Enticing Charm

"Tell me more." I plead, ripping my hands through my already messed hair. He nods once and pulls some papers out of a manila file, shuffling them in his hands.

"Multiple armed robberies, three count of rape reports, four accounts of fraud, twelve different court cases on possession... only one kidnapping.." He looks up at me before continuing. "His name was brought up as a suspect in two murder cases, and a few other misdemeanors."

"Holy shit... who was it under? Everyone int he family conjoined..or?" I pressed, taking the folder I look at a mug shot of a a man that looked almost identical to the punk who had her phone case.

"No those are all of the cases under Kenneth Styles. He's the leader or closest thing to one the mafia has."

"How many other members are in that family. The kid looked just like this Kenneth dude."

"He has one son, Harold E. Styles. And has been married quite a few times. But not at the moment."

"Did you find anything on the Harold kid?" I press. I wasn't sure if I was annoying my uncle but to be honest I didn't care. He said he would help me.

"Oh yeah, that kids a fucking animal. I found 14 cases of possession, a few arrests for public intoxication, underage drinking, 26 court cases of battery and assault. The kids been in and out of juvy a shit ton of times. He was arrested and put in jail once last year and since then he has been completely clean" He says, taking and deep breath when he's done. "The kids insane. Obviously."

"Holy shit.." I breathe, leaning back in the chair. How could somebody be arrested that many times?!

My uncle nods and looks through the files some more.

"So if he went to jail last year, he's of age?"

"Yep, 19, 20 in a few months." He confirms, handing me his file. I take it from him and study the mug shot. His hair is going every way, tattoos are all over his body and piercings litter his face. He was smirking at the camera.

Is Olivia would have seen this person walking her way she would have run the other way.

"How is he not in prison with out these charge?"

"His dad has more money than you could fill four banks with. He was probably bailed out continually. And besides, people like this with fathers like his, are well known in the court system and in the law enforcement. His father probably had his henchmen threaten the judge and jury to keep his son out of jail." He says with a chuckle, shaking his head as he pulls up something on his computer.

I suddenly feel sick and hopeless. This psychopath might have my poor girl. What if he took advantage of her? She was a virgin... what if he had -

No. Stop. I can't think that way. It will only make me crazy.

"What the hell do I do?" I groan, dropping my head in my hands.

He leans back in his chair that creaks, spinning lightly from side to side, I look up and find him smoothing his hands together like sandpaper.

"I'll scope it out first. Until then sit tight. Don't tell anyone anything. Not your parents or hers. Stay far away from the property." I nod. Like hell I was going to stay away. "Hey!" He suddenly yells, making me jump. "I mean it! If anyone of his men find out we are snooping we will both me just another case number they buy themselves out of. This is serious shit. leave it to me and then the police." He yells.

I swallow and nod once.

"Alright.."

Olivia's P.O.V.

"Art?" I question, trying not to sound to doubtful. His eyes widen, I do not think he meant ot say that out loud. He shrugs and frowns at his feet.

"Yeah, but it's stupid." he laughs a humorless laugh.

"It's not stupid. Art is beautiful." I tell him, and it is. I was very appreciative of art. Niall used to take me down to the next city over in his blue, 2007, Toyota Prius and take me to the art museum and then out to lunch. My heart craves those memories. Those are the ones I will hold on to for forever.

"Harry shrugs and huffs, not saying anything else. I could see this was a touchy subject for him.

"Can you show me?"

"Show you what?" He whips his head around. His voice is laced with what appears to be anger but what I know to be vulnerability.

"You art." I laugh lightly and watch his face twist up in longing.

"No." He says roughly.

"Why not?''

"No ones seen it and neither will you." He says nonchalantly. I frown at the side of his head. That hurt my feelings a little bit. Why couldn't I see it? It was not that big of a deal? Was he lying about no one else seeing them?

"Why can't I?" I press, poking him softly in the side so he will turn and look at me. He turns and glares at me.

"What are your parents like?" He continues with our questions, ignoring my question.

I frown, not from him ignoring, but from his question. I missed my parents. A lot. But the other part was, they were some what difficult for me to talk to.

Harry's P.O.V.

