Enticing Charm

A garden,

Well, a greenhouse.

Huge colored panels of glass lined the walls giving the whole room an angelic glow when the sun hit the different shades.

There were three different rows down the middle each filled with hundreds of types flowers, all huge in full loom and beautiful.

Purples, green, blue, pink, red, orange. An entire spectrum of colors filling the glass boxed room. My breath hitches as I look around.


It looks like a jungle of flowers, a place where someone could get lost in and not even know. Not that they would care.

I could spend the rest of my days walking up and down these halls, studying each silky petal and ordinate glass pot.

I walk through the streams of light that pool in through the swirls in the colored glass that cut up the dim parts of the room and walk down the first hall. The flowers and vines are planted in pots in the ceiling and they drape down the alleys in billowing vines of tiny purple and pink flowers.

I walk in awe as Harry shoves his hands in his pockets and follows behind silently, a ghostly look on his face as he studies me.

"Do you like it?" He asks huskily, I look over to him. He's walking in the alley next to me, a barrier of flowers between us.

"I love it.. It's s beautiful here." I whisper, when we reach the end of our halls he comes to me, his face empty but his eyes are showing more than he's letting on

"I'm glad you like it.. My mother planted all of these." He says after clearing his throat, walking past me.

"Your mother?" I could tell there was something in his voice. Some ungodly story behind the woman who gave birth to him. I imagine her for a second.

How beautiful she must be...

Dark hair... her sons tan skin.

"Yeah." he sighs, his back to me, hand sin his pockets.

"Why did you show me?" I whisper, playing with the petal of a rose.

"Because I think you remind me of her..." he says quietly, unsure of his words.

"I've never met your mom.." I wanted him to open up to me. I could tell there was desperate pain and chains over his very carefully chosen words. I wanted him to tell me where his beautiful mother is... because something tells me shes not here.

"And you never will." he laughs a humorless laugh. Turning to me, "But I don't want to talk about that, I want to talk about you.. and .. me." he says; obviously uncomfortable.

The words send warm currents of words through me and it makes me shiver.

Is this just a dream? I can't even tell. it's all too beautiful.

And if its one thing i know.

Life is not this beautiful.

"W - what?" I whimper, crossing my arms over my chest. His face is guarded as he takes a step closer to me.

"You heard me." He smirks, stopping right in front of me."I really care about you. More than I should for either of our sakes. And the other day was a mistake. I shouldn't have yelled."

"Neither have I. I'm sorry.."

"Don't be. I am though. Really I am. And you need to know.. I don't want to hurt you, Olivia. I want to make you happy, I think.." he trails off. I'm not sure he really knows what hes trying to say.

"You do make me happy." I breathe, leaning in to the hand that's placed on my cheek.

"I'm afraid not for long... I always push people away and hurt them. It's what I do and you'll figure it out soon enough." he huffs, with a swift movement his hands yank my hips up and I'm placed on the edge of the table, his hands find my knees and they part them so he can stand between them, his hands then finding my waist again. "But the thing is, I don't want to do that anymore, Olivia."

"Then don't." I whisper, he lets my hand go up to his face and gently trace down the very thin stubble on his jaw bone, his green eyes swimming with emotions.

"It's not that simple, it's who I am..."

I frown up at him, he looks so hurt and conflicted yet so surreal.

"I want to be good. For you, Olivia." he breathes, furrowing his eyebrows before dropping his head on my shoulder.

"Then be good." I whimper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The thoughts of escape and avoiding him all gone for good. I can't leave him that way.

He needs me and I can see it now.

"I'm going to try." he concludes, pulling back to bare his eyes in to mine. I nod and give him a faint smile, trying to encourage this side of him I wanted so badly with every ounce of my soul and heart.

Then his sweet lips are on mine...

I kiss him back like I've known him my whole life; and I would be lying if I said I felt I have known him for my whole life.

His inked hands wind in to my hair and he kisses me needily and hungrily.

Its hard to keep up at first but when his teeth start gently biting my bottom lip I catch up to the same page. Winding my fingers in his soft hair he groans in approval and wraps my legs around his waist, making me blush in the process.He pulls away for a moment to nudge my head to the side before his mouth attacks my neck.

I let out a little yelp and he laughs, pulling back to look at me.

"Lets go get you something to eat, yeah?" he hums, a lazy smile on his pink lips. I nod and he grabs my lower back, sliding me off the table his hands catch under my thighs as he carries me, my legs around his waist. I squeal and pull away.

"Harry, put me down!" I blush, kicking my feet behind him. He laughs a beautiful laugh.

"But I like holding you this way!" He chuckles, pecking my forehead. I roll my eyes and he huffs when I continue to wiggle, gently putting me back down on my feet.

We walk side by side down a luxurious hall adorned with vases of Fresca and Tulips and large oil paintings.

It was awkward.

You would think it wouldn't be but there was afoot of space between us at least and he was scowling again.

"Why are you being so damn awkward?" he snaps. I raise my eyebrows and look up at him.

"Why are you being awkward?" I snap, crossing my arms.

"I'm not! You're not saying anything!"

"Neither are you!" I point out. He scowls and groans.

I shrug and let my courage lead me to his hand which I take in my own, squeezing tightly. He jumps lightly from the contact.

"What are you doing?" he snaps again. I sigh and shake my head, letting our hands fall.

It was obvious that changing was going to be harder for him then I guessed. He mumbles something and keeps his sees on me as I hide the sharp sting of what feels a little like rejection from my face,

That is, until his large hand takes mine in his own

I smile up at him and he rolls his eyes at my excitement but I could care less.

His hands in mine and that's all I care about.

He leads me to the kitchen , swinging the door open his jaw drops at the sight in front of us.

John, Louis, Zayn, Liam, and five girls.

But only one sticks out to me.

The one he kissed not three days ago.

Well then.

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