Enticing Charm

I am dragged across leather. Outside? Yeas. I have been rescued.

"You got her?"

"Yeah, get the front door." Harry. Harry is here! I must have forgotten. I missed him. He should kiss me now. In fact, I'll just ask him to!

Harry's P.O.V
When we pull up to the house I quickly jump out, reach under her arms and drag her off the seat and in to my arms again.

"You got her?" Zayn asks, coming to my side to put her arm on her chest so it's not leaning over. I'm nervous as fuck. It's light out and I have this deathly sick chick in my arms in the middle of town.

"Yeah, get the front door." I urge to him as I carry her tiny body over the pavement. She's loopy as fuck and it's freaking me out.

"Harry?" Her voice is rough and it literally makes my heart and stomach clench. I can't believe shes finally back in my arms. Where she belongs. I enter the front door and we make a beeline.

"Yeah, baby?" I ask her softly, trying to comfort her best I can. I feel so fucking guilty for all the shit that happened to her. Its my fault and I hope to god she won't hate me for it.

"Harry!"

"Shh, we're going to our room."

"Wheres that?" I look down at her, her face is pale, the skin on her right cheek bone bruised a light purple. Her hair is matted to her head and her lip is split. I force the anger down my throat.

"My room. Just relax, OK?"

"Harry?"

"Olivia! What did I just say!" I chuckle and shake my head as I walk in to my room, the boys trailing me. I know she won't remember any of this when she really wakes up. Her voice is feather light and her eyes wander aimlessly.

I lay her on my bed and she sighs happily.

I make an attempt to leave her side to grab a first aid kit but her frail hands take my wrist. I turn around and look down at her.

"Kiss me!" She whines, her full, yet chapped lips, in a sexy little pout.

My chest felt these weird little... flutter.. at her words. So tempting. I would never and could never say no. I smile like an idiot, lean down and lay a big kiss on her soft cheek. She pouts harder and points to her lips. She sure is something else. As much as I wanted to, I wanted her to remember. I knew she wouldn't remember this because there is no way in hell my Olivia would ask me to kiss her, she was too shy.

I smile down at her and chuckle, leaning down so my mouth is by her ear.

"Later." I whisper. I feel her shiver and I laugh and step back.

"OK, turtledoves. Let's get her cleaned up." Liam laughs and goes to her side, her eyes start to droop again and she begins to fall back asleep.

I fetch the first aid ox and return to find Liam peeling the bandages off of the gash in her side. The gash that I unintentionally caused.

I will never forgive myself for that.

The gash I can tell isn't very deep and just hit tissue and skin and is about five inches long. He cleans it with alcohol and some other medical shit. I cringe as he opens a small kit of surgical thread and a sterilized needle.

"She may wake up." He warns me before threading it and turning back to her side. The skin around it is light pink and it isn't bleeding but oozing slightly from the her bodies inability to close its own wound. He goes fast and stitches it up with accuracy.

She grimaces and whines in her sleep. A light amount of sweat on her hair line. I lean over his shoulder and breath down his neck, reminding him every thirty seconds to be careful.

Once it's done I'm so relieved that she didn't wake.

He puts a light an ointment over the stitch work.

"Here, hold her hips up for me." He tells me. I quickly join him next to her, wrap my arms under her ribs and her torso off the bed as he wraps gauze and bandages around her waist. Once done I lay her back down and he goes to her wrists. Which are the worst part.

I feel so fucking anxious. I want to yell and punch things and at the same time I want to crawl in that bed and cry in to her neck like a pussy, because I was so glad she was safe.

He takes the alcohol sterilizer again and grabs a rag. He takes a deep breath before gently wiping at the top of her left wrist. Her arm spasms lightly.

The skin before her hands is completely chaffed off from the dry rope. The skin is bloody and oozes slightly. Guilt pangs over me. All I can see is her in that cellar struggling against the strains of the rope, afraid for her life. Terrible. Fuck.... My molars work hell on the inside of my cheek.

He wipes harder on the deep gashes and her eyes fly open. Fuck.

"Ow! Stop!" She yelps, trying to rip her arm back. Liam holds it tighter and turns to me. I go to the other side of the bed as she continues to claw out of Liam's grasp. Jumping on the other side of the bed I crawl to her.

"Hey, hey. Relax!" I coo, taking her other hand in mine. She whips her head to mine, her eyes are wide and wild and watering. Shit...

"He's hurting me!" She cries. I look up and meet Liam's eyes.

"They're already infected. They need to be cleaned." He says softly. She screws her eyes shut and shakes her head no.

"Olivia, it's alright. Come here." I wrap an arm around her shoulders and bring her head in to my shoulders.

Nothing has ever felt better than holding her. I hold her arm wright before the ruined skin and rub her back as he continues to clean it.

For the first few moments she stays silent, trying her hardest not to cry. I know for some damned reason she didn't like crying in front of anyone. For any reason.

But when he keeps going her shoulders start to shake as she begins to cry in to my shirt silently. She tries o jerk her arm back a few time but I hold it still.

I fucking hate this. I am so pissed. I want to go to my gym and kill a sand bag but she needs me. I have so much in my head. I need a release soon or I'm going to lose it.

I whisper things I know she would like in her ear but she continues to cry as he cleans both arms. Once done, he puts ointment on it and wraps them in gauze. Then continues in putting a little medical ointment on the dip in her lip where the split in her lip. I hope it won't scar. She would be sad every time she saw it. She was too perfection obsessed. Not that I didn't already think she was perfect; she was too pretty for scars with ugly stories.

"She's hypothermic so she really needs to stay in this bed and get core temperature up." He tells me before getting up.


After the door closes I push her frail shoulders down and lean over her, she is more awake now but still a little dazed.

"I'm going to go get Zayn's and Liam's girlfriends to come help you change. OK?" I whisper, leaning my head on her shoulder. She sniffles and a few seconds later nods 'yes.' "I'll be right back." Pulling my head back I find her cheeks soaking with salt. God damn the fucking tears. I'm weak in the knees for this chick. "Don't cry, pretty girl." I hear myself say as I dry them.

She screws her eyes shut and then rolls on to her side, clearly exhausted.

I get my warmest sweats and a a black hoodie and put them on the edge of the bed where Dani and Perri can find them. With one last look I leave the room.

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