Enticing Charm

"Harry!" Liam cheers, throwing his fists in the air. Everyone freezes when I come in to view.

Harry's entire body becomes rigid. The tension becomes so intense that I can barely breathe.

I glance back up to the blonde whos gaze is so fierce I quickly look to the ground.

"Oh, hey, Olivia.." Liam adds, being the polite one I knew him to be. Regardless of how crazy and rude his friends were.

I give him a little wave until everyone's gaze moves to out hands. Harry's hand suddenly rips out of mine and he crosses the room, leaving me dazed in the door way.

"What are you guys up to today?" Harry asks like nothings wrong.

"Party tonight, you?" Zayn says, a smirk on his mouth as he looks back over to me. I frown and look to Harry, the blonde still glaring at me.

"Nothing, I'll stop by." Harry says. Something pangs in to me.. what was he doing? Why is he being so cold with me all of a sudden?

"You look really familiar." One of the girls says, squinting at me.

She recognized me. It's not doubtful, my face was on the news since I was taken. Before I can say anything Harry budges in.

"Shes from out of town." he snaps, going to the fridge and pulling a beer out, opening it and taking a swig.

"Girlfriend?" The blonde smirks, cocking her head and smiling at Harry a fake smile.

"No." He scoffs.

Ouch.

Louis gives me a sympathetic smile

"Is she wearing your shirt?" The blonde laughs meanly, taking in the black hoodie.

"Yeah, she is, jealous, Kristen?" Liam smirks at her and Harry glares at Liam.

"Not at all." She sniffs glaring at me. "We're heading out, are you all coming? Olivia, you should come out with us." She asks and then turns to me.

I take in her red crop top, heels and forty pounds of makeup and blonde extensions. This was the type of girl Harry went for? I felt like a child in a room of adults.

"Shes busy." Harry snaps. "Lou, take her to her room. Let's go." He growls. Throwing the bottle away, Kristen, her friends, Liam, Zayn and John follow him. He doesn't say another word to me. Doesn't even look at me...

Ad with that Lou and I are alone in the kitchen.

"Whats his problem?" I ask shrilly, glaring at the bottle he left behind.

"Who, Harry?" He asks, pulling some food from the cabinet and fridge.

"Yes..." I say with a huff.

"Where do you want me to start?" He laughs, gathering the food and ushering me from the kitchen up to my room. Once up there we plop on the bed and turn the TV on and start eating whatever it was he grabbed for us. "What did he do?" He asks after the commercial comes on.

Ignored me. Lied to me. Said I'm not his girlfriend. Didn't make me his girlfriend. Didn't say bye to me. Left me here. Made me believe him. Continually kissed and dissed me.

"Just disappointed me, I guess." I shrug, looking up to the sun shining in to my window.

"Join the club." he chuckles, tossing a pretzel at my head. I roll my eyes and cuff his head. Which just leads to him mussing my hair with his knuckles.

-

"Liv." Louis pushes my shoulder gently. I groan and roll away from him on the bed, covering up my head in the blanket, sleep attempting desperately to take my back under. "Olivia!" he chuckles, tickling my sides lightly. I groan loudly and roll over, looking at him. We're laying the long way in my bed, him sleepy eyed and over the quilt.

"What? What time is it? Wheres Harry?" I pout.

"It's late... And i'm sure he's still partying.." He tells me sympathetically.

"Oh.." Is all I say.

"Do you want me to stay the night? I'm about to fall asleep." He say with a yawn.

"Can you please stay?" I ask him quietly. I didn't like being alone in this bedroom, it made me feel uneasy and I didn't sleep well.

"Yeah, sure." He says with a sweet smile. I smile back and peel the blanket back so he can crawl under. He tosses me a pillow and I stuff it under my head, after the TV's turned off we lay in the dark silence for a while.

"Louis?" I whisper, looking over to where he lays a few inches away.

"Hmm?"

I swallow and let out the breath I was holding, playing with the thread on Harry's sweatshirt.

"Do you think I'll ever get out of here?"

Harry's P.O.V.

God these people are so fucking annoying. Honestly. Why am I here. I groan and lean back on the couch. Stupid ass grocery girl keeps dancing in front of me but I don't look at her. Shes fake as fake can get.

Olivia isn't fake. Shes natural and beautiful. She got to be the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

And that's something because I don't throw the B word around because once you call women beautiful they freak out.

Its weird.

I wonder if Niall thought she was beautiful? Of course he did he has eyes, dipshit. The though of Niall ogling her from a far makes me green with envy. With out think I pull out her cell phone from my pocket and flip it over in my phone. The case is gold and fulls of little sparkles and gold rocks and shit.

I put in her password and ignore the texts still rolling in from Niall and go to her picture gallery.

The last one was two days before she was taken, its pitch black and when I look closer I can see what I think is glow in the dark paint on a wall. The paint displaying..

Olivia
+
Niall

Ignoring the jealousy I flip to the next picture of a blonde haired boy smiling in front of a mirror, a beautiful and smiley Olivia at his side. His arm around her as they pose for the picture. I memorize his face and flip to the next photo of the boy who must be Niall standing on a slide, towering over the camera like hes going to jump on her.

I flip to the next and find Olivia wearing a pretty, black, lace dress. Niall standing next to her in black dress clothes, him smiling down at her.

It doesn't take anything to tell how much he loves her by the way he smiles at her.

Niall's P.O.V.

Back down Charles St. I came down to the richer part of town, my feet hurt like you wouldn't believe and my abdomen is on fire but I keep going.

I'm not doing to hot.

It's been almost three weeks.

I swallow the lump in my throat and start jogging harder.

I head down in to the more woodsy parts, my black joggers and navy shirt already coated in sweat.

I think she would be proud I'm running again.

Then again, the only reason I'm doing it was because my mom was right about to ship me off to the looney bin...

Bur how could anyone blame me?

I missed her desperately and insanely.

I feel empty and lost and helpless.

Someone could be hurting her... I shake my head and push my legs harder. I can't think that way. I need to stay positive. I have to.

For her.

I jog past a drive way and see a group of people getting out of a set of black SUV's.

One of the girls yells to me something in her drunk stage, I roll my eyes and keep jogging until my eyes meet one of the guys driving.

He's full of tattoos I think. I cant tell because its some where around two in the morning and it's dark as hell.

He stops when he sees me, ignoring his friends trying to corral him inside. But the guy just glares at me. Like fucking glares like an animal.

Freak.

I shake my head and keep on going, right before they are out of my eye range I spot a flash of something sparkly and gold in his hands.

An iPhone case.

Notes

shit. is. about. to. go. the. fuck. down.