Enticing Charm

"Is it almost done?" Harry taunts from the wooden table in the kitchen. I laugh at his lack of patience and pull the ban of lasagna from the pro chef oven. Putting it on a spare hot mitt on the counter, I pull the hot pads off my hands and put them neatly back in the drawer.

"Yeah, where are we eating?" I ask, turning to face him in the hot kitchen. Thankfully for me has calmed down quite a bit and watches me with a perfect, lopsided smile, that makes my head spin.

"Hmm, here?" I smile and nod and find two plates, scooping us some food before going back to the table and handing him a plate.

I hop up on the high chair and start picking at my food. My mother would by hysteric is she saw me eating so many carbs. I laugh a satirical laugh and take a bit.

"Whats so funny?" He asks, swallowing his first bite.

"Just thinking of what my mother would say if she say me eating this much...." I roll my eyes at how ridiculous that sounds.

"Why would she? You're incredibly fit!" He winks at me and my stomach drops off a cliff, I swear it.

"I'm a dancer. We watch our figures. Well I should say my mother watches mine." I giggle, peeking a look at him. He's giving me a strange face and I can not really decipher it.

"You shouldn't laugh at that." He scolds, stabbing his fork on to his plate violently.

"Why not?" I ask, sincerely confused by yet another one of his mood swings.

"Because. You're fine the way you are. It's her fucking fault if she doesn't see it." His face is scrunched up and he glares at the table top. My heart flutters. I can't help but feel like that was supposed to be a compliment to me. Maybe not.. but it couldn't help to wish? "You do know that, right?" He snaps, his eyes coming up to met mine.

"Wait.. what?" I blush, zoning out on what he just said. He glowers.

"Do you know that you're fine the way you are?" His breath is a little ragged and he brings a hand through his hair roughly, pulling at his own roots. Clearly distressed.

I nod. I am confused about his behavior.

"Say it." He demands, leaning forward to me slightly. His eyes are swimming again. His mind stirring with whatever tornado is tearing through his brain.

"Harry -" I begin before he interjects.

"Please?" His voice is so soft and gentle it puts me in a trance. I give him what he wants. He doesn't have to ask twice.

"I'm fine the way I am." I shrug, my cheeks flushing. I am not sure I mean those words. Actually I know I am not. But for his sake, a little white lie is harmless, really.

He smiles and the kitchen gets brighter. We make small talk until the meal is over. Once it is, I take his plate. He praises me continually on how much he liked it. I don't know if he is sincere but I'm happy he would lie to make me feel better about something that should seem silly to him.

I load the dishwasher and run it before wiping down all of the counter tops and sweeping up the floor and the mess Harry made by throwing food at me.'

"Olivia, why the hell are you cleaning the kitchen?" He chuckles as i'm midway through. I wrinkly my forehead and look to him. Amusement on his face.

"I don't know." I tell him. But I do. It would drive me insane to leave it this big of a mess.

"Liar." He chuckles. I smile at the floor as I continue to sweep. Once done I follow him from the kitchen, we walk side by side and his hand gently brushes mine. For a moment I think he;s about to pull his hand away, but instead, his gently and sweetly wraps around mine.

My head snaps up and I smile at him my prettiest smile. I love when Harry held my hand. When he touched or really even came near me. He doesn't look down at me and I'm sure he pretends not to see my excitement but I don't miss when his lips turn up in a sweet smile.

Once we reach the room it's getting late and I am pretty tired. He turns the TV on and joins me on the bed. His arm goes to my waist and I lean forward as it wraps around my hips. I smile down at my lap and lean in to him very slightly.

"Harry can I read on your phone?" I ask him, turning my head to look at him. He shrugs and sits up slightly to reach int o his back pocket and pulls out the sleek iPhone, turning it on and putting the password in, he hands it over with the internet already pulled up.

I feel giddy as I type in wattpad, log in, and get my book open.

I read for a little while and Harry watches over my shoulder as I read a few chapters. Once I'm around five in, he leans his head on my shoulder and I early spasm. I love his touch. I love it and need it much more than I will ever lead on. I hope he feels the same way. Even though he would probably never tell me, I hope he does.

