Enticing Charm

"Humans." He says, no emotion in his emerald eyes. I frown and my hands lose their grip on his curls.

"No I mean what are we.."

"Mammals." He says, same blank and vague expression on his tan face.

"Harry."

"Olivia." I glare up at him. My fears slowly being confirmed with each second.

"You know what I mean." I practically whisper. I begin to sit up when he doesn't say anything, forcing him to kneel next to me. No emotion in his features. I rub my eyes and shake my head.

I am so stupid.

"What do you expect me to say?" I don't look at him.

"I don't know." I admit, crossing my arms over my chests. The precious heat that was just consuming me turning in to a glacier drift across my soul.

''I don't date." He says simple, scratching the back of his head, his eyes trailing my clean room. I can tell how nervous he really is. I snap my head up at his words.

"Yeah I got that." I snap, trying my best to hide the hurt. I have to admit he;s better at masking his emotions than I am.

"What did you think was going to happen? How can we ever date if you can't leave?" He presses, irritation growing more and more. Making it's presence known in the atmosphere around his aurora.

"I don't know!" I yell, glaring at him and then whipping my head back to the really interesting light blue wall, ignoring his scrutinizing gaze.

I feel so pathetic.

WHat did I think he would be my boyfriend?

I, his little pet?

The girl he changes for?

Not at all.

"Did you expect me to just change everything? I don't date and i told you that. You knew that when you kissed me." he snaps. His breath uneven underneath his tattered black T shirt.

"You told me you were going to change for me." I whisper, hoping he didn't hear me.

It's silence for a minute.

"It didn't entail that." he tells me calmly, a deep scowl on his face. The distance between us feels like its growing considerably with each moment.

"Then what did it exactly entail." I ask, my voice short and rude. Making sure to put en thesis on the word entail.

"Not dating." He snaps.

"Well then what do you want from me?" I yell, standing up from the bed, throwing my hands up. He stands up next to me, his shoulders are luminous and they tower over me, curbing some of my confidence but not enough to make me back down.

"Not to be your boyfriend!" He sneers with a furious glare. Something inside hurts from his words. But he doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing me sad. It only comes out as anger.

"Why? Why is it so hard? Because you'll feel less of a man if your stupid party buddies find out your 'tied down?'" I yell, using exclamation points on tied down as I raise my voice.

"That has nothing to do with it!" He yells in disbelief.

"Oh I get it! So you can sleep with other girls and not feel bad about it!" I scream even louder.

I have to say.

Knowing Harry gave me wings.

Never in my wildest dreams, before meeting him, would I picture myself yelling at someone else. Especially not someone whom looked as intimidating as him. he was this punk and I was a little flower, half his size and as scary as a candy cane. It was probably a funny sight seeing me yell at him.

My parents would be so distraught if they saw me scream at someone like this. It was so unladylike. Niall would even be surprised. I never acted out like this.. but there was something about Harry that just made em want to cry and scream and run in a field of flowers all at the same time.

Healthy, I know.

"You're being fucking crazy!" He yells back, taking a step closer. His eyes dark and his face hard and unreadable.

"No! I'm calling you out and you can't handle it!" I scream back. He scoffs and rolls his eyes rudely before turning to leave. "Good! Go, go be with other girls. Go be wiht that fake blonde! I could care less!" I yell after him, turning around I kick my dresser.

Big mistake.

I let out a terrible scream and nearly fall over as a wash of pain makes me see little black dots in my vision.

"OLIVIA!" He yells, clearly mad.

He hurries to my side and tries to pick me up but I shove him away. I feel like it's hard to breathe and every move of my foot hurts like... bad.

Hot tears stream my face and I let out a scream through my closed mouth as I dare not to look down at my foot. Bad injuries made me queasy.

"Let me fucking help you!" He yells, reaching for me again.

"Get away from me!" I screech, slapping his hands. The pain and anger sending me over the edge as I try to breathe. "i can't stand you!" I scream through my closed mouth and slam my fist down on the top of the dresser. The pain taking over my words and brain.

"Let me fucking help you!" He screams, grabbing my wrists he swoops me up and sits me on the edge of the bed. I hold my foot out and grab a pillow, burying my face in it, hot tears flooding. "This doesn't look to good."

"Yeah no kidding!" I scream through the pillows.

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"I don't think it's broken, just keep that ice on it." Harry instructs, handing me the ice pack. I snatch it from his hands and gingerly lay it on my foot.

I let out a shaky breath, Harry reaches for me and I quickly scoot away.

"Olivia.." He breathes, trying to cup my face. I'm still mad at him. Even though it's a few hours after our scream fest I'm still so mad at him.

"I think you should go now.." I tell him, my voice sounding nothing like my own as I keep my eyes on the floor.

"Please don't make me leave." he pleads, taking my hand in his own.

"Your giving me serious whiplash and I honestly need a break from it." I snap, swallowing back the tears. Silently begging him to stay with me.

Please ignore me, Harry. I need you to stay. I'm so lonely.

"A -alright." He stammers, his hand leaving mine he stands up and starts towards the door just as the first tears fall. Quickly he turns around, walks back to me, leans down and brushed the tears away.

"Sweet dreams, pigeon." he whispers before leaving a big kiss on my cheek.

Then hes gone.

I groan in frustration as the tears start wracking my body.

A feeling of sheer hoplessnes overwhelming me.

Honestly whats the point anymore?


Niall's P.O.V.

Theres no way.

Theres no way that was her phone case.

I just was imagining it.

I shake my head and slam my fists in to my eyes, rubbing roughly, trying to un-see the image of that guy shoving the gold case in to his pocket.

It couldn't be. She didn't even use her o,d case anymore. I pull my phone out and go to my gallery to the last picture of us.

It's us laying on her bed after we painted her room with the glow in the dark paint.

The memory of how beautiful she looked that day hurts

That is until I look to the top of her pillow where her phone lay as we posed for the photo.

A gold iPhone case.

She had that case the day she disappeared.

And that guy had it.

I nearly lose my shit.

I jump off my bed rip my jeans off, replace them with black joggers and pulls a black hoodie over my head and stuff my feet in to my sneakers before rushing out my bedroom door.


"Niall, honey, where are you going?" My mom calls me from the dining room but I ignore her and run out the front door.

Running like never before I rush down the lawn and down the street, turning my phone on silent I run back down the street where I saw the guy the other night.

Grateful for it being dark out I run down until the huge brown house come sin to view.

OK, now what, genius?

I make my way stealthily to the side of the house where the lights turned off and peak in through the glass feeling stupid.

What the hell do I do?

What if I'm wrong and I get caught?

What if I'm right and he hurts her?

I ball my hands in to fists.

I need to do something.

Crouching down in to the bush next to the house, I keep my watch on the door of the house and pull my cell phone out and scroll down to the right contact before shooting a text.

To:Uncle Jay

I need your help, man... Text me right when you see this.

I shove my phone in to my pocket and jump as a car pulls up in to the drive way, thankfully not seeing me as a group of four boys jump out.

One with tan skin and black hair, one with a brown hair that's shaved in to a buzz cut, the next with light brown hair that's all wispy and finally a blonde one. The guy with her phone case not there.

Does he even live here?

I groan in frustration as my phone vibrates.

From: Uncle Jay

Hey, bud. With what? Whats going on?

To:Uncle Jay

Not with what. With who....

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