Enticing Charm

Harry jumped back from me instantaneously. I gasp and my hand flies to my chest, covering my racing heart as our heads whip over to find Liam, John, Louis and Zayn in the doorway. Smug looks on their faces.

My jaw drops.

Only in my life.

"WHAT?" Harry bellows, making me jump. My face is hot and beat red as the boys snicker to themselves, amused to have caught us in the act.

"We were um.. checking up in Olivia... but you seemed to be handling her yourself." John chuckles, his eyes trained on mine. I quickly look to the carpet, realizing I'm still pressed to the wall I take a step forward and steal a glance at Harry.

One hand is on balled at his side, the other knotted in to his thick hair. His chest is heaving from lack of breath and is face still seems in shock.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" He hisses back at his friend. John raises his hands in mockery defeat and the boys chuckle. I take my hands in front of me and play wit my fingers.

I can not believe that just happened and I can not believe they caught us in the act.

"Anywaayyysss." Zayn draws out looking around awkwardly. "There's a party tonight, you in Styles?"

I dread his answer because I know what it is to be. Harry glares at his friends, emotionless for a milli second.

"Yeah, yeah.. fuck... Um yeah whatever, I'm coming. Who's going to watch her?"

'Her?'

A pang of hurt rushes through me.I glare at my bare feet.

"I will." Lou chirps, I peak smile at him and he beams at me.

"Eh, I'll stay for a bit." John nods, giving me a cheeky wink. I roll my eyes playfully at his forwardness.

"Whatever." Harry sighs, I look up at him and with out looking back he strolls away from me and pushes past his friends, leaving the room. I glare at his back when he leaves.

Well excuse me!

The boys watch it all play out and give me sad looks after Harry is gone.

"Well... I guess I should check your stuff now." Liam mutters, scratching his neck and coming back to me.

I give a cut nod and let him lift my shirt and peel the bandage off as Zayn says bye and John and Lou come in the room and mess around with Harry's stuff.

"Hmm, it's not pussy anymore.. still a little inflamed. But altogether, it looks a lot better. I'm going to come to clean it again tomorrow, but just put a new clean bandage on it." He smiles a warm smile which I find very hard to return, given the circumstances of the past few minutes.

"OK, sounds good." I tell him, thanking him once more before walking him to the door. I don't miss the lock being locked after the door closes.

"So, Olivia. You two still friends though, right?" John teases when I turn back around.

I glare and cross my arms over my chest.

I can not believe how we could play me off so coolly. Was what we had just done nothing to him?

'talk to me, Olivia.'

I recall how his tongue felt against my own and my head suddenly feels dizzy.

That was not just nothing.... It could not of been. Could it?

"Apparently." I pout.

"Oh don't worry about him, that's just how he is!" John shrugs, jumping on the huge bed.

"Well it hurt my feelings." I sigh. Running a hand through my hair, sitting next to him. Louis leans on the dresser, standing across form us. A sympathetic smile on his nice face.

"Not to be an ass... but you shouldn't expect much more than that from Harry." Louis grumbles. I notice John shoot him a glare. I sigh.

"I'm beginning to realize that." I huff.

And as hard as it was to admit, I was sensing a pattern with Harry. One that made my brittle heart ache in my chest.

"Don't sweat it, he's a fucking dork." John laughs, elbowing me in the ribs. I was becoming accustomed to the harsh language. I shrug and Louis turns the TV on and we all lay on our stomachs on the bed.

We watch TV for quite a while and I am constantly asking the time. I wonder why Harry would want to go out to a party while I was stuck in his room. It confused me how he acted like I meant so much to him and then he would pull these tiny stunts.

"So, what do you guys usually do at these parties?" I ask, absentmindedly.

"Oh, you know. Drink dance, fuck around. Regular party stuff." John shrugs.

No I did not know. I do not party. Never have nor will I ever.

"Are there other girls there?" I ask in a small voice. I can not believe I am jealous but I am. The though of Harry being with another girl at a party made me sick.

John and Louis turn to me, watching me carefully and then look at each other before Louis answers.

"Well.. yeah.." He mumbles.

A rock is dropped in to my gut and makes my insides hurt.

"Oh..." I breathe, laying my head on my arm.

"You alright?" John asks quietly. I sigh and nod my head 'yes.'

-

After we eat lunch. Harry does not return.

We watch TV, play a game with cards, take a walk through the house.

Harry does not return.

I make us a dinner of Spaghetti in which we eat in the kitchen.

Harry does not return.

John leaves after that after a nice goodbye to got the same party, leaving Louis and I in Harry's room watching some action movies.

Harry does not return by the time the sun has far past setting. Louis fall asleep on the bed next to me, his mouth parted lightly, his light brown hair falling on to his handsome face.

I sigh.

I am past mad at Harry.

Why would he kiss me, and touch, and then just disappear all day to some party with girls.

I take shower and change in to some soft, pajama pants and one of my own T shirts. Folding Harry's clothes and placing them in to the top of his hamper and then crawl in to the bed after my hair is all combed out and my teeth brushed.

The blanket is warm and sheets silky underneath me. But this bed feels empty with out him.

-

"Louis!" Someone whisper yells into the darkness. "Louis! Ge the fuck out of my bed!" The same voice hisses.

"Hmm?" Louis groans next to me.

"Out. Now! Why the fuck are you asleep in my bed?" Harry snaps, I can picture his face right now. Jaw gritted, eyes swimming and his hair gelled back to perfection. His large hands clamped up at his sides.

"Because you have been gone forever and I'm tired as shit. Quit bitching." The bed dips as Louis crawls out, a swoosh of cold overtakes me and I cuddle in to the pillow in my arms harder as the boys talk for a few moments. The door clicks shut and I hear Harry shuffle around and groan.

A shoe hits the floor, followed by a second. Followed by what be jeans and a shirt.

The blanket is lifted and the bed dips once more as Harry crawls in.

I feel him scoot closer and the overwhelming smell of alcohol and smoke and other strange smells float through my nose. I crinkle the bridge of my nose as his arms wrap around my hips.

I have not forgotten his Artic cool behavior and the second his arms settle, I take his wrists and push his arms off.

"Olivia?" He whispers. I do not respond. A few seconds of silence pass. He tries once more to grab my waist but again I remove them. "hey, whats the deal?" He whispers in my ear.

I merely shake my head, take the pillow out of my arms and drop it behind y back, making a barrier.

"What's wrong?" He snaps, ripping the pillow away. Reaching for me again.

"Harry. Do not touch me. I am tired and I am mad. Stop." I try to say in my most confident voice.

Silence.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

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