Enticing Charm

"What do you want to eat?" He asks as I sit down on one of the kitchen stools. I shrug and look the table top, still embarrassed to meet his green marbles.

But I feel his gaze so with a sigh I look up at him. His ripped, black jeans and dark, navy t shirt as he leans against the counter.

His cheeks still lightly flushed form our.... activities... moments ago.

Flashback.

His lips are minty and soft on my own and it feels better than perfect. His hands hold my sides tighter and his tongue wipes along my bottom lip gently. I squirm on his lap and he smiles on my mouth at my awkwardness.

With a swift, fluid, movement he has me on my back and is gently hovering above me, our lips still pressed together.

He takes my hands in his own and gently ins them above my head as his lips keep their steady pace. His tongue slipping through my lips with ease to massage against my own.

A deep rumble sound through his chest and he presses his hips tightly against my own making me whimper on his mouth. But I let him continue on his bodily assault on me.

Harry's teeth gently nibble on my bottom lip and I stifle a moan as he gently rubs his up and down, causing a distinct friction in my.. area.

He pulls back for a moment and kisses my cheek before leaning his head in to the crook of my neck, rocking his hips once more. I let out a small gasp as his right hand slides down to my thigh and jerks my leg up so it's hooked around his hip. He seems pleased by my reaction so he moves his hip against mine once more.

"H -harry!" I whimper, fisting a handful of his shirt on his back. His breath fans my neck and he leave gentle pecks as his bottom half continues to move on me.

"Relax, Pigeon." He breathes. My breathe hitches as the next rock is slower but he presses down harder.

A very, strange, and foreign feeling rumbles in the base of my stomach.

I make a small whine as his hands find my lower back and press our chests together tightly so my back slightly raises off of the mattress in the process.

"Ah, fuck, Liv..." He groans, his hips still rocking on my own. I can feel him through his boxers and it is so strange. I am not sure what to make of the situation.

I like it.

But I shouldn't!

I bite my bottom lip, trying to release another moan and he senses it.

"Are you OK, babe?" He hums, kissing the spot under my knee. I give a curt nod and he doesn't push it. Moments later his hips begin to get slower and his right hand clutches my thigh that is still over hip. His fingers clutching my skin as his breathing gets harder. I wrap my arms around him and hide in the soft skin on his throat, the feeling in my tummy growing stronger.

I do not try to hide it again and moan lightly in his ear. Pulling his curls lightly as the feeling intensifies. His ..part .. is pressing in to me between my legs in the most inviting way.

Harry's P.O.V.

I continue to rub against her, my dick hard as fuck as she buries herself in my neck.

I clutch on her full thigh as a release from the pressure.

Then she moans in my ear. That just about does it for me as I practically explode. I groan and let more of my weight fall on her.

Her frail body under mine, trembling slightly. Her full chest rising and falling perfectly under my chest.

"Are you OK?" I breathe, trying to clam myself. She was so god damn sexy. I couldn't deal with it.

I meet her pretty brown eyes. She nods. But in all honestly she looks shocked. I am too. I was expecting her to stop me earlier.

"Let's go get you some food, yeah?" I ask. She nods and looks away from me as I get up and go to my dresser.

Olivia's P.O.V.

He pulls out another pair of black boxers and then begins to peel his off. I quickly slap my palms over my eyes as I sit on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing!" I snap.

"Changing my boxers." He laughs.

"Yes, I know. Why?"

"You made me come in them, Dove." I cringe and my face flushes.

"Why right in front of me?" I mumble, extremely embarrassed with the whole situation.

I listen to his feet pad over but I do not remove my hands from my face.

He does that, taking my wrists, he pulls my hands away. Now dressed in new briefs. His large hands curl under my knees and he pulls me to his torso, where he forces my legs around his waist as he picks me up. I lock my ankles and wrap my arms around him, laying my head on his shoulder as he walks.

"We all can't be as shy as you." He chuckles. After he places me on the counter in the bathroom he gives me some of my own clothes and leaves me to change.

End Flashback.

Harry winks and I quickly look away again, hoping he misses that stupid smile on my face.

"I'll just get some breakfast shit." He tells me, a smile in his voice. I nod and watch him intently as he fries some eggs and bacon.

The way his eyebrows knit together lightly as he concentrates. The way his pushed back curls will every once in a while fall on to his forehead. Even the muscles flexing with each stretch through his thin T shirt.

"Staring is not polite." He teases in a singsong tone. I flush. He is not even facing me but seems to know my every thought and movement.

"I am not staring!" I choke out, gawking a his back.

"Are so." The smirk evident in his tone.

Before I can interject the kitchen door swings open.

In strolls Harry's close knit friends. John, Liam, Louis and Zayn. Followed by three scantily dressed girls. Kristen (the one Harry had sex with a few chapters back, and whom he me at the grocery store and who Olivia saw them kissing. In case you didn't remember.)

Harry's eyes nearly pop out of his head as she comes in. The boys join me at the table. Smiling. I am not sure why they are not nervous these girls will recgonize em and call te police, informing them the kidnapped girl is still here... But they seem unphased as they sit next and across from me. Two of the girls hop on John and Louis's lap. Kristen smirks and makes her way to Harry.

A strange irritation bubble sin my gut as she leans across he counter next to him.

"Hey, Harry. Party tonight.'' She purrs, her hand landing on the bicep.

I can not help but imagine walking over there and slapping that hand off his arm and shouting in her face.

"Yeah? I'll pass." Harry shrugs and gathers the food on two plates. She eyes the two dishes and then looks back to the table. Her eyes accepting each presence until they land on me.

Her eyes turn to slits.

"Who's this?" She sneers at me. "Oh yeah, the chick form out of town... she still here?" She scoffs. My eyes turn to slits. Remembering Harry's excuse for me being here from a few weeks ago. The kitchen goes silent.

"Yes." Harry snaps, tossing the used pans in the sink noisly.

"Are you two like an item?" She laughs meanly, still glaring ferociously.

"Fuck, no." He laughs meanly. I do not miss the cringe in his face as his words pass through. I swallow the bile in my throat.

"Oh yeah, I'm already in a serious relationship. Harry and I are just pals." I snap. My voice surprising everyone in the kitchen. My nails dig in to the palms of my hands as anger washes over me.

Harry's eyes turn to slits as well as they snap up to meet my own.

"Oh really?" She presses, wanting to know more. Obviously pleased with the information. "Do I know him?"

"Hmm, not sure. His names Niall." I smile politely at her as Harry's jaw drops. His hands clenching around the edge of the counter. His shoulders heave as he regulates his breath.

I do not meet his eyes. His friends also seemed shocked but do not speak up.

"Oh, I was beginning to worry." She says halfheartedly to me. ''Harry's always busy. I was beginning to worry he was tied down." She shrugs, her fingers racing down his biceps. I fight the urge to get up and punch her in the mouth. "But I knew you weren't his type." The rest of her speech becoming sneer as she glares at me once more.

"Well he is certinally not mine. In fact, he is all yours."

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