Enticing Charm

John stayed until he thought I was asleep.

Harry didn't come back all night.

He might of been with her.

He wants to be with her over me.

He wanted her.

I curl up in a ball, the pain feels like physical.

It hurts like cramps over my entire body.

He didn't want me and it infuriated me like nothing else ever has.

I went to bed and I was so mad I was hot to the touch. getting out of bed I tore my sweats off and put on my spandex shorts and a lacy tank top and fell in to a restless sleep.

-

The locks jingle and the the chains fall to the ground, I'm instantly awake and sit up. The door opens and Harry walks in, a tray of food on his hand. I put my elbows on on my knees and my fakest smile on my pink lips. He looks perfect in a fitted black blazer that covers his nearly clear white shirt. All tied off with a black leather belt and tight black jeans and signature black boots

He was in for it.

"Olivia, I -" The minute he saw me he froze. "What?" He stammers, his eyebrows knotted together. I cock my head lightly and stand up.

He swallows as his eyes take in my body.

Harry's P.O.V.

She has on these skimpy shorts that show off her golden legs and full thighs, tank top that's riding up on her golden hips and granting me an eye full of her cleavage. A thin layer of sweat making her hair stick to her forehead. I imagine me shoving her back on the bed and kissing and biting every inch of her golden skin, pushing myself inside of her.

She would be a screamer, I know it. She would claw at my back and I would make her feel better than Niall ever could. She would be mine. She should be mine.

She looked good.

Damn good.

But then I looked in to her eyes.

She was pissed.

Damn pissed.

"What?" I ask her, my voice shit. I have never seen her mad.

Olivia's P.O.V.

"Did you enjoy it?" I whisper. His eyebrows knit in confusion. Anger and hurt come over me making my brain fuzzy. The reminder that he wanted her flames me higher.

"Olivia?" He asks, confusion swipes his perfect, stupid, face.

"Her. That blonde. The one you kissed. Did. You. Enjoy. It." I spit. Realization comes over him and then guilt.

"It's not what you think."

I laugh.

How many times have I heard that on television and in movies. He frowns and I take a step forward.

"OK, this was fun, this little game of yours. But we're done now. You need to let me leave." Anger seethes over me and takes over my words. Words I usually wouldn't have the bravery to say. But this topic gave me wings.

"Olivia, this isn't a game to me." His swimming eyes plead and I can tell he's holding back his anger and it infuriates me even more.

"Oh, so you often kiss girls and then sleep with others?" I challenge, I take a finger and jab it in to his chest.

"Olivia, you're making a mistake." His jaw grits and his teeth clamp together, his eyes dark and dangerous' daring me to continue they egged me on even though his voice told me to stop.

It drove me crazy.

"You're the one who made a mistake!" I counter loudly, gently pushing him.

"Do not. Push me." He growls, his hands practically shaking.

"NO you're right, I did make a mistake! It was kissing you! You're the mistake, Harry!" I yell, stepping even closer, shoving him a little harder.

"You don't fucking mean that." he hisses.

"You let me go!" I hiss, my voice low and gravely.

"You're not leaving." He snaps, his features furious, his body is twice my size and practically convulsing but I'm not afraid.

"LET ME GO!" I shriek, shoving him, hard, his back snaps in to the wall. That stupid tray still in his left hand.

"You're such a little girl!" He yells back, his back still to the wall.

So I do the most rational thing.

I take my hand with a flick of my wrist smack the tray of food out of his hand, the contents clattering all over the wall and floor with a loud crash.

"THIS IS DONE! YOU DON'T DESERVE ME, HARRY. YOU'RE SICK!" I shriek. Finishing it off with one loud smack to his cheek.

His jaw drops and I smirk.

That is until one of his hands grab my back and rips my chest to his, the other hand fisting my hair right on the scalp, pulling it roughly. His face inches from mine, he takes three long strides and literally drags me, as my feet fallout, with his arm around my back.

