Enticing Charm

The minute the words leave my mouth Harry's entire demeanor switches.

Rage.

That is all you could really do to describe it.

His chest heaves so hard with each breath it appeared that his heart would literally rip through his rib cage. His muscles ripple and twitch in his shoulders and arms. His pupils dilate to the point in which they look to be a result of some sort of chemical enhancer or type of liquor. Even his hair seems a little more crazy. His huge body casts a dark shadow on the room and everyone flinches back as we study him.

But I am not afraid. I usually would never say such things in this situation, but I am tired of Harry's brush off.

I glare back at him with just as much ferocity.

Which he does not like one little bit.

"Yeah, Liv, is definitely not my type. But on second thought, I will hit up that party, babe." Harry smirks and turns to Kristen. is angry suddenly masked as he leans next to the blonde in his kitchen, there bodies mere inches a part. His hand lands on her hip that is covered in tiny, red shorts that hang on her bones by a thread.

I do not wait to see what she has to say. I noisly scrape my chair back and storm form the kitchen, letting the swinging door bang behind me. The minute it does so, I speed walk away.

Anger rushing through me.

As I reach the end of the hall, I hear the door bang again. But I do not need to look back to see who it is. I can practically hear his breathing. I only make it four more steps until he has caught up with me and his giant hand wraps around my upper arm, jerking me forward.

Grunting in frustration I claw at his hand and he just rips me along even harder.

Me being the sensible girl I am grow tired of his mood swings and simply let my feet give out.

I nearly fall to the ground but he simply reached down and wraps an arm under my hips and rips me up in to his arms like a bride. I kick and push him away but his large form does not seemed to be phased int the least. It takes us mere seconds to get in his room.

When we do, he flicks the lights on, slams the door so hard I'm sure those in the kitchen can hear it, and then tosses me on the bed with a flick of his wrists. I land on my back and air swooshes out of me as I flop down on the soft bed. Scrambling up my feet hit the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" He screams. I flinch but keep my angry eyes on.

"What was what?" I hiss, refusing to yell and embarrass myself.

"NIALL IS NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!" He spits, pacing in front of me, his eyes darting to my face then the floor as he runs his clenched fists through his hair.

"Well you have made it quite clear you are not my boyfriend. So why does it even matter!" I snap. Balling my fists as I challenge him.

Most girls would be afraid if someone Harry's size and appearance started screaming at them this way.

But I am not most girls.

"IT MATTER BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT HIS!" He rushes in front of me and it appears he will snap with just one wrong word but I do not care
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"I'm more his than yours!" I growl. An inhumane gargle comes through his throat and he stalks away to slam his fist down on a dresser. This does make his flinch.

"DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!" He demands, pacing once more.

"Why?" I yell, throwing my hands in the air.

"BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE, OLIVIA!" He stops in front of me. This time he does frighten me. His words etching in to my brain like an etch a sketch. "YOU'RE MINE! NO ONE ELSE'S AND YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ME HERE!" His voice sinks through my flesh and hit my bones like a harsh gust of wind as I step back.

It dawned on me then and there what I was to him.

Property in the one of many sick games he played. Just a piece of meat his carnivorous side enjoyed. A piece of meat he sweetened with his lies and sweet words. I was nothing to him but a belonging.

"I AM NOT YOURS! YOU DO NOT OWN ME!" I cry out, tears pricking my eyes. The second he hears the crack in my voice his anger dissolves drastically. His eyes soften and his muscles loosen up as he studies me and the effects his words have.

He reaches for me but I slap his hand away, turn and run.

Through the door of his room and down a hall I have yet to explore. I do not hear him chasing me as I run through the mansion. I'm lost in the house and I am not sure what I am doing besides fleeing from him.

"Olivia!" I hear his voice echo through the halls and I can not tell form where. Goosebumps raise on my skin and my hands shake lightly. Grabbing my hair in fists I look around for a place to hide. I spot a small wooden piece of furniture shoved up against the wall. It has a vase of flowers on top and a two cabinets.

Quickly I dive to my knees, yank the wooden doors open and scramble in just as I hear his boots clamber down the hall I am in. I close the first door and leave the second open a crack.

I'm on my knees with my back ducked down to my knees to fit in the dark little wood box.

I hold my breathe as he calls for me and his legs appear outside of the sliver I left open.

"Fuck.... Olivia?" He calls, worry in his tone. But I do not come out. I do not wish to see him. I realize hiding from him like a small child is slightly insane but I do not care.

Once his feet stomp away and his voice is gone. I slowly push the wood doors open check to the right and begin to crawl out of the cupboard. Right as my first knee hits the floor outside of the cupboard, hands grip underneath my arms. I scream and jump, attempting to scramble out of the strangers grip.

"Olivia, calm down, it's me." Louis scolds as he pulls me to my feet. I scramble to regain my balance. I push his hand off and my own flies to my heart as I attempt to calm down my racing heart.

