Enticing Charm

Olivia's P.O.V.

And then... at some point... I may have fallen asleep. In the closet.....

I pulled a fur coat from the rack down and cuddled in to the soft, brown, fluff.

I was quite quaint.

That is until, the door swung open.

And Harry appeared.

"Olivia! Oh my fucking god!" I jumped from my dream and was yanked awake by the light shining through doorway. I attempt to scramble up to my feet, but end up cracking my head on the low, slanted down, ceiling.

"OW!" I whimper, cradling my skull. His large hands shove the boxes out of the way and snatch my wrists, pulling int o the bright hallway.

"What the fuck are you thinking?" he yells, taking my head in his hands to inspect my skull. I push his grip away from me and step back to inspect him.

He doesn't seem mad, just a little distraught.

"Well?" He presses, irritation evident.

I am not sure what to what to say so I just put my hand on my sore head and shrug my shoulders.

"Do you realize how freaking worried I was?" I meet his green eyes but don't say anything. He huffs and reaches for my wrist. "Are you OK?" I nod and he nods before pulling me down the hallway with the closet and back to his room.

We stay silent and are about to reach his room when I bump in to Louis, appearing from one of the many doors in this hall.

"Damn, where did you find her?" He exclaims once he steadies me and finds Harry's tight grip on me.

"In a fucking closet." He grumbles, I can feel his eyes burning in to the side of my head. But I'm focused on Louis's lip that has a very small red lump where I got him earlier.

"I'm sorry about striking you." I sigh, sadly. Even though I was not that sad because I got to hide and make Harry mad for a little bit.

"It's fine. Just think things through next time." He grumbles, glaring a the floor as he absentmindedly, touches the spot.

"You hit Louis?" Harry asks incredulously. I shrug my shoulders. "let's go." he groans after saying goodbye to his friend and tugging me off to his room. I was a little nervous, I knew he would be amd and probably yell.

BUt i have a reason to be mad too!

Once there, he ushers me and closes the door, locking it behind us, he makes me sit on the edge of the bed before he paces in front of me.

"You are not allowed to run off like that! Ever again! That stunt you pulled was stupid as shit!" I glare at my feet. "What if you had run in to Tyler? Or my fucking father? Do you realize what can happen when you act like a little girl!"

I feel rushes of guilt. I had not even thought of that.

He takes a moment to step in between my knees and grip my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. My eyes meet the piercing green ones. His brows are furrowed and an expression of concentration graces his face.

"I'm not a little girl." I say softly, trying to keep my own face stern but his mere touch and the heat radiating from his body made it difficult to keep up my angry act.

"You acted like one.'' His deep voice radiates and fills his massive bedroom.

"You acted like a jerk. I had an excuse." I snap, pulling my chin out of his grip.

"I was not a jerk!"

"You screamed at me! And flirted with that, that. That fake blonde." I spit

Harry's P.O.V.

"You screamed at me! And flirted with that, that. That fake blonde." I laugh internally. My sweet Olivia. That best insult she could come up with was 'fake.' She must see the humor in my eyes because she goes on. "And it's not funny! Do not laugh at me!" Now she seems to be actually getting mad, for once.

"I flirted with her because you said Niel was your boyfriend!" I snap, not liking her new attitude. It was easier when she did what she was told with out question.

Not gonna lie, this side was much sexier. Not sure how she could get sexier, but she has most definitely succeeded

"His name is Niall!" She shouts, pushing my chest back to stand on the floor in front of me.

"I don't give a shit what his name is! Hes not your boyfriend!" I yell at her, she shrinks back lightly but her voice stays just as mighty.

"How would you know! You made it quite clear that YOU'RE not my boyfriend!"

True.

"I-it.... that's.. that's not the point!" She smirks up at me, her pretty face appearing somewhat sinister.

"Yes that's how this this all started. With you! You can not touch me and then let other women talk to you that way and then brush me off! It's not fair!" She yells.

Her tiny fists are balled at her sides. Her hair slightly disheveled from her little closet nap. Her strawberry lips are twisted up in a snarl. But she still looks amazing. Her flowery smell wafts over me. I'm tempted to just get in bed with her. Just toss her up on the mattress and press her underneath me. Let her every curve and inch of flesh melt in to me. Melt and let her beautiful scent cover us. But something tells me she wouldn't like that too much.

"How si not fair. You're eighteen years old. You can't mess around with a guy with out expecting a wedding band?! Guess what, Pigeon. You're never getting that from me! That's not what I want from you!"

Shit.

That came out more than wrong.

"Fuck I -"

"That's not what you want form me?" Her suddenly shrill voice cuts through the tension incredibly. "So all you want is to touch me that way! Nothing else?" Her eyes are instantly watered down and I want to punch myself in the face for making her upset. I bite my lip harshly in punishment as her face morphs to one of disappointment.

