Enticing Charm

"Fuck off." I mumble to him.

"Now, now. I just wanted to see why you were being so hormonal." Kenneth chuckles.

I roll my eyes. Stupid dick.

"Well that so sweet of you!" I say in a fake voice of enthusiasm. Punching extra hard on the bag.

"I also came to tell you, you need to stop getting so damned attached to that girl." he concludes. I roll my eyes and immediately make my way off the padded gym floor, pulling the tape off my knuckles, I didn't need this right now.

"I'm not attached." I sigh, running a towel over my face.

"You better not be. Because I could give less if you love her or not. If she escapes; I'll kill her." He laughs. The words punch me int he face.

"She's not going anywhere." I tell him with venom. And I mean it.

"She better not."

Once he's gone I go to the shower in my room and wash the sweat and grime off my skin from the work out.

I can't help but imagine her here...

She would never shower with me. I smile at the picture of her mouth dropping open at the request. She was too innocent for her own good.

She will never forgive me for what I did..

For yelling at her..

I made her cry...

Anger ripens in my skin and I have to turn the water on cold to calm myself.

I didn't deserve her.

But I want her.

Once done and I talk myself up it's late...

I make my way to her room, I hope shes mad. She should be. I'm a dick.

I open the door and make my way in to the dark room and over to her bed.

Pulling the quilt gently I nearly lose my shit.

Shes curled up in a tiny ball in my sweatshirt.

Her cheeks streaked.

My heart feels .. I don't even know...

I don't.

This beautiful little girl in front of me.

I want to crawl in with her, but don't want to push her any farther than I have today. She needed a good nights sleep and so did I.

We needed our space. She needed her space to breathe and hopefully miss me enough to forgive em. Not that she should. And I needed to learn to control myself with her.

I didn't want to hurt her.

Not ever.

I cover her back up and tuck the blankets around her tightly so she'll be warm. Brushing my hands down her face and kissing her forehead I leave quietly.

Lily's P.O.V.

The door closing snaps me from my dreams of Harry. The blankets are tucked around me... he must have come in... but didn't wake me?

I frown and hold my spare pillow to my chest, trying to make it feel some what like him, even though it was no where near as good as the real thing.

---

Harry didn't come back.

Not for two days.

I missed him for two days.

It was agonizing.

I went crazy for two days, waiting for him.

Louis brought my food and would stay for a few hours but I wanted Harry to come back.

I was afraid for when he came back. But I still wanted him to come back.

I missed him. I missed his eyes and his ink and his piercings and his minty smell.

I wore his sweatshirt for those two days.

Did he hate me? I had no clue...

-

On the third day I took a shower after eating my lunch, getting dressed in his sweater and just a bra underneath, not bothering for a shirt, and black leggings.

I towel dry my hair and brush my teeth before swinging open the door where I had left Louis waiting.

"Hi, sweetie pie." A raspy voice says to me. I jump, a little yelp coming from my mouth. I look to find Harry perched on my bed, sprawled out on his back, ankles crossed, his hands behind his head.

Fear and paranoia wash through me at the sight of the troubled boy on my bed.

"H - hi." I breathe. My heart starts beating a million miles an hour and I can't form another word. He watches me carefully.

"Are you just going to stand there?" He asks bluntly. My feet slowly cross the room to him and I find myself standing next to the bed, not sure how to sit down; so I just stand over him pretty much. "You're wearing my sweatshirt." he points out, I nod ans look at my toes.

"You were gone for two days." I mumble, holding my elbow with my right hand.

"I felt like you needed your space." he says lightly, studying my face.

"You needed your space..." I mumble even softer, my insecurities rolling off my tongue in word vomit.

His large hand grabs my wrist and pulls me down with ease on to his chest, then rolling so I'm pinned securely underneath him. My breath hitches and I squirm in his arms, fear rolling back in to me.

"I wouldn't sleep with her. She's slutty. And she did kiss me! I did push her off." He breathes, his face dangerously close to mine, one arms wrapped around me, the other hand brushing up and down my cheek.

"You yelled at me." I whimper under his touch. He frowns and drops his forehead on mine.

"You made me, really, really, really... upset." He manages to spit out.

"That doesn't make it OK." I snip, finding my voice. His touch bringing back a familiar warmth.

"I know.."

"You scarred me." I whimper pulling my head away from his so I can drop it on his shoulder and bury it in to his neck.

"I know, I'm so sorry.."

"I'm afraid of you.." I admit. Not looking at him still.

"I want to make it up to you."

I pull back and look at him, a mischievous smile on his rose lips. He gets up and and takes my hand in his, pulling me off of the bed, and makes his way to the door, opening it he pulls me out in to the big hall.

"I don't know.." I whine, stopping in my tracks.\

"Come one, I really wanna show you something! It'll be real fun!" He smiles his perfect smile and it makes me calm down a little bit but not much.

"You better not yell at me." I say quietly. He nods.

"Of course not!" He says softly, taking my hips in his hands and pulling me closer, his breath fanning my face. I sigh and nod once.

"One condition." I tell him, trying to appear serious.

"Of course, whatever it is. Name it!" He pleads, kissing my knuckle.

"Piggy back." I tell him calmly.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Not in the least."

He glares down at me for a few seconds but finally rolls his eyes and turns around.

"Jump on!" He sighs. I look at his hips and how far up they are from the floor.

"I'm not a giant! You need to lean down!" I laugh, putting my hands on his hips. He groans and bends his knees. With a grunt I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, his hands quickly grabbing my knees and pulling me to him tightly. My arms encircling his shoulders. I can't help but giggle as he starts walking, me securely on his back.

"Hey, Harry. I thought this was a one time thing?" I ask in to his ear, a huge smile on my face. He turns his head and looks at me.

"Don't push your luck!" He laughs, carrying me down a set of stair and through some hallways until we come in to an all white room.

The furniture is all plush and stark white as well as the carpet and walls and ceiling. The decorations are all crystal and sparkling. His hands drop my knees and I fall to the ground.

"Wow.." I breathe, taking in the beautiful room.

Harry smiles big at me as I look around, taking in the large bay windows that are framed with white, lace curtains. I walk up to one and glance out. It must be on the side of the house because everything out it is pure green. Big luscious trees and grass, rows of ordinate shrubbery.

Then my eyes find a set of glass doors. I look to Harry and he nods. A wierd expression on his face as I take the crystal door handles in my own and opening them.

Revealing one of most beautiful things I have seen.

Notes

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whats in the room?