"What are you doing! You scared me!" I whisper yell. His hands are shoved in his dark jeans casually as he cocks his head and watches me carefully.

"I heard Harry screaming, so I figured I'd come calm him down. Quite a temper he has." He chuckles, running a hand through his long, mousse colored hair.

"Yeah, well I need to go hide. So thank you for checking up on me." I whisper and then attempt to creep past him until he takes my wrist again.

"Wait, why the hell are you hiding?" He presses, spinning me to face him.

"Oh, you know... Harry. Quite the temper that one has." I say softly, avoiding his gaze.

" I get it, I do... But hiding will only make him more mad." he advises.

"I do not care! I do not want to see him!" I pout, continuing to watch my surroundings for any signs that Mr. Curly hair is returning.

"Oh c'mon, Liv. Don't be dramatic, let go find Harry." He reasons, taking my wrist once more to drag me down the hallway. I dig my heels in to my carpet as he pushes me in the was Harry left.

"Louis, put me down!" I snap, stomping my heels in to the ground even harder but he just chuckles and keeps us going.

"Oh relax." He chuckles. "HARRY!" He calls, we stop for a second and listen for him. Sure enough a few seconds later, we hear him call back Louis's name.

"Let me go!" I whisper yell, whipping my arms in the air to swing at Louis. He dodges my first swing but the second hand cracks him in the lip and his arms fall from my waist. Squealing I turn and make a run for it down the hallway behind us. "Sorry!" I yell over my shoulder. I felt guilty for striking him but heck, I did not want to see Harry.

I run down the hall an make a right down the next T lane. Head down some stairs. Down a hallway to my left. Through an empty dining room and through a completely bare room until I find a dead end hallway with two doors. I swing the one on the left open and find a coat closet of sorts with three boxes on the floor and a few coats on wire hangers on the bar.

Good as a place as any.

With a huff, I hurry in to the closet, and lick the door shut behind me. I keep the light off, but a beam of light shines under the door so I can somewhat see. As a precaution. I stack the three cardboard boxes and sit in the back of the closet, pulling the fur coats over where I sit. I am so sneaky.

I hear feet running upstairs and in the room next door and a few times, I catch people calling my name but I stay seated in that closet and do what I usually do when I am bored and run my dance routines in my head.

I sit in the closet for a long time.

At one point I get bored and snoop the through the boxes, finding one full of records and tapes. Another full of old books and movies and the last filled with empty photo albums and business papers.

At one point my stomach begins to growl and my butt hurts from the wood floor but I keep in hiding.

Niall's P.O.V.

I finish my nightly jog past the house. It's mid day and I don't see anyone or anything suspicious.

Returning home, I shed my joggers and trainers and kiss the picture of her on my night stand before getting in the shower.

Once done I send one of thirty thousand other texts to her cell phone. As I drive to my uncles I keep my phone in my hand, awaiting a text that doesn't come. The radio commercial catches my attention.

"In other news, the search for the 18 year old Olivia Forest has been called off until further notice. Her memorial has been scheduled for Dark Woods Cemetery at Seven on Friday in two weeks."

I punch the off button and my entire body begins to shake. There is no way in fuck they are claim it off. It's only been a few weeks, there is no way they can just give up!

I start to see bright lights on my vision so I'm forced to pull over in the middle of the highway as I beat the steering wheel to a pulp. Bitter and breath taking pain ripple in my chest.

Her fucking memorial. As if they are saying goodbye to an empty coffin while shes still out there completely defenseless against the monsters who have her.

I get out of the car and ignore all of the blaring horns as I cross to the other side and lean against my car, facing the ditch.

My stomach heaves as I look in to the deep, empty ditch.

In two weeks they're going to dig a whole and drop a box in to it, just to say goodbye of the pain so they wont have to deal with the empty memory.

My hands rip at my roots as the cool air bites under my jacket. My Surpas digging in to the dirt at the edge of the road as I cling to whats left of my sanity.

How in the fuck can they be giving up this easy? That's her fucking life and they think it's only worth a few weeks of searching!!


I throw up in the ditch and then plop down on my ass on the curve of the hill, my car still running. I sit there until the sun goes down. The red mixing witht he hues of purple creating the most wonderful affect of serenity. But I don't feel the tranquiltiy. I haven't since shes been missing. And I won't until shes back.

I love her and I can't stand not being with her.

It finally grows dark.

I sit a little longer. My wet hair is practically frozen and my body is chilled but I don't let it bother me.

Who knows if shes cold right now, or is shes watching the sunset, or is shes hungry and wondering where i am.

The worst part is knowing shes depending on me to save her and with each day that passes i'm letting her down more and more.
Headlights knock me form my train of thought.

A car door slams and feet crunch on the gravel as they make their way to me.

"Niall?" My uncles voice. I don't answer. "Ni? You OK? You were supposed to meet me three hours ago....." I don't answer as he stands over me. I just stare down at the ditch. "Did you hear the announcement."

I nod.

"Lets get you out of the cold bud."

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