Enticing Charm

Olivia's P.O.V.

"OK, I get it!" Someone hisses at someone else in the dark room.

"Whatever, man." The second voice says which I recognize to be Louis.

"Quit your mopping and get out of here!" The first one says which I know to be Harry. Louis grumbles and then leaves, closing the door behind him. It doesn't take long to feel the bed dip and his stupid, muscled arms wrap around my waist.

I groan and slap his hands away, rolling away from him. The sun is now just barely trickling through the window. He was gone out at a party all night.

"Hey!" He hums sleepily, reaching for me again.

"Go cuddle someone else." I snap, tucking the blanket around me tighter, the irritation for him growing rapidly as the seconds pass.

"Why? I wanna cuddle you, Pigeon." He pouts, scooting closer, taking a moment to peel his jacket off and toss it on the ground as well as kicking off his shoes.

"The feeling is not mutual." I grumble, my eyelids getting heavier with the moment.

"What did I do?" he groans, attempting to cup my cheek until I slap his fingers away lightly.

"If you don't know then it's your own problem." I conclude, rolling so my back is to him.


We lay in silence for a long time but I can't manage to fall asleep and I know he isn't either.

I sigh and roll on my back before getting up and crawling over to him. When he sees my objectives he opens his arms and beams at me.

"Come here, doll." He whispers. I sigh and lay next to him, letting his arms wrap around me. My head landing in his chest as he covers us up. "So I take it, I'm forgiven?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Nope." I smile. He groans obnoxiously and I giggle.

"Go to sleep!" He demands, I roll my eyes but obey none the less.

-

In the morning I wake with Harry sprawled out over my chest, trapping me underneath his weight.

"Get up, Harry." I whine, pulling his hair lightly to get his attention.

"I am.." he mumbles.

"I meant get up as in get off of me." I inform him. He groans and looks up at me, glaring as he does.

"Why?"

"I'm mad at you." I answer simply. He scoffs and gets up, laying down next to me, a piece of my hair in between his fingers.

"Why?" He asks in disbelief.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" I ask him quietly. My word vomit taking control of my mouth. He gawks down at me for a few seconds, spluttering on his words. "So I'll take that as a yes." I huff, rolling away from him I go and sit on the edge of the bed. His hand seizing my upper arm before i can walk away.

"No. I'm not. Why would you think that?" He hums, pulling me back so I sit in front of him.

"The way you just acted. And the fact you acted like it yesterday in the kitchen." I tell him confidently, knowing his behavior was abnormal and not liking that it had happened at all.

"No of course i'm not... Why would I be? Look at you?!" He laughs, smiling at me a sincere and pretty smile. I blush and bite the inside of my cheek, the compliment making me involuntarily smile.

"Well you didn't even say bye to me. Then you disappeared for hours." I point out, glaring at him

"I wen't to a party." He retorts, his tone getting a little more harsh.

"Why?" I press. "Why would you do that when I'm stuck up here?"

"I was bored!"

"So spending time with me is boring?" I furrow my brows and bite my lip, knowing I'm pulling this in to a fight but I don't care. I wanted to make him sweat a little bit.

"No. That's not what I mean, don't put words in my mouth." He snaps, his jaw gritted as he tries to keep his cool.

"I'm not. I'm just trying to figure out why you would rather party with other girls than be up here with me." I say smoothly, determined to get a solid answer from him.

"Because it's what I'm expected to do. I'm a party boy. I don't stick to one girl and that's the harsh reality. Take it or leave it!" He yells, exasperated, his long fingers wind up in to his hair, ripping on the curls, desperately

"So i'm not the only girl you've been kissing." I yell back, heat in a rush of emotions wash over me. The thought of him kissing another girl at a party makes me feel like I'm about to throw up.

"NO! Stop putting words in my mouth!" He yells, holding his hands out in front of him in frustration as his eyes swim with what feels like resentment.

