Enticing Charm

The hours tick by, I'm tired and wan't to sleep but I'm not sure it's a good idea to sleep with green eyes coming in and leaving whenever he wants. I'm not sure if he's interested in me or not.. that way... but I don't think I should put taking advantage of woman to far past him.

I remember my cell and check my jacket pocket, gone. Figured.

A little while later the door un clicks and unlocks and he reappears. He's scowling again with another try of food... lunch I guess. He drops it down on the bed stand noisily.

"Eat." He demands. I can't help but look up at him in confusion. I'm still sort of unsure about why he would be OK with this.... I take my bottom lip in between my teeth in uncertainty. His eyes flicker to my mouth and his drops open a little. His eyes flicker down my body then back to my face. Embarrassment washes over his smooth features since I caught him staring at me. His face returns back to his mean glare. "Stop staring at me, damn." He mumbles and turns quickly, leaving again. Still slamming the door.

That didn't go well....

Frowning I stand on the bed and peer out the window, gripping the sill for balance. I have a view of the front yard and the drive way as well as the strange party shed.

It's strange, why would those boys waste an entire night drinking and dancing like crazy people? Smoking and yelling, girls everywhere. I imagine green eyes taking the hand of a pretty blonde girl and leading her away in to a closet or room. The same scowl baring down at her that he gave me. I don't like it very much for some ridiculous reason so I shake it off and sit cross legged at the edge of the bed.

Running a hand through my hair I realize how snarled it is. I need to brush it or shower, most likely shower. Getting up I go to the bathroom and peel back the curtain. There's a bar of soap but not shampoo or conditioner. A small brush on the back of the toilet. Taking it I rip it through my brown hair, releasing the natural waves. I wince and pull handfuls out with the bristles but get it brushed regardless. Double checking the bathroom door is closed and locked I turn the water on hot, not too hot though because I remember my mom reading a magazine article about bathing in semi hot water, how its good for your skin. Of course since mine needed bettering.

Frowning at the strange memory I peel off the dirty clothes and hold them, placing them on the toilet seat before getting in the water.

The tears start falling a lot sooner than expected.

I feel strange for crying...

My parents always told me to save my tears for behind closed doors, it wasn't polite to become 'disheveled,' in front of other people.... For that reason whenever I needed to cry... often.. It was always in the shower. And just like all the panic attacks under the water, I had another one. My body wracking and shaking under the semi hot liquid raining down on me.

For what feels like a lot longer than necessary; I manage to claw my way up the walls and out of the shower. Turning off the water and catching my breath I wrap the rough white towel around me tightly, gathering my hair to the side, ripping the brush through it making me wince. I always have had a tender scalp, as strange as it may be...

After straightening the curtain and wiping the mirror down, cleaning the bathroom, I open the door and the cool air nips my wet flesh. I gasp. Not from the forming goosebumps, from the green eyed boy sitting at the edge of the bed.

His head flips up when he hears the door, his pupils dilating at the sight of me in the towel. His breath staggers and his mouth opens slightly.His gaze raking, breath tauntingly slow up my appearance. Scarlet blush covers my face when he bites his lip.

"Um... yeah.." I stammer, quickly rushing to the desk I pull out a pair of panties, a bra, black sweats and a zip up. Before turning and running back in the bathroom.

I swear I hear him chuckle.

I rip my clothes on and pat my hair dry.

Why is he on my bed? Does he want to talk? Is he going to yell at me? Let me go? Take advantage of me? My mind races like it usually does. He saw me in my towel though... if he wanted to grab me he would have.

Taking a deep breath and fanning my face, making sure the bathroom's clean, I open the door. He's still here. Why?

I freeze in the doorway, unsure if I should sit or not. Not wanting to be weird or rude, I decide on walking past him and sitting on the bed, making the space between us obvious. I look at his face and catch the edge of a smile. Why is he smiling at me not wanting to be to close to him? I would be insulted if someone had done that to me.

"You didn't eat." He says in a deep voice, more of a statement than a question. I furrow my brows and bite my lip, confusion reaction, and look to the not touched tray. "Stop biting your lip." He snaps. I whip my head around and look at him. He's moved a few inches closer and is glaring at me, anger and hate in his nice eyes. I frown, blush flooding my face. Turning my head so he can't see my blatant emotion.

"Sorry..." I mumble. He sighs and shrugs, when the heat is gone I turn to him, taking in his face again. The boy's piercings don't intimidate me as much today, my eyes trickle down his arms, tattoos line them. I was never a fan of them, but they suite him nicely, I look back to his eyes, they're intense, just as intense as I remember.

"You're staring at me again." He says matter o factually. I don't say anything back. "Why didn't you eat?"

"What is your name?" I ask. He scowls at me, irritated by me ignoring him. He should be, I'm sure he's a nice boy... deep... deep down. But he won't let me leave, therefore, we can't be friends.

"Why?"

"Why won't you let me go?"

"Why do you wanna go?"

"I don't find it humorous." I say sadly, he's smirking down at me as if this is a game. As if my whole life is a game. I don't find this one bit funny.

"Humorous?" he questions, cocking his head slightly.

"Yes, well no. I don't find it that way. You seem to though."

"Answer a question for me?"

"You're avoiding everything I'm saying."

"Do you not like cereal?" His eyes sparkle.

I glare at him, upset about how this seems to be going. He laughs at me. I hate when people do that.

"Can you please go?" I ask flatly. Yet, I don't want him to leave. I don't like being alone. I hate it actually.

"Don't be a baby. Whats your name?" I'm not sure I should tell him. It doesn't seem like a good idea. I decide against it.

"Whats yours?" I press, usually I wouldn't ignore a question with a question, it's rude. But he is being very difficult.

He glares at me, really glares at me. I lean back a little back. Avoiding the gaze. Ignoring me he gets and goes to the door, taking the tray with untouched food with him, I can't help but notice the muscle ripple up his arm lightly. Wait, hes leaving.

I don't want to be alone in here. I really don't. I hate it. This room, this house. All of it.

I wan't to ask him to say but am too afraid. He's mad. He really doesn't like being told no.

The door opens and he freezes in the door way.

"Harry." He says flatly, turning his slightly so I can see the side of his head.

Harry.

His name is Harry Styles.

The door slams, shaking me from my thoughts.

-

I spend the afternoon, refolding my clothes, straightening the bathroom, making the bed, and then looking out the window. I look just in time to see Harry's friends walk up the drive way and meet him in front of the double garage, a few promiscuous girls behind them.

A pang of something bitter hits me.

I realize just how silly the matter is so I get down on my bed and lay back, wringing my hands.

Sleep overtakes me, even though I don't want it to.

I awake in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, it's hot. I crawl pull the quilt off of me, keeping the top sheet on and pull my sweat pants off. Knowing it's probably a terrible idea, yet my grogginess persuades me. Falling back in to my dream of a lazy day with Niall

Notes

next chapter in Harry pov. gonna be gooooddd!(: Thanks for the support, it's amazing<3