Enticing Charm

I didn't feel better in the morning. Not at all. I felt worse. I felt painstakingly bitter and sad.

Harry left to get dressed and bring me breakfast but I didn't feel like I could eat.

Whats the point?

I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, Harry stays close, worry etched in to the conjures of his face.

"Are you ready for lunch?" he asks a few hours later. We hadn't talked all day, I just laid there. Even though I had slept a lot the night before, I still felt tired and drained. I shake my head no and stare up at the window as a flock of small birds fly by. I wish I could fly... "Olivia. you need to eat." He snaps, his worry shape shifting to anger easily.

"I'm not hungry." I whisper, my attention going back to the birds outside my window.

"You're going to get sick!" He snaps, tugging at his curls. his eyes are tired and frantic as I take a lazy glance at him. He was beyond worried, but I didn't matter. I couldn't get this heavy stone off of my chest and it hurt.

I frown and pretend to be sorry but I'm not. I wont be sorry for feeling hopeless. Especially when I don't have a reason to have hope anymore.

Those thoughts scared me.

Why can't I get out of this funk?

I hope I can get my head on.

But I don't




A few days past and I'm worse. Even I can see it and so can he. He never leaves my room unless it's to get me food that I don't eat or to get a fresh change of clothes.

But I just can't bring myself to smile, hope, eat, or get out of this bed.

Sheer and utter despair, paralyzing my being.

He offers everything. To bring me to the greenhouse, to explore the house, to let e read my story on his phone, to let me see Louis and John..

but nothing appeals to me and I don't see how scared I should be until the day I decide I might as well shower.

My body hurts, getting out of bed and Harry has to wrap his arm around me to help me. Iv'e been lying here for a long time...

Once in the bathroom I peel off my clothes, lock the door and am about to go to shower until I catch the reflection of myself in the mirror.

It can not be me.

it's just not.

My breath hitches I slowly turn and look at the broken girl in the mirror.

My lips are chapped and rough and pale. My skin is tight and white, looking too small for my face. My hair stringy and tangled to my face. My eyes are red and puffy from the chaste crying when Harry is asleep.

I take as tep back and look down at my naked body.

I have always had an average body. Not a stick, not beautifully curvy. just average I guess. But now?

My days of not eating have taken a toll. My breasts seem smaller, my skin, thin and stretched, pulled tight over my bones which seem to jut out more than they should. Even touching my flesh makes me feel like I'm going to bruise.

I cover my face with my hands.

I can't go down like this.

I can not give up.

I feel nauseous from standing so long so I literally have to bathe kneeling down as I wash my hair. A thing that should be easy as heck leaves me winded. Once I manage to pull some leggings and a shirt on, I feel exhausted.

Once out of the bathroom, Harry's head snaps up, a new tray of food. He stands up and his perfect face distorts to anger.

"Come here and sit." He demands. I listen gladly, holding my head in my hands. I feel dizzy. "You're getting sick." He seethes, standing over me. I whimper and drop my head on to a pillow, his yelling giving me a headache. "You're going to eat and that's the final word." He yells again.

Get up and eat. He's taking care of you. Why don't you see that? Get up!

I hold my hand out and he take sit quickly, helping to lean against the wall he hands me a tray and sits across from me.

I pick lightly at the food. My appetite not fully back, yet my headache gone from just a few bites.

"Eat the rest." he pleads, placing his large hand on my knee, squeezing lightly.

"I'll be sick." I whine, sliding the tray back to look up at him.

"Olivia, I don't know what to do." He whispers, his eyes searching mine as if the answer was there.

"Me neither." I whisper back, a tear slipping out form my right eye. His face distorts to sadness once again and he wipes it away, scooting closer. I don't miss the oppertunity to crawl on to his lap.

I surprise him at first from my desire to be held, but he holds me willingly in the end, his arms tight on my waist as he rocks us side to side.

How do I get my spirits lifted? I can't think of a single idea. I can't form the slightest idea. How did I pick myself up in the past?

Then it hits me.

My anxiety medication.

I have a full subscription in my bedroom for my panic attacks. It was basically an anti depressant.

I needed my meds!

"Harry!" I whisper shout.

"What?" he jumps slightly.

"I need something..." I tell him, pulling out slowly to look at him, his eyes busy and swimming as he looks down at me.