"My mom is very... orderly.. and, put together." She swallows and a very strained look washed over her pretty face. I nod, wanting her to continue. "And my father is a very busy man. He's a lot like my mother." She says, not meeting my eyes. It dawns on me hat she doesn't know her parents. Well, join the club, babe, because neither do I.

I like that and I hate it.

The fact that we have something in common. This being probably the only thing, considering the fact that we were day and night. But I don't think I would want her to change. I hate and love her personality and quirks. First their annoying as fuck and bug the shit out of me but love that they make her so different then every thirty cent tramp I have known.

And I hate it because she deserves lovey, overbearing, annoying, parent that squeeze the shit out of your personal life. She would like that, I think. Parents that were as over bearing and crazy as she was.

"Do you get along?" I press. I want to know more about this. I feel like a dick for asking about something that she obviously doesn't want to talk about, but I need to know more about her.

"Yes, for the most part." She sniffs, still not looking at me. Which is weird because usually she always looks at me. I like when she looks at me the way she does.

"Most part?" I sound like such a pussy, begging this chick to talk about her family life? I mentally punch my self in the fucking face. She frowns deeper, a strange look coming on to her face as I make her talk.

"Well me mother has very high expectations. Which I understand fully, but that doesn't make it any easier." She sighs, running her small hand through her hair.

"And you dad?" She doesn't answer for a long time. And I'm not quite sure she just didn't hear me so I wait patiently. She had shit between her mother and her, but the gold mine of problems was between her and her dad.

"He's alright." She lies, shrugging her shoulders. I glare at her. Why would she lie? I felt like throwing my fist through a wall at the thought of her not wanting to tell me something.

"Is he protective?" I want her to talk about her dad. Maybe she would ask about mine. Maybe I would tell her, maybe I wouldn't.

"Yes." She says, a small smile forms on her pink lips and her eyes grow foggy as if shes remembering something. I give her a moment to relive her memories, the smile slowing disappearing as the thoughts of the past fade in to mere wisps of fog in the back of her mind.

"Whats your favorite school subject?" I ask her. I already know she has straight A's. She's such a fucking nerd.

"English." She says quickly, turning to look at me. I smile and raise my eyebrows. "What?"

"I was sure you would say math!" I laugh at her, I can picture her in the front row of her math class, writing out equations and being praised by her teacher while annoying her peers.

"No! I am terrible at math." She frowns, admitting.

"Again, you're surprising the shit out of me!" She scrunches up her name, she doesn't like when I swear which is funny as hell.

"How so?" She demands, using her angry voice.

"Because you're a dork, I figured your personality would remain just as annoying when you were being educated." I wink at her and she scowls.

"How old are you?"

"19, 20 in a few months. How about you?"

"18, 19. Are you out of high school?"

"Sort of." I smirk at her and her eyes widen. "I have a class or two to finish before I get my diploma, but I've already been accepted to a collage so I'm not planning on finishing." I shrug.

"What collage? And why aren't you going? Schools already started!" She exclaims.

And to be honest with myself, I didn't want to tell her the whole fucking story. So I just ignore her.

"Are you going to go to school for dance after you graduate?"

"Harry, do not ignore me!" She snaps. I can't help but smile at her, she's so damn feisty when she needs to be.

"It's a long ass story. Answer my question."

"Well, yes. That's what my mother wants. There a few schools in New York I have been looking at." She sighs, leaning back on the pillows, I join her and wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling me to her slightly. I have been wanting to touch her for a while and this was the perfect way. I watch her face as she smiles and blushes. I squeeze her shoulder lightly.

"Is that what you want?"

"Mmm, it seems like it's the most practical thing to do. So yes." She nods, looking up at me, her brown eyes looking as warm and as usual.

"Practicability or passion." I test her. She glares at me, turning her eyes to slits.

"I am passionate about dance!" She insists, looking up at me again. Her body is pressed to mine and I feel at ease. Her hair falls lightly on my shoulder and her face this close to mine relaxes me.

"Could have fooled me." I smile down at her, letting her know I'm just playing with her. One thing I don't like is that sometimes she can;t tell when I'm playing with her.

"What are you passionate about?"

You.

"Nothing."

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