"I'M NOT! You said you don't stick to one girl! So either its me and someone else or you're just going to get sick of me!" I cry out, his words dawning on me.

"If you that was true do you really fucking think I would have shown you what I did and said the things I did?" He growls

"I have absolutely no idea!" I yell throwing my hands in the air.

And I didn't.

Would he have made that whole speech just to try to get something from me?

That didn't make any sense.

Harry wouldn't do that.

Hes a lot of things but he isn't a fake.

His face gets dark and he glares at me with such a look that I have to look at the bed spread.

"You're so fucking petty." He finally snaps, I can still feel his eyes glaring down on me.

"And you're mean." I mumble, still not meeting his eyes.

"I am not!" He scoffs, taking my chin in his hands and jerking it up so I'm forced to look at him.

"Yes you are. And you're irrational.'' I tell him bluntly. He looks shocked for a moment but recovers the next.

"Well you're naive."

"Fair enough." I shrug. Not knowing how that could be considered an insult. He scoffs and shakes his head, one of his hands encircling my wrists.

"Kiss me." he demands. His green eyes searching my face for signs of rejection. But little does he know he won't ever find any when it comes to him. I furrow my brows and bite my bottom lip, deciding if it was a good idea or not.


Not being a very rational creature, I let out a breath before leaning my head closer to him, not having the guts to look him in the eyes. I scoot closer so I'm kneeling in between his open legs. His hands land softly on my sides as I gently take his chin in to my hand, the other stroking lightly down his jaw bone.

"You have pretty eyes." he breathes, I look up to meet him and raise an eyebrow, obviously not believing him. I ignore the comment and go back to watching his smooth lips before gently placing mine on them. He kisses me back needily and I do my best to keep up as his hands gently slide down and up my sides. I wrap my shaky hands in his hair and he chuckles through my mouth at my nervousness. His minty ecstasy warps my mind and I don't object when he suddenly pushes out chests together forcing me to practically sit on his lap.

He muscles and cross es his legs so I can get on him easier. I try to end the kiss and crawl off but he catches my face in his hands.

"It's OK, dove." he smiles, pecking my cheek and nudging my head to the side so his lips can leave wet kisses down my throat and collar bone. I sigh and relax in to his touch as his arms wrap tightly around my hips, pushing my butt down lightly on to his lap more. I gasp lightly as I feel him underneath me. He chuckles on my skin and moves mouth back to mine.

My head swirls when his tongue pushes gently through my lips and massages gently over mine.

And then it happens..

I moan on to his lips.

His mouth freezes for a second and I can feel him smirk at my vocal ... release..

I kiss him back quickly, trying to forget the embarrassing moment that just happened. But something deep keeps bubbling in me and his tongue tastes like candy! Like freaking candy! That int he next moment when he bites my bottom lip I can't help but moan lightly on his mouth again. He snickers and falls back making me squeal as he flips me over, quickly pinning me down under his weight. He props his forearms on either side of my head and smiles down at me.

"Hi." I breathe, catching my breathe as he stares down at me longingly.

"Hi." He smiles and his dimples pop. I fight the urge to poke one but he starts talking again. "Olivia, I care about you." he says uncertainly. My insides flush with happiness and I blush at his words which probably would mean nothing to someone else but to me from Harry they made my head spin.

"I care about you too." is all I manage to say. His eyes screw shut lightly after I say it and then his mouth crashes back in to mine. His lips desperate, as if someone was searching for something. he takes my arms and wraps them around his neck.

I was enjoying myself; I really was.

But something kept nibbling on my subconscious in a desperate attempt to get my attention.

He 'cared,' about me.

What does that mean?

Are we dating?

Would he kiss other girls now that it was announced that we both "cared" for each other. I frown and kiss him back but the though keeps throwing little crumpled pieces of paper at my subconscious with notes saying he isn't yours.

And I didn't want to kiss someone who wasn't mine.

it would just lead to heartbreak.

I separate our mouths and look up in to his deep and troubled eyes.

"Harry, what are we?"

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