Enticing Charm

Harry gently sits me on the edge of his bed and goes to his dresser and rummages through his belongings like a maniac, his curls in dismay as his clothes get tossed all around his beautiful room.

My body still shakes lightly and my breath is still running from me but it has gotten better from his simple touch.

He comes back in the next second and shakes two pills in to his hand.

"You need to eat first, remember?" He coos, sitting next to me, reaching for the tray of breakfast food. The thought of eating makes me queasy right now. I shake my head and sniffle, dropping my head on to my knees as if they could hide me from him. "Olivia, you'll puke again.' He argues, his hands take my shoulders and force me to sit up, handing me the tray of food.

I sigh and run a hand through my messy hair and take a piece form the tray. He watches me eat the piece slowly and then makes me eat another and fave a few bites of cereal before giving me the pills to wash down with a cup of orange juice.

"Good girl." He purrs in my ear, taking the tray. Once it's set aside he takes my hips and pushes me on my back and lays next to me, his arms around my upper torso. I watch the ceiling as he watches me. Soon my breathing calms and my head stops pounding and I just feel so utterly drained.

I close my eyes and go limp under his touch. I just want to sink in top this comfy mattress and sleep for the rest of my life.

"Olivia?" His breath fans my face but I keep my eyes closed.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry. For holding you down.. I didn't mean to freak you out.. but it needed to be done.." He whispers in my ear. His voice cautious. I flicker my eyes open and watch his green orbs intently.

"It's fine. You should not be the one apologizing. I over reacted." I sigh.

"What?" His eyebrows knit and he scowls down at me.

"What?"

"You didn't overreacted we fucking cut you open, your behavior was acceptable enough..." He scoffs.

"The panic attack was not acceptable. I shouldn't be a baby." I argue. I was right.

"A baby? What? You didn't even do anything wrong? What the fuck do you mean?" He stammers.

"I cried!" I pointed out.

"Who gives a motherfuck?" He spits. I frown.

"Me."

"You care too much." He was not right. I roll my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me!" He snarls, crossing his arms over his chest like a child.

"I will do as I please." I snap back

"Whatever." He rolls his own eyes and gets up from the bed, walking to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

I take the opportunity to get something comfortable on. harry was yet, I should have stayed in bed. I grudgingly get off of the mattress and pick up the previous clothes of his I was a wearing that lay folded on the dresser and slip my shirt off, replacing it with the black T shirt.

Next I unbutton the jeans and shimmy them down my legs. The second the hit the floor the bathroom door opens and I freeze.

His scowl deepens when he sees the bed empty, they flicker to me and grow wide. His mouth parting slightly.

"W- what. are you doing?" His voice is high and his mouth hangs open.

"Turn around!" I shriek, quickly trying to rip his boxers up my ale legs. When they're up he's still watching me. No surprise there....

Expect he doesn't have that star struck look. His mouth is closed and his jaw locked, a small smirk on his pink lips. His eyes dark and swimming.

"Why, pigeon? It's nothing I haven't seen before?" His voice is low and raspy and I would by a liar if I was to say that it didn't raise goosebumps on my skin and make my knees shake.

I think back, he has seen me in my panties once, the day he installed my TV and turned around as I changed. My cheeks flush bright red which does not go unnoticed by him.

"Still..." I whisper. My voice does not sound as my own either. He glares at me for a moment.

The with a few quick strides crosses over to me. I flinch as he towers over my frame. Swallowing the nervousness I peek up in to his dark eyes that are trained on my own.

His large hand finds my cheek and I am stuck to where I stand. I do not think I will be able to move even if I wanted to. I do not want to.

"Olivia..." He says, clearing his throat. His strong voice still deep and rough.

"Harry..?" I ask him.

He does not have time to respond because his mouth is then immediately pressed to my own. I kiss him back eagerly. His lips are soft and sweet against my own but have his usual, rough, urgency.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull our chests together, his hands go to my back and push us even closer. He moans on to my mouth and I swear it is the most erotic and sensual sound there was ever heard.

I whimper back and his lips smile. Harry's hips press in to mine and my whole body feels ignited with flames as he gently presses my back in to the wall behind my, pinning me in place.

The perfect lips leave mine and his head nudges mine to the side so the same mouth can attach itself to my neck. His lips leave wet kisses down my skin and all of the air is stolen from my lungs as our bodies mold together in a perfect unison.

one large hand slides down my side as his cool tongue trails down my pampered skin at the base of throat. The hand cups my thigh and jerks my leg around his hip. I gasp and he smiles.

I do not know what I am doing. I am not this girl. I never have been.

But Harry is something else. Something else entirely. And I craved every ounce of him at every second in every day.

I was not ashamed to admit it.

A hard bulge under his jeans presses in to the space between my hips and I nearly scream as hot waves of something perfect rush for me. His teeth graze my skin and gently nip but I do not stop for the pain is an exhilarating one .

"This is all from you, baby." He whispers in my ear as he gently takes my earlobe in between his teeth. I scream mentally as I chase my breath. his words do things to me. Bad things. I do not respond just lean my head back on the wall and close my eyes. My fingers creep up on his neck and when I feel his hair on my fingertips I wind my hands in it mercilessly.

The dark curls that are always pushed back with a light gel are soft on my skin and he groans when I pull them.

"Fuck.. talk to me, Olivia." He moans in my ear before returning to my neck, kissing and licking and biting the skin without an ounce of gumption.

"Harry.." I breathe. His hand creeps down my thigh and lands on my butt, squeezing gently I whine again. The other hand cups my face gently, angling my head for his own use. These feelings are so incredibly foreign and strange I am not sure about how to go about it all but I do know I do not wish for it to stop. The tightness in his jeans rubs against me once more causing shocks to go through my stomach. He presses me tighter to the wall and pushes his chest more in to mine.

I pull his hair so his head angles back to mine as I reattach out mouths. His lip ring is cool on my own and it makes everything feel just that more intense. His mouth opens lightly on mine and I copy his actions.

His tongue slips in to my mouth and I nearly lose my cool right here against his wall in his beautiful bedroom.

I have never kissed someone like that before.

But as I said.

Harry was something else in entirely.

My own freezes as his explores my mouth greedily, tasting of his sweet mint and something else sweet that I can not seem to put my finger on.

Before I can copy the actions he puts on my mouth, I hear a click and someone clearing their throat.

"Umm?" Someone chuckles in the door that has just swing open.

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