Enticing Charm

"There has to be one thing!" I press, glaring at him.

"Nope." He pops the P and smiles down at me, but he doesn't seem to be concentrating on this conversation anymore, and more on my in general.

I roll my eyes and drop my head on his shoulder. I felt a lot better, I must say, after my anxiety medication that is.

"Can I ask you what was in the book?" He asks a few moments later. Irritation comes over me. Why did he want to know so bad? I did not want to get mad at Harry but I did not want him to talk about it.

"No." I tell him firmly as I can muster.

"Why not? You can tell me anything!" He please, pulling me tighter in to his side.

"I just do not want to. Please don't ask again." I plead, turning to look up at his flawless face. He scowls down at me and I suddenly become aware of his close are faces are. His minty smell and addicting cologne makes me just wan't to lay down in his arms and sleep. I liked when he held me. I liked it a lot.

"You're so damn infuriating." He grumbles, dropping his head on to the head board behind us, glaring at the ceiling.

"And what does that make you?" I tease. He smiles but doesn't look at me. I shift down and lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him shamelessly. He stiffens and his hands hang in the air awkwardly for a moment. I guess he wasn't used to cuddling. Which of course makes me a little giddy.

He places one arm around me while the other drapes over his stomach and gently rubs open down my arm with his knuckles.

"Will you dance for me?"

"No." I laugh and shake my head at the silly request.

"Why the hell not?" He snaps, not keen on my giggling.

"Because I don't have my shoes. And I don't have any room. And that would be weird." I tell him as if it was the obvious thing in the world. Which it was. I was also afraid he would laugh but I didn't say that part.

"Oh, do it barefoot! And I will bring you some where you will have room!" He snorts, sitting up in front of me, pulling me up too. "Please?"

Self control, Olivia. Say no!

"I will hurt my feet and I haven't danced in forever. I don't remember any routines." I lie. Harry glares at me ferociously.

"You will not! And knowing you, I doubt that very much." he says with a smug smile.

He was right.

I never forgot my routines. Not ever. I could perform five right now off the top of my head....

"I don't know.."I mumble, scratching my head.

"What are you so afraid of? If you're so passionate about it, then you should be jumping to do it." He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I scowl.

The truth being I have never danced for anyone. Just my same ballet teacher, Mrs. Fisher, a crabby old woman who used to smack my feet with a stick if I would let them sickle. I scrunch up my nose at the memory. I never competed because I didn't have time for any other dances besides pointe and most competitions, other girls at my studio did, still did ballet based dances but they were much more 'modern,' I guess you could call it. My mom always called it silly. She only enrolled me in private pointe classes.

The though of Harry watching me made me feel sick...

I did miss dancing though... The escape it offered.

"You will laugh at me." I tell him, all seriousness evident as I stare him down. Washes of humor on his face.

"I will not!" he laughs, trying to take my hips.

"You're laughing at me right now and I didn't even do anything!" I cry, throwing my hands in the air. His laugh instantly diminishes and his green eyes turn soft.

"I swear I will not laugh. Even if you do fall on your ass. I will even clap if it makes you feel better." His eyes are dead serious and somber and he takes my hands in his. "Please? Pretty please, pigeon? I really want to see." His face inches closer to mine and I nearly pass out at the proximity. It drove me mad.

"On one condition." I warn, raising my eyebrow as he begs me with his eyes.

"Anything." He smiles a perfect and white smile.

"You have to show me one of your pieces of artwork." I tell him seriously. I wanted nothing more than to see something that he created with his own hands. I can only imagine how beautiful it would be as I watch him wager it.

"No way. Pick something else."

"Nope!" I say stubbornly. I wanted this and he wanted that. Fair trade if you ask me.

"Please, pick something else!" He groans like a child.

"What are you so afraid of?" I challenge, using his words against them. Insecurity claims his face but I keep going. "I swear I will not laugh." I giggle, using his harsh, vocal skills against him. he rolls his eyes.

"Fine." he snaps. I squeal and jump off the bed, running to my dresser I pull out my black spandex, dance shorts, and a thick black cardigan before hurrying to the bathroom.

Once changed, I fold my old outfit and it on the dresser.

"I don't know, babe, I might just be too distracted by these shorts." I jump when Harry whispers in my ear, his hands find my hips and they rubbing slowly up the front of my thighs.

"S -sorry." I whimper, being a little too distracted by his lustful words to think of a more appropriate response.

"Don't be. You look so sexy." He purrs.

Me? Sexy? I want to scoff at the idea but instead I walk from his grip and pull my hair in to a high pony tail on my head, putting some water on my hands I smooth the few fly aways with my hands. harry leans against the bathroom door frame and watches me intently.