"Fuck! No please, just listen -"

"Save it!" She cries, turning on her small heels she runs to the bathroom and slams the door, locking it as her sobbing begins.

FUCK. Anger washes over me. Why the fuck did I say that? It wasn't true! God knows it wasn't true! I just don't understand my feelings for her! There was so much to it that I didn't know how to label it with merely the petty label boyfriend!


I was stupid is I tried to say she wasn't more than that.

Because she was.

But its so fucking much that I don't even understand it! How the hell can I? I punch the nearest thing to me which turns out to be the wood dresser. My hand throbs but I ignore it.

I hurry to the bathroom door and press my ear to the wood, confirming that she is indeed crying.

''Dove, please open the door!" I beg like a fool as her soft cries echo through the door.

"Go away!"

I groan and dig my palms in to my eyes roughly.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way!" I knock harshly but she doesn't respond after that. God damn, I am such a cunt.

I quickly go to my bed and peel back the mattress to get out the key to the door before going back to it and knocking a final time.

"Livia, I'm coming in!" I warn her, jamming the small piece of metal in to the smaller lock and twisting until it clicks and the door swings open.

My eyes zero in on her, perched on the bathtub, her petite hands balled up and covering her face.

I waste no time in going to her. I hope she doesn't have another panic attack. She was so helpless and fragile during them. Like if I looked at her wrong she would crumble under my gaze. She doesn't look up when I sit next to her and wrap my arms around her body.

"Go away." Is all she grumbles. I shake my head and pull her to my chest. "I said go away!" She snaps, pushing me away.

"No. Listen to me, Olivia. I didn't mean what I said. I swear I didn't! You're more to me than hooking up. I swear to god!" I exclaim, cupping her cheek that she keeps trying to duck away from me.

Her brown eyes are big and wet and her thick lashes are coated in salt water.

Fuck me. I fucking suck.

"T -then what am I to you?" She whimpers.

I have no freaking idea....

"I have no freaking idea!" Her nose crinkles and she tries to turn away. "I'm sorry! but I've never felt like this! I don't know how to explain it!" I reason, trying once more to pull her body to me.

"Felt like what?" She murmurs, laying her head on my shoulder and looking up at me with her big, wet, doe eyes.

She was not making this easy.

"I - I don't know! Do I fucking look like a guy who talks about he feels?" I challenge. Her expression hardens once again and she tries again to push away from me.

"Well until you become that guy, don't touch me!" She snarls, getting up and storming her cute little self away.

I groan and follow her out to my room, taking her wrist and pulling her on to the bed. Swallowing the sap in my throat that's about to spill.

She sits cross legged and crosses her arms over her chests, giving me a mean little sneer which is just cute as fuck.

I copy her legs but place my hands on her knees so she'll look at me.

"I do feel for you. I do." I start, my forehead already sweating. She raises an eyebrow.

"OK..." God damn her and her new attitude.

"OK.. so... It's not all fucking around. But I don't date. And I'm not exclusive. It's not who I am. I don't fucking want all that shit! But I feel more for you than a petty tittle. You mean more to me than a girlfriend means for a boyfriend."

I swallow the huge lump in my throat.

It's out there.

It's just been said and I have finally admitted it to myself.

I was hopelessly falling for her and it was crazy as fuck.

I watch her reaction. Her face softens and she sniffle lightly, pushing her long hair from her face, her pupils dilate.

"But the thing is..."

Here's the hard part.

How the fuck could I date her even if I wanted to?! She will never leave this house again. Not ever! So how in the fuck was i supposed say that? Sorry, babe, my father is holding you against your will for the remainder of your life so there's no point in 'dating' me.

"You won't leaver here."

Olivia's P.O.V.

My reality comes slamming me back in the face.

Here he was confessing his feelings for me until I remembered.

I was still being held captive. And I was never going to be able to leave. My grim future washes in to my brain but I push it out. I don't want to think about it.I don't. It's dreadful.

My hope in Niall is slowly dwindling. Thinking his name hurts my heart and burns down my walls like an acid rain.

"I am going to leave. Niall will rescue me." I tell him, my voice sounding somewhat confident, but not really.

Harry sighs and takes my hips, pulling me on his lap, kissing my forehead.

"I hope he does. For you, I really do....But you have to realize how slim those chances are." His voice is gentle and coaxing. I sniffle and nod. I know how small the odds are.

But I wasn't losing hope in him quite yet.

"I know..." I sigh, looking up in to his soft eyes. "Why don't you want a girlfriend?" I prod.

I wanted to know what made him tick, I wanted to know why he didn't want those things. Didn't everyone want that? I wanted it. It's stage one in etting engaