Enticing Charm

"What?" He sputters.

Oh gosh.

My face turns red and his face displaying how baffled he is.

Play it cool! I clear my throat and shrug, turning my face.

"Did you just call me beautiful?" He chuckles, running a hand through his mop of hair.

Why did I seriously just say that? He probably thinks I'm so weird!

"No." I lie, saying the first thing to come to mind.

NO? He just heard you, you dip! I mentally face palm.

"Olivia?" His voice suddenly closer.

"Hmm?" I ask nonchalantly, keeping my head turned.

"You aren't lying are you?" He chuckles, his voice deep and raspy. I swallow.

"Absolutely not." I lie terribly.

"Mmm." He hums in my ear. A shiver runs down my back as his head gently leans against the side of mine. His hand takes my hair and pulls it back, exposing my neck. "You sure about that? Because I have ways of making you tell the truth, you know." His breath is hot and it fans my neck as his nose glides along my jaw bone. My entire body feels numb as his touch puts me in a trance. My heart races like a hummingbirds wings as his words spill from his words.

They aren't dirty but they make me blush fiercely. Harry's hand lands on the small of my back and the other on my knee. I swallow a tight air bubble, and close my eyes tightly.

"I am not phased in the least." I choke out. Yes you are. His laugh rings through the white room, his hair tickles my cheek lightly. My whole body is no longer up to my device as his large hand squeezes tightly on my knee cap.

"You should be, pigeon." He whispers, his voice is husky and seductive and it makes me yet again shiver.

The pad of his finger find the bottom of my chin and he gently pulls my head to face him. His eyes seem to glow as he stares me down. I blink a few times and just let my eyes flutter closed.

I wait as I feel his breath get warmer as his own head draws closer and finally connects to mine.

His lips are eager and soft and move with mine sweetly. A deep rumble comes from his throat and I kiss him back happily. He pushes his head in to mine more, pressing our lips harder together. His arms wrap snugly, pulling me closer with one swift yank. I gasp lightly and he pulls away for a second to chuckle. I blush and bow my head, covering my red cheeks. This makes him laugh harder.

"Stop laughing at me!" I pout, stabbing a finger in to his abdomen, trying my best to squirm out of his reach but he just hold me tighter.

"I'm beautiful; I can do whatever the hell I want." He says with a cheeky smile. I roll my eyes and his mouth is on my neck, leaving light pecks that make my head spin. My arms find their way to his shoulder, pulling us closer together. His hands unwind from me and land on my hips, pushing gently, he presses me down on to my back.

I gulp and frown up at him as he leans over me, smiling menacingly and his hands rub softly up and down my sides. With out breaking eye contact he lays on me gently and reattaches our mouths.

His right hand cups my cheek, angling my head more so he can kiss me harder. My head spins with his mint smell and my heart races from his simple touch.

His smooth and cold tongue brushes across my lip and my lips go in to a five second paralysis as I take in what he just did. I kiss him back and once again his tongue brushes my bottom lip, his mouth opens lightly on mine.

I copy his actions and open my mouth just slightly as I kiss him back. His tongue pushes through my lips and my breath hitches as his sweet tongue explores my mouth. I squeeze my hands in to his shoulders tightly.

This was so intense.

For a moment I felt upset as I thought about our fight form a few days ago. How he had said weren't each others.

But then I have a change of mind.

If he's not mine.. then he really isn't anybodies. He is always with me. Every night and day. Taking care of me, protecting me. He's not out partying with Kristen nor is he running off when he gets bored of me.

He isn't anybodies but mine.

Weather he realizes it or not.

We have something..

Don't we?

His tongue retreats from my mouth and his eyes come back in to view. I pant lightly as I look up at him expectantly. He smiles down at me and pecks my lips once more.

"I really enjoy kissing you." He breathes. I smile up at him; proud of my kissing abilities.

"So do I." I whisper, ignoring the heat in my face and chest.

"Oh, I almost forgot." He jumps, quickly getting off of me, he sits up and I copy him, crossing my legs on the couch next to him.

He reaches underneath the plush couch and pulls out a leather book.

I nearly lose my cool.

"I grabbed this from your house the other night." He smiles happily at me.

"W-What is that?" I whisper, my eyes growing large. My heart falls in to my stomach as I watch in pure horror as he pulls the photo album out.

"It's a photo book. Isn't it yours?" He laughs lightly and pulls the cover open.

No.

I reach for it and rip it out of his hands. He jumps, bewildered by my actions. slam it close and quickly stand up; hugging the book to my chest.

"Why did you take this?" I hiss. I can slowly feel the sharp stings of my anxiety creeping in to my body. I was going to have a panic attack. I can not believe he took this. What if it had been damaged? Lost? A picture fell you? The picture fell out..

I suck in a swoosh of of air and turn form him, trying to even my heartbeat.

"I thought it would cheer you up!" He jumps off of the couch and walks up to my back, placing a hand on my shoulder he attempts to pull me around but I tear my shoulder away.

"Did you look in it?" I cry out. His face is a mix of confusion and hurt as he shakes his head no. I feel like I could cry.

DO not cry. Do not cry. What would mom say? He doesn't need to see me cry over this book. No one will. That's not fair to me or anyone else. "Take me back to my room."

"What, no? I'm fucking confused! Whats the big deal!" he rushes out. I can't read his emotions and I don't bother. I shake my head and storm away by my own towards my room. He stomps behind me. I keep the old leather tight on to my chest, my arms constricting it tightly.

When we reach the room I hurry in and go to my dresser and rip a drawer open, ripping out all of the contents I place it gently on the wood bottom and then scoop my clothes back up.

Harry sits on my bed and watches me. Twiddling his thumbs lightly.

I take the next ten or so minutes to fold up my clothes and place them softly over the book before closing the drawer and going to the bathroom.

I need to cool down.

Once in; I click the lock and lean over on the sink. Turing on the cold water, I splash a little bit on my cheeks, cooling the hot skin.

I can't believe I almost lost it.

Niall's P.O.V.

"OK, you might want to take a seat, Niall." My uncle warns. Oh god. I knew it. He called me over and I knew it was bad news. It was something on the Styles family and that punk.

"Fucking tell me!" I spit, leaning against the chair.

I swear if he touches her I will fucking lose it. My heart pounds. Please god, let her be OK.

"It's a mafia."

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