Enticing Charm

I'm pretty warm.

That's what I notice first.

For the first time in days, I'm not shaking from the frigid cold. My eyes stay closed but my hands grasps the fabric underneath me.

It all comes back in small sections. Harry. He came for me. Then I remember being in the bright sun. And then I remember one of Harry's friends cleaning me up. Why didn't they bring me to a hospital?

I feel the fabric again.

Silk.

Silk sheets.

I have never felt more warm, comfy and happy in my life.

I take in a deep breath and roll over, my head is cradled under the softest pillow in the world. The mattress is as light as air and supports me perfectly. I bring my hands to my hands to the huge blanket draped over me. It's not silk but it's so soft it feels nearly like velvet.

This is not 'my' bed.

I have never been in this room. Certainly not this bed!

I try to sit up but my head feels like a bag of bricks. I groan and wipe my eyes. I feel so incredibly... well, for lack of better terms, drugged up. I open my eyes.

Where am I?

Sniffling I take in my surroundings starting with the bed.

It's huge! Like colossal! The blanket is maroon velvet and weighs probably more than I do. The sheets are black and silky. I twist lightly to both sides, there are a ton of pillows both red and black pillow cases. The bed itself is a four poster, brown, wood.

Wow.

The room is just as beautiful.

The furniture is all the same deep, brown wood as the bed. There are two sets of doors, both double. There is art all over the walls.

Like art, art.

Art from museums, they have tiny gold plaques underneath them with the name and dates. I sit up and my head spins lightly. I look at my once bound wrists, their covered in white gauze an no longer hurt. How did Liam know what to do?

"Hello?" I call out, like an idiot. I listen for a response and am me
t with the sound of running water stopping. I hold my breath. One of the sets of doors flies open.

Here he is.

His jaw drops, his black sweatpants are low on his hips and his chest is bare. His hair is a mess and he has blue rings under his eyes.

"O - Olivia!" He chokes and with three long and quick strides is next to the bed. I feel like crying. I forgot how much I missed him.

"Harry?" I whisper, sitting up to my full height. He stares at me like I might disappear at any moment. And then, we just stand there staring at each other for a moment. His green eyes swim. His chest heaves, I haven't seen him shirtless before. Tattoos scatter his tan skin, he has very, very prominent biceps and a nice built stomach. My cheeks flush as I marvel at his body, momentarily. "Are you going to say something?" I stammer.

His once serious face breaks in to an amazing smile. He quickly scrambles on the bed and I open my arms to him.

Our chests connect and his arms go so tightly to my waist, squeezing me nice and tight to him. I lean my head in to his neck and he buries his head in my hair. The urge to cry is deliriously insane. I missed him. So. Much.

"Oh, Harry." I whimper, taking a deep breath, the smell of mint send shivers down my back. My head swirls as I keep remembering bits and pieces of that night.

"God damn, I missed you so much." He whispers in my ear. I smile and my heart feels like its having a seizure

His chest pushes against mine and e lowers me on to my back, laying on me. Nothing has felt better. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, his head buries itself in my neck.

"I - I thought.. you weren't coming for me." I sniffle. His head snaps up, his face carved with hurt.

"Why the fuck would you think that? I told you I always would!" he asks, clearly outraged. But he had to admit. I was in there for quite a while.

"I -I'm sorry.. I was just s- scared." I shrug and pull his head back down, his arms constrict tighter.

"I was looking every minute of everyday. I'm so fucking sorry." I cringe at his harsh language.

"Why? It's not your fault." I mumble, ignoring the memory of Tyler telling me otherwise. I shiver. Scary. He senses my apprehension and pulls me closer. Carefully he rolls on his side but keeps me close.

"I just wish I could have found you sooner or not have..." He stops and swallows.

"What?"

He sighs and drops his forehead on mine.

Oh my goodness.

My butterflies sleeping in my stomach are suddenly on performance enhancers as his perfect eyes look in to mine, those lips, oh so close to mine. I swallow harshly and try to focus.

"Olivia, do you understand what happened?"

"No." I answer almost immediately. I really didn't. He chuckles lightly.

"This is a long story,maybe you should sleep. Then I'll tell you tomorrow?" He suggests lightly.

"No! Tell me now!" I pout, pulling our foreheads apart. He studies me for a few seconds before giving me a curt nod.

"The night he... took you... Um, how do I fucking..." He grumbles quietly. "The police came looking for you."

Harry's P.O.V.