"What do you love about that story?" He asks, his voice is slower than usual and his head feels slightly heavier.

Where do I begin? I love it because I just love reading. And I just love books in general. But some stories just cast spells over you and this one happens to be just that. The love story and plot is twisted and gruesome, but some how the love always prevails and it stuns me.

"It's just ... beautiful." I breathe, my emotions getting the best of me as usual.

"It's fucking depressing." He hums, he sounds sleepy.

"Have you been reading it?" I ask him, turning to look down at his face.

"A little." He admits sheepishly, removing his eyes from mine. I smile down at him and am about to go back to reading until his hand starts buzzing.

The screen shifts black.

Incoming Call: Louis T.

I hand him the phone and he groans obnoxiously as he answers.

Harry's P.O.V.

Fucking louis.

He would call right as I'm getting comfortable against her. God.

"This better be good." I say in a fake happy voice. This makes her giggle. I turn to her, I love the sound more than humanly possible. I smile back and wrap my arm tighter, pushing her down so she's laying slightly under me.

She gasps lightly from the quick touch, but recovers and puts her hands on my biceps which gets my heart racing.

"Harry.. we have a situation. You may need to come down here. Right now." He voice is weird and calm. Something is happening.

"Two minutes." I snap, before quickly ending the call and jumping off the bed.

Fuck. This isn't good. It's not good. I jump off the bed and fix my shirt and rip at my hair.

I don't even want to fucking imagine what the hell is going on.

Whatever it is. It is not good.

"Harry?" Olivia's sweet voice asks as she sits up. Confusion on her pretty face.

"Somethings going on. I'll be right back." I tell her, heading to the door.

"No! Wait, I'm confused, what?" She squeaks, jumping up.

"Baby I do not have time. I will explain as soon as I know. I'll be right back for you, OK?" I soothe her and quickly cross the room. Surprising myself when I pull her to me. Her body is so soft and warm against my chest... I just.. fuck.. She does terribly good things to me.

She nods but I can see the fear rolling off of her in clear waves.

"Don't be worried. Please? I'll be right back for you." I press her mouth against mine and I would usually allow the stirring but I push it away. Not the time.

"Promise?" She whispers, dropping her head on my shoulder.

My heart is on fucking ecstasy in my chest at the stupidly simple gesture...fuck..

"Always." I promise, pulling her away I lead her to the bed. She sits down, nerves apparent. I lean down and swipe my mouth along her. Gently biting her bottom lip. She giggles like I was trying to get her to. I smile. I can't worry her.

"Hurry back."

"Only for you, pigeon." I wink as I close the door and run as fast as fuck downstairs. Winded when I arrive in the front entry.

Fuck.

Seven police officers, my father, Louis, Tyler and Louis's dad.

"Ah, good. We can begin the search. Are there any other members living here?" The biggest guy asks.

I nearly lose my shit.

Louis nods, casually.

Play it cool.

Play it fucking cool. DO not fuck this up you shit head.

The thought of them finding her makes me bit me lip so hard I could scream. I couldn't let her leave....

I can not lose her.

The officers leave us and my hands begin to shake. We all turn to Kenneth who nods at Tyler. Tyler nods back and slowly shrinks back when the officer sent to babysit us isn't looking.

"What's going on, dad?" I ask, trying to chill myself the fuck down.

"These officers came in with a warrant, started rambling about that poor missing girl." He clicks his tongue. He is a much better actor then I give him credit for.

The officer 'watching' us glares. I want to take his head slam it through the fucking wall.


"Oh, strange." I muse. I was a better actor then they gave me credit for either.

Olivia's P.O.V.

I feel myself drifting off lightly. Harry has been gone for only a few minutes but I'm tired. I hope he returns and kisses me. I miss his lips. I miss him and his minty smell.


The chains jingle and I sit up, expecting to see Harry.

What I do see makes me nearly break in to violent sobs.

What the heck is going on?

Notes

WHO IS IT??