"You look perfect, lets go." He groans as I adjust my tank top and hair again. Not my fault this was making me nervous. I nod and follow him out of the room. We walk down some halls until we come across a big set of think, dark, wooden, french doors with metal scrolls for handles. Pulling one open, Harry walks in to a huge room.

My jaw drops as I take int he scene before me.

The floors are all smooth, almost glass like shiny, polished wood. There were five huge, rounded windows on the wall to the right. The one to the left was lined with mirrors. The wall straight across had two of the huge windows.

Geez this house was gigantic.

The windows all had dull, red, velvet curtains that were half open, giving the slightly dark room a few beams of light across the floor. One crystal chandelier hung above my head. I walked in, in awe.

I took notice of a few easels in the corner of the room.

"What is this room even for?" I gawk as Harry sits on the floor at the base of of the windows, across from the mirrors. I stand with my back to him but watch him in the reflection of the glass panels.

"I used to use this as my studio. But I don't use it much anymore." He shrugs and I nod, looking back to the easels turned towards the wall as well as some big sheets of papers, a few mason jars of brushes, markers and pens. His loud clapping brings me back to earth. "Chop, chop! I'm waiting!" He say with a cute smirk. I roll my eyes but smile.

"I think I should stretch first." I contemplate mostly to myself.I decide it better and with one swift movement bend down as I reach for my toes with ease. Harry lets out a whistle and I shake my head, blush creeping my cheeks as I quickly reach out of that stance.

Getting on the floor I do my usual prep stretches.

I pull my calves and shoulders, my biceps and thighs, trying my best to wind down my neglected tendons and muscles under my skin.

I do a high kick to check for any strain, once I'm sure I won't cause any injury, I smooth my hair and find myself starring at my reflection.

I can not believe I'm about to do this.

"OK... um.... this is competition solo... I never did it.. but I learned it."

"Why didn't you do it?"

"I'm strictly a pointe dancer." I tell him confidently. He raises an eyebrow. I take a deep breath and start my stance.

"Pull up Titanium on your phone." I demand. I won't be able to do this with out music. To awkward.

"That song sucks." He groans, pulling his iphone.

"You're weird." I laugh and shake my head at his crazy music preferences.

He mutters a 'so are you' under his breath and then the music plays. He puts it down on its face and slides it forward a few feet so I can hear it better.

Here it goes.

Harry's P.O.V.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssk3xkiCBeI

It is honestly the most sensual, relaxing, and beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life.

The way her face moved emotionally to the music, the flew of her dainty, but prominent muscles in her legs. Her hair was in a pony tail but it flowed around her face none the less.

Her flexibility and aggression to hit each move was breathtaking.

I have never seen something so glorious as Olivia dance.

And I know right now I never will again.

I could see all of the hours and blisters and all of the pain she put in to it, to dancing right now, and to her blatant skill through the years.

It was so fucking sexy yet simple. I have never been so dumb struck.

She became so unhinged while she moved, her body and face finally for once, allowing those twelve mile high walls to come down. And I loved and and I craze to see it again.

That made me sound like such a fucking girl but I honestly didn't give a shit r this point.One she was done her full chest heaved under her tight tank top as I watched her, still hypnotized.

"I'm sorry. I'm usually better." She stammers, fixing her damn hair again, smoothing her clothes. Why is she always primping. Shes a fucking goddess put on this planet just to drive me mad.

"What the fuck do you mean? That was.. was....." I choke like a pussy. She flops on to the wood, I scramble up and hurry to her, sitting in front of her.

"Messy." She snaps.

Olivia's P.O.V.
Once done I feel a wash of embarrassment. He is just gawking at me, stumbling for a compliment. I missed up so many times. Oh good god, if my mother had seen that. I instantly feel disappointed with myself.

I could have and should have been better.

Damn me!

"Messy!" I snap at him as he studies me closely. Why is he watching me like that?

"No."

"Yes."

"That was so beautiful."

I nearly heave .

His words to the craziest things to me. It is silly the effect, it really it is, but right now I do not care

"Really?" I whisper, letting my vulnerability come forward, something I did not do often.

"YES!" He laughs, his eyes bright and excited. I surprise both of us when I scramble on to his lap, dropping my head in to his neck, not caring that I am covered in sweat and my hair is messy and.

"I have never danced for anyone before." I whisper in to his neck as he wraps his arms around me.

"Are you serious?" he asks, pulling my chin up so I can see him. I nod slowly and meet his wonderful eyes. Full of shock and a dozen other things. I nod and he smile even brighter, his dimples popping out of his perfect cheeks.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" He asks as he lays his head on my own, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, my breathing has slowed and our chest move in rhythm.

"Your turn."

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