"What? What? Anything, name it and I'll get it." He breathes. A wash of guilt over rides me for a moment for him feeling so upset over me. But now was not the time.

"I need you to go to my house and get my anxiety medication." I tell him, keeping my gaze locked on his own.

"Anxiety?" he asks unevenly. I bob my head. Why didn't I think of this before? It was for my anxiety and everyone knows anxiety and depression go hand in hand. That would get me feeling better.

It needed to.

"I take it for panic attacks.. but its an anti depressant. It will make me feel better, I think." I whisper to him, pleading him with my eyes.

Please say yes. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I feel so sad and helpless.

Instead of answering he pushes me down gently and lays on me, pinning his hips on mine. His arms tight around me.

"Where in your room?"


Yes.

"In the back of my top drawer on my dresser." I tell him, knowing I haven't needed them in a while.

"OK, baby girl." My heart freaks out. "You sleep, I'll slip in and get them. I'll be right back, OK?" He whispers, a glimpse of hope in his eyes as he stares down at me intensely. I nod my head and let my grip on him fall, he scurries off of me and tucks the blanket underneath me. "I'll be back soon. Close your eyes. I'll be here when you open them." He whispers in to my ear as he dips his head down slightly as he pecks my cheek. I nod and screw my eyes shut.

Please hurry.

Harry's P.O.V.

I rip out off the driveway so fast I'm sure I'm leaving tread mars in the grass but I don't give a fuck. My poor girl might have a fighting chance.

Speeding through the dark streets towards the house i have only been to once before to get her clothes I park a black down.

Please let this work. I can't stand seeing her she has been. Just dull and defeated. For days she just laid in my arms. Not a word from her pretty pink lips. her eyes even darker. I shake my head and try to forget the image of her being that way, replacing it with one of her chitternig about her cousin who lives on a farm.

Time to got to work.

I reach in to the glove box, pull out the black leather gloves and get out of the car, making sure my phone is silent, I start my way to the back gate of her house. Most of the lights out besides one in the living room. I reach over the gate, open the lock and walk in, silently letting the gate close and lock behind me. Thank god her room was on the bottom floor.

I stalk under the main floor windows and when I reach the third window I drop in to the fire box (the box built out of windows in basements in case of fires.) and peak through the window. All the lights off in her room and the door closed. I take out my screw driver, and push it in between the siding of the window and the glass itself, prying it open an inch before pulling it open the rest of the way. Thankful I left it unlocked.

Hesitantly I lower myself through the window and drop on to the floor with barely making a sound. Quickly I go to the bed side lamp and flick it on, letting it illuminate her room softly. I held my breath and listened for a second, making sure I am still unexpected by her parents upstairs.

I smile looking around. Imaging her in here, fussing over her hair or sprawled out on her bed on her phone. I shake my head.

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.

Spinning around I go to the white dresser and silently slide the top drawer open, reaching in the back my hand finds some articles of clothing.

Fuck. Was this the wrong one? I dig deeper. My hand hitting what felt like a bill and -

Yes there it is. I pull out the orange pill bottle and quickly read the lettering on the label

Forest E, Olivia.

Shoving them in my pocket I look around the room one more time.

What if this shit didn't work? I needed something else... something that would help too. I look back in to the drawer and pull out the book.

Flipping open the leather cover I find a shit ton of photos.

Jackpot.

Silently thanking Olivia, I close the drawer, flick off the lamp and hoist myself back out the window, making sure it's closed before crawling out of the Egress window and hitting the lawn I break out in to a sprint, going through the gate, making sure it's closed.

Making an even sprint back to my car.

I needed to get back to her.

Olivia's P.O.V.

The bed dips and strong arms wrap around me.

"Harry?" I whimper in my sleepy state.

"I'm here, pigeon. I got it. Do you want them now?" he whisper in my ear, his hot breath fanning my ear and neck. I nod and he helps me sit up, taking the familiar pill bottle out of his pocket. "How many?"

"Two." I tell him, he opens the cap, shakes two out, hands them to me along with a cup of water. I take them quickly.

God I hope this works.

Notes

SORRY IF I I EVER PUT LILIAN OR LILY DOWN... MAIN CHARACTER IN MY OTHER STORY.