Enticing Charm

"Oh my gosh.." I squeal, walk past him and walk to my reflection.

My face is covered, and I mean covered in smears of what looks like a mix of blood and dirt. Another smear of the shiny medical ointment is smeared on my upper lip where a huge cut slices the top lip and goes to my nostril. I have a bruise on my cheek bone and a small one under my right eye. My hair is dirty and oily, matted to the back of my neck. I can only imagine the bruises on my body....

I can not believe Harry is seeing my look like this!

"g - get out!" I stammer. His face that was once flirting, mad and now surprised?

"What?" He asks, furrowing his brows. I slap my hands to my face, embarrassed....]

"What! Whats wrong?" He yells, rushing to my side, attempting to peel my hands away. I swat at him and step back.

"I look like a monster! Goooo!" I squeal and step back.

"You look fine, what the hell is the deal?"

"Harry! Out!" I snap, dodging his grasp. He groans in frustration and storms out, slamming the door. I lock the door behind him and turn on the bathroom fan and walk to the stall.

I am so beyond embarrassed. I look terrible and I let him kiss me while I was all dirty and gross. Not to mention all of his friends saw me. I groan and peel his sweater and sweatpants off of me and fold them up before placing them on the counter top.

Not to the shower.

I reach in to the beautiful, spacious, glass, floor to ceiling shower and turn it on. Two shower heads spurt steaming water immediately and I jump in.

The cut on my lip sting under the harsh spray, so I cup water in my hands and splash it on ym face lightly to wash the dirt.

By the second my skin is under the waters flow, I look to my feet and watch the dirt swirling in to the drain by my toes.

I could cry. literally.

It was so inappropriate for him to see me so disheveled.

Olivia, fix your eyeliner, Niall will be here any minute!

You dress is far too short for this occasion, we need to get you changed!

Olivia, stop picking your fingernails it's rude to our guests!

Stand up straighter!

Niall don't look at her yet, her hair is a mess!



Perfection was not welcomed in my life and home.

It was demanded.

Poise and grace were never to be lost.

A few tear drops fall, I am being a baby, but this will probably be the last opportunity I have to cry until my next shower where the door is shut, separating me from any embarrassing breakdowns in front of Harry. Better to get it out now VS later. Right.

I clean and scrub every inch of me.

I have to use his guy shampoo and conditioner but it's not so bad; at least my hair isn't a rats nest.

Once finally done I open the glass door and step in to the room and wrap a towel on my hand and under my armpits.

My face is now clean but slightly flushed from the heat of the water. I don't ever do this, but now was crucial.

I drop my towel and grimace at my naked body in the mirror, turning around I take in the bruises around my skin.

The most prominent marked spot is my back which is stiff. I sigh and quickly cover myself with my towel.

After my skin is dry I pad over to his clothes, a pair of black boxers lay over a black T shirt. Oh my goodness. I blush and drop his boxers... It thrilled me yet terrified me, the idea of me wearing his rocker clothes.

I slip the T shirt over my head. I do not have a bra... Ugh. I slip the boxers up next. No panties either. Seriously?

I use a spare brush on the counter and rip it through the long, wet, tangles. I check my appearance once more. I know the cut will leave a scar as well as the stab wound. Not good. I frown at my reflection, tidy his bathroom for him out of habit and then make my way back to the bedroom.

The room as all black besides the glow from a TV across from the bed.

"Harry?" I whisper, he lays on his back, hands behind his bed, ankles crossed. I can not tell if he is awake until his head snaps up and he looks at me.

Harry's P.O.V.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Like.. fuck.

"This is going to leave a huge scar." The words keep replaying my mind as she frowned at her own body. The chick made me bat shit crazy. I knew she would whine about it, but I didn't want her to...

Did she not see how gorgeous and sexy and just... well, beautiful she was!?

I hated how she reacted. Yeah her face had some shit on it, but she still looked great! And besides that, she was like, what.. afraid for me to see her not all dolled up? I haven't seen her in makeup but I'm positive she looks better with out it.

It was so fucking infuriating! Why would a little white scar on her lip make her any less fucking perfect?! Honestly. Damn....

She takes a long time in the shower and I grow impatient. Why can't she get out here? I just want her to come lay by me again, I haven't held her in days. I needed to hold her to me again.

"Harry?" The voice sends rushes of fucking tingles in my body. Tingles?! I am a man I don't get fucking tingles!!

Damn her..

Then I see her in my clothes. Good god.. I suck on some air and choke a little bit.

"Come here. Right now." I beg, kneeling on the edge of the bed, opening my arms. A shy and cute smile graces that mouth of hers and she slowly, much too slowly, makes her way to me.

She stands next the edge of the bed and looks up at me, batting her lashes. Fuckk... She makes me want to do bad things...

I wrap my arms around her and waste no time in pulling her up by her elbows and laying her on her back. Her chest rises and falls perfectly. God damn. No bra. I swallow hard and pretend not to notice just her body in the same room as me turns me on.

"Hi.." She breathes and her sweet, flowery smell fucks up my train of thought.

"Hi.." I chuckle and lay my forehead on hers, holding her sides gently, appreciating her womanly curve. She stares me dead in the eyes. "Do you need anything? Are you hungry or thirsty?"

She shakes her head no,

"Sure?"

She shakes her head yes.

Olivia's P.O.V.

His hands un-clench and clench softly in to my skin, his hips pressed tightly to mine, a lump grows in my stomach.

"I really, really, missed you.." I whisper, looking up at his reaction.

He smiles.

I died and came back to life.

"I really missed you." He whispers back, the dark blanketing us perfectly. He pushes her head to the side and brushes his nose along my cheek. His hands slink to mine and his fingers intertwine with my own, he gently pushes my hands above my head, his eyes full of lust as he stares me dead in the eye.

My chest heaves along with my breath.

Then his mouth presses to mine.

My heart explodes, it has been long, too long. His lips aren't rushed or harsh, just slow and so soft.

Dare I say, passionate?

Our lips move slowly and softly in sync and it is the most blissful feeling in the whole universe.

His hands squeeze mine once before he releases them. One hand goes to my cheek, cupping osftly, the second's arm wraps around my waist. Pulling my chest closer.

I wrap my arms around his neck like he had shown me had to do.

He ends the kiss but keeps his lips lightly hovered above my own.

"I missed kissing you. And holding you."

All I can do is nod. My body is on fire and everything feels so right even though I know in my brain it should feel wrong....

harry was keeping me here, from my life, my friends and family, from my future and destiny.

And I would never, and could never hold it against him.

Notes

short tonight, buussy sorryy