How the fuck was I supposed to tell her, oh yeah, you were almost set free from this hell hole until that dick fuck Tyler took you. Well you were already taken.. so, taken from being took. What..?

"The police came for you." I watch her reaction. She frowns deeply. Poor girl. I would let her go, let her live happily away from me and this torute, but I can't. I need her and I am too selfish. I wont be able to cope with out her.

"Oh.." She whispers in her feather light voice.

"Anyways, my father told Tyler t remove you from the house, so the police wouldn't find you. I came u here when they were gone and you were just... not here! My father wouldn't tell me where he brought you, he thinks I'm becoming too attached."

Fuck, I never liked this kin of talks with women. 'I'm attached to you.' I mean I was attached to her, I was fucking obsessed with the girl. But I wasn't attached as in let me be your boyfriend. Because I never was in to that shit. And sadly for her, never will be.

Her pupils dilate at my words...

"Anyways, I just came round to beating the shit out of him when he wouldn't tell me. I didn't know he was doing it to you... what I was doing to him.."

Olivia's P.O.V.

His voice is thick and foreign. I can tell he blames himself, but I wished he didn't. It truly was not his fault. I nod, wanting him to continue.

"When he told me what he did.. what he was doing. I fucking lost it!" His voice gets higher and his eyes show no guilt. "It got ugly and he told me.." He shrugs, wrapping his finger around a piece of my hair.

"What happened to my wrists?" Then I remember the cool blade that had been lodged in to my sides. I bite my lips harshly at the memory. I sit up and pull up my ... wait this is not my shirt? I look at my bottom. These are not my pants! I flick my head sharply at him as he watches me happily. "Did you take my clothes off of me?" I shriek, balling my hands in fists.

"No! No, no, no!" He laughs and shakes his head. "Not that I didn't want to." Smirk. "I had Liam and Zayn's girlfriends do it, don;t you remember?" He cocks his head and sits up next to me. I shake my head and lift his sweater and am met by a bandage over the once non closing hole. "He gave you stitches."

"How does he know how to do all of that?" I raise my brows and pull the shirt down.

"his father is our gangs doctor, he knows some stuff." He tells me. I nod and let out a big breath. "Are you alright?" His voice chalked with concern.

"Yeah, it's just a lot to process I guess." I shrug and scratch my head and find my hair to matter and dirty. Of course Harry would be around, knowing my luck. "Can I shower?" I dip my face, suddenly embarrassed about my appearance. How long had I been asleep? Had we watched me?"

"DO it tomorrow, I just want to hold you right now." He pouts. His arms fold open and pull me close again.''

"No, you can hold me when my hair is clean." I scrunch my nose and crawl to the edge of his bed.

"Harry, no. I look awful! I need to shower." I tell him sternly, crawling out of his grip.

"Your hair looks fine!" He pouts, grabbing my ankle in an attempt to pull me back to him. I shake my leg and laugh.

"Now I know you're lying!" I laugh and shake my head I lower my feet to the ground. I haven't walked in days.

Testing me weight I grab the mattress and stretch my stiff legs.

"You alright?" Harry jumps down and stands next to me, holding my arm. I nod and take a step, my legs are already tired. I walk a few very awkward steps. "You take too long!" He groans and quickly swings me up in his arm. I squeal and clutch his shirt tightly in my palms as he strides effortlessly to his bathroom.

"Harry Styles, put me down this second!" I giggle.

"Mmm, I don't think I will." He winks at me and enters the bathroom.

Its beautiful. Big marble counter top and a deep bowl sink, a huge framed mirror, a Jacuzzi top and a glass shower next to it along with a big window above the white tub. He places me on the ledge of the Jacuzzi and goes to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out two fluffy blue towels.

He places them on the counter top and goes back in his room for a few moments before coming back in with a first aid kit, and a set of his clothes.

Oh boy.

"I need you to put plastic around your stitches, Liam said so." He shurgs and pulls out the material and has me stand. "Lift you shirt." I obey and lift if a an inch above the bandage. Slowly and carefully he peels it off and I wince as the adhesive nips at my skin. "Sorry." He frowns.

I feel light headed when I see the stitches. Their thick and I can tell an ointment or spread was glazed over because my skin is slighlty inflamed and shiny.

"I'm going to have a huge scar.." I say mostly to myself. Harry wraps it around my torso snugly and then straigtens up.

Now he's glaring?

I look in the mirror behind him at my face.

Oh my goodness.

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