Enticing Charm

When his mouth leaves mine my breath is hard and so is his. He crawls off of me and lays on his side, pulling me in to him.

I sigh happily and pull myself farther in to his chest.

"Why did you freak out when you looked in the mirror?" He asks a few moments in to the silence. My eyelids are heavy and I am tired but I would rather hear him talk.

"Mmm, I looked terrible."

"No.."

"Yes." I close my eyes and lay my head on his chest, feeling his chest hum when he talks.

"No, you looked fine." His voice grows a little more hostile and even though we are discussing me, I feel as though I should be treading lightly.

"I was full of dirt and my hair was every which way. It's bad enough you are always seeing me in lounge pants with no makeup but that was just awful." I laugh lightly.

Suddenly he sits up and I'm knocked off of his chest and flat on to the mattress.

"Whatever." I think he grumbles before getting out of bed and stomping to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. To say I am confused would be an understatement at this moment.

What was that even?

I shake my head and settle back in to the bed which just seems empty, vast and cold without him here to hold me. But I should know better, he always has been like this and as far as it seems, always will be. I frown and listen to the shower run form the bathroom for a little while before drifting off to sleep.

A soft light wakes me from my sleep, stretching my stiff limbs I find the television still on, turning my head farther, I find him laying on his stomach a few inches away, his eyelids closed tightly.

I push the heavy blanket back and get to my feet. Making my way to the TV, my fingers fumble with the small buttons on the side until it clicks off.

"Olivia?" Harry mumbles sleepily, somewhere in the pitch black room.

"I'm turning the TV off.'' I whisper, making my way back to the bed.

"Oh... come here." He replies as I jump up on to the bed. My stomach flutters at his simple words, I wonder if he will ever know the true effect he has on me. I hope and prey I have the same one. I see him sit up and fold the blanket back for me to get in.

I don't reply but crawl over to him. When I'm right in front of him his arms wrap around my waist and pull me close. His grip pretty surprisingly tight on my hips as our chest crash together. My own arms wrap around his neck shoulders which I feel now, are bare. He drops to his back, pulling me with, and then pulls the blanket over us.

"Goodnight.." I whisper, digging my chest in to him, getting comfortable.

"Night.."

-

Again it feels as though morning comes far to soon as I hear clicking. Lifting my head to find Harry texting.

His back is propped up on a pillow and he's shirtless. The brown mop of curls is on his head. He has his lip ring in between his teeth absentmindedly. My head is completely draped over his hard chest, my hair a mess over his inked filled skin.

My arms around and under his torso, our legs intertwined perfectly. I watch his green eyes as they fixate on his screen.

"Stop staring at me." I jump as he talks, still not looking at me.

"I was not staring at you."

"You were."

"No, no I was not."

I feel as though I should get up and get out of this intimate position, like I might be bothering him. but he seems phased in the least about our bodies. And to be honest with myself, I don't want to get up from him. His wonderful and enchanting eyes flicker to my own and I feel my face heat up.

"It's OK if you stare at me. I stare at you." His smirk grows and he winks at me. I roll my eyes.

"That's creepy, Harry."

"Says the girl who was just staring at me?" He presses with a snicker.

"I was not staring!" I was though. He raises one eyebrow and tosses his phone aside.

"Liam is going to come and check your stitches in a few minutes." He sighs. I nod and grudgingly pull myself of of his chest and next to him on the bed.

"OK. I'm going to go get dressed then." I sit up and attempt to crawl off the bed until a strong hand wraps around my wrist.

"What? No. You're staying in bed for the day. There's no need to get dressed." Harry says sternly, pulling me closer to him.

"I don't want to stay in bed any longer. I am sick of laying down! I wanna walk around!" I pout, trying to pry his fingers off of my bandaged wrists.

"No. You need to get your strength up, now come watch TV while I go get you breakfast." With a final yank he gets me back in the bed. Jumping up I take in his attire.

Black boxer briefs hug his lower half perfectly. My eyes widen and my throat constricts.

"You're staring at me again." He laughs and my face is red in a split second.

"Was not." I choke out.

"Yeah, yeah." He smirks and makes his way to his dresser, pulling out a pair of tight, black jeans he yanks them up his legs, followed by a black T shirt. Once he is dressed, Harry walks back to the bed and leans over me. "Be back in a few."

And with that he leaves a messy kiss on my cheek and leaves, locking his door behind him. Like I would try to leave...

I love it when he does that. Leaves big, wet kisses on my cheeks. It is just wonderful. It is immature to like it, but I do. It just feels nice. It feels like something a boyfriend would do to his girlfriend; and I have accepted that that is something Harry and I will never be, regardless of how much I wish it to be. I honestly, do not know what him and I are. But as of now, I'm alright with it.

Despite his pleas I get out of bed and hurry to the bathroom.

Brushing my hair, washing my mouth, and rummaging through his drawers, I pull out my own clothes which he seemed to have shoved in some of his drawers. I make a mental note to refold all of it so it won't wrinkle even more than it is.

I slip on a soft sweater and a pair of jeans. They're tighter than I prefer but it will do.

As I get back in the bed, Harry appears with a tray of food, followed by his just as punk friend, Liam.

"Hey." He smiles and makes his way to the bed, sitting on the edge. "I need to change the bandages real quick. I would have Harry, but he'd probably just fuck it up and kill you." He winks and Harry sends come colorful language his way before standing next to Liam.

"OK, thank you for doing so." I answer politly and scoot out of the bed, to stand in front of him.

"What are you wearing?" Harry spits after I am fully revealed.

"What?" I ask as Liam picks up the edge of my sweater and pull sit up, revealing my wounds.

"Oh my god..."

"I mean, why did you get dressed and where the fuck did you find your clothes from." Harry snaps.

"Hello?"

"I am free to dress as I please! And in one of your drawers." I shrug off as though it were nothing.

"UM HELLO?!" Liam interjects, I just realized that I had been ignoring him.

"Oh, sorry. What were you saying?" I turn to him, emabressed by my behavior from moments ago.

"Holy shit..." Harry says bluntly, follow both of their gazes to my abdomen.

Oh no.

A clear, wet, film is tightly wound around my abdomen. I had left the plastic form the shower on my stitches and it got wet.

"Oh my goodness!" I squeal, my arms start waving like a bird as I inspect myself.

"FUCK!" Harry yells, slamming a fist down on a night stand.

"We're going to have to take these stitches out..."

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