Enticing Charm

I lay in his arms for a few moments, his hands rubbed soothingly up and down my outer thighs as I eventually fell in to a very restless sleep.

Suddenly I was ripped from my sleep with a terrible pang in my stomach. I jolt up. Harry stirs next to me.

"Livia?" He murmurs sleepily. I clutch my stomach and screw my eyes shut. I need to get to the bathroom. My hand clamps my mouth and I scramble out from his arms and the sheets, running to the bathroom. Snapping and locking the wood that leads to my bathroom.

Dropping to my knees I barely make it to the toilet before my stomach heaves terribly. Once the first roll is over Harry is banging on the door.

"Olivia, open the door!" He demands.

No.

I recalled my mom saying something to me when I was younger as I heave my stomach over again.

"Open this door. Right now!"

Never let your man see you with out your face on. And never let him see you lose your lunch. She wrinkles her petite nose in disgust and shakes her head at me. And what did I tell you about crying? It's for behind closed doors...

The intense memories have me heaving again. My stomachs empty from lack of food but my body still heaves relentlessly, making my dry gag in to the white bowl.I groan when my stomach finally stops its fit. I slump over, my body shaking and silently shaking.

Ew.

Ignoring Harry I flush the toilet, and stand myself up slowly, washing my mouth out quick.

"Open this god damn door!" I roll my eyes and reach over, flicking the lock up the door flies open as I lean back over the sink to continue to rinse my mouth out. His hand winds in my long hair, raking his fingers through my scalp to pull it back gently, his other hand rubbing soothingly up my back. I release a shudder as I straighten up, a few stray tears gathered in my eyes from the burn of stomach acid. I grab my towel and dab my mouth. Harry drops my hair and lets it fall down my back, putting both hands up and down my back as I prepare my toothbrush and tooth paste.

As I brush I don't bother looking in the mirror, knowing I must look terrible. I frown on the bristles at the thought of Harry seeing me sick and nasty. But he doesn't seem to mind.

He stays right at my side, running his hands softly up and down my back, every once in a while bringing them to my shoulders, massaging lightly. Once done brushing I spit in the sink, wipe my mouth off and put my brush back.

"Are you OK?" He whispers, dipping his down slightly to be at my eye level. A few of those ridiculous tears slip down. His thumbs brush them away, his hands cup my cheeks. I screw my eyes shut again, blinking the last few tears away, letting myself sniffle. "Oh, Liv." he hums at my sad face and then pulls me in to a tight hug in the cramped bathroom.

"I wanna go back to bed." I whisper, opening my eyes to meet his emerald orbs of concern. His hair is mussed from sleep and it falls lightly on his forehead. He nods and lets me go, putting his hand on the small of my back to lead me out and back to my bed where we both crawl on. he picks up the pills and squints at the label.

"You're supposed to take these on a full stomach!" He groans, giving me a dismissive face. Dang it I must have forgotten.

"Oh.." is all I manage, letting out a shaky stream of air. He watches me as I lay back down, hugging the blanket tight to my chest, looking up at him.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to get you something?" he whispers, laying down next to me, slightly propped on his elbow. I sigh and shake my head no. The room casts eerie shadows down his tan face.

"No I'm OK. Just tired." I tell him, my voice scratchy and small. he huffs and nods once before fully laying down across from me, his head only a few inches from mine.

I want him to kiss me. I haven't kissed him in days. Since the greenhouse. I missed his lips and his agonizingly naughty yet addicting touch.

Even though our big fight the other day, ever since things have gotten bad he's been here. And I appreciate it more than he could imagine.

I let my eyes flutter close even though I know he's watching me intently.

Right before I'm pulled under, I feel the smooth touch of his fingers brushing my hair from my face then gently cupping my cheek; him thinking I'm asleep.

-

The morning came too early, I still felt sad. Very sad. But I knew that once I had some food and my pills I would be feeling better by the afternoon.

I sit up and find Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, watching TV. My legs draped across his lap.

"Morning." He says softly, watching me with that intense stare of his. I smile and stretch my arms above my head making my shirt pull up to my belly button. I don't miss the eyes that watch the skin on my tummy and he doesn't miss the blush that splatters my face from his lustful gaze. "Come on, lets go.'' He demands, picking my legs up and standing up next to the bed. I put and look up at him. A devious smirk on his rose lips.

"Where?" I inquire, sitting up.


"You'll see. Now lets go." He chuckles, nodding his head to the door. I grudgingly get up and follow him to the door. He doesn't bother putting the cuffs on me as we make our way down familiar hallways and around eloquent corners until we end up in the familiar kitchen. "First stop. Breakfast." He winks and pulls out some milk and a bowl with a spoon. "Whats your favorite?" he asks, looking in to a wide pantry. I shuffle over and peer past him at the many bright boxes.

I was still utterly blue and honestly didn't care what type of cereal I ate.

"You choose." I sigh, going back to my stool at the table. He gives me a disapproving look before pulling our berry captain crunch...

That was my favorite...

I eat silently and slowly, each bite feels harder to swallow then the next. With half of the bowl still left I give up and look up to him.

With my lips in their full pout I slide the bowl away from me and drop my head on the table.

"Olivia." he warns me, his voice and threatening. I whine and pick up my spoon as he slides it back to me. I eat my cereal snappily. Snapping my spoon around loudly. He smirks the whole time, covering his mouth with his palm nonchalantly, trying not to laugh at my acting.

"Not funny." I say lightly, shooting him a glare. He laughs and shakes his head and takes my bowl when it's empty. Next he comes back with a cup of water and pulls my pills from his pocket.

"Here." he extends his palm and it shows two of the pills. My stomach turns just from looking at them but I take them regardless, swallowing them quickly. "Good girl." he approves with a bright smile when they're gone. Once done he pulls out my chair. "Let go." I hop off my chair and follow him, as he's walking a few feet a head his arm suddenly extends behind him, his hand open to me.

My heart nearly explodes as I take his hand, blush exploding on my face. Even though he doesn't look at me, his hand squeezes mine back as I take it. His dwarfing my own.

He tows me along. I wrap my other hand around his that's still holding mine just to feel his touch. His fingers wrap gently around the second hand and I smile up at him even though he's not looking.

I don't notice that he's not pulling me towards my bedroom. That is until we end up back in the white room. My smile grows as he lets my hand go and plops on a plush couch while turning on the TV.

"Figured you would want a change of scenery." He shrugs when I look down at him questioningly.

"Thank you.." I tell him softly, walking to the glass doors I open the doors to the green house before joining him back on the couch.

I sigh and sink in to the soft cloth.

"Are you feeling better yet?" he asks, turning to look at me.

"No.. Not yet. I will though." I confirm, turning to look at him.

His face is tired yet still beautiful and youthful. His hair is falling on his forehead and alI I want nothing more than to reach out and sweep it away. His jaw bone is prominent and makes his face intimidating. My eyes wander to his lip piercing. I really did like it nowadays...

He brings it in between his teeth as I study his face. I smile at the fact he's nervous jsut because I'm looking at him.

I meet his eyes. I have noticed the lighter flecks of green around the pupils, giving them different shades in different lighting. God they look ages old and centuries deep....

Harry was an old soul. No doubt in my heart.

"You're beautiful." I blurt out.

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