When the back of my knees hit the bed, he shoves me on to my back, making me gasp as he crawls on to me with out hesitation. His eyes black.

I pushed him too far.

He knees lock my hips to prevent me from bucking him off.

His right hand still in my hair, angling my head up so I have to look at him, the left grabs my cheeks roughly and rip my face up from the bed.

"You wanna play games with me now, Liv?" He hisses. Tears prick my eyes, I can feel his hips dig in to mine and his hand pull my waves, pain ripples through me.

Do. Not. Cry.

"You wanna act like a big girl now?" He asks rhetorically. "Well you don't look very fucking brave right now." He snaps, his voice loud in my ear.

Then his lips are on mine, only for a second, it's a rough kiss and then his mouth is on my throat, leaving harsh and mean nips on my pale skin.

"We're done though, right?" He laughs humorlessly.

I don't like this Harry.

I'm scarred out of my mind and the tears are growing more and more relentless in my eyes.

"I tell you when we're done. And I'm not done with you yet. Not even close." he hisses, his mouth right next to my ear. The mint in his breath making me delirious. "I could take you right now and there's not a fucking thing you or anyone could do to stop me." He was so captivating yet so scary at the same time.

He was dangerous.

Then he's off of me.

Standing above me, glaring down at me, the tear that was threatening, rolls down my cheek.

He scoffs and adjusts his fitted black blazer and turns, half way to the door he turns back to me as I still lay there stunned.

"Oh and by the way. I didn't fuck her. And she kissed me. Obviously you need to look in to things more carefully next time." he says with a mean laugh and a disgusted twist in his lips as he sneers at me.

Three more tears fall and he turns back to the door, opening it to reveal my freedom.

"Clean this shit up." He says once more before slamming the door and locking the locks.

Leaving me alone.

What the heck just happened?

My body is compromised in sobs in moments, wracking hard and violently up through my rib cage.

His actions scarred me but his words did more.

Was he going to rape me? Hit me again? Would he ever come back in? Had I overreacted? Would he accept my apology? Did he really not sleep with that girl? What was I ever going to do now?

I cried for a good while until the fear of him coming back overcomes me.

I scurry to the floor and clean up the mess I made.

What was wrong with me? What was I thinking?

It had felt good to be mad though. Real good. He made mad, he made me a lot of things...

Crazy, selfish, immature, stupid, brave, sexy, happy.

A lot of really stupid things.

Once the mess is cleaned up I'm freezing. The heat still not fixed and I'm only wearing my shorts and tank top. I go to my dresser and pull the drawer and my heart sinks.

Harry's black hoodie, folded in the top of the drawer.

He must have put in here before he left..

Guilt washes over me, erasing some of the fear but not all of it.

I pull it over my head and then continue to clean my room and the bathroom.

Once done I turn the TV on and perch on my newly made bed. Awaiting the return of my captor.

Harry's P.O.V.

I deliver smack after smack to the sand bag, aggression, guilt, every fucking emotion on the stupid, mother fucking planet in my stupid, fucking, head. I yell out in anger, sweat rolling off of me as I deliver a kick and take step back, doing the necessary foot work I was taught before going at another angle to switch sides.

Who fuck did she think she was?

Little miss priss?

I spit the sweat on my mouth to the side and deliver a few good punches

Oh yeah, she thought she was Olivia.

I have an unhealthy obsession with that fucking girl...

I swear to fucking christ did she get me mad.

I regret grabbing her, pushing her, pulling her hair.

I punch the bag twice as hard, ignoring the pain starting to ripple up my arm.

She egged me on. It's like she was fucking begging me to be rough with her.

She probably though I was insane now.

No she knew it now.

Which is alright; I am insane.

Then again, so is she, so in my mind that makes it OK, I guess.

"If you keep punching like that you'll break your hand."

Notes

SO FUCKING INTENSE NOOOO!!!

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