a curt nod and swallow back the tears.

I was leaving this place.

Notes

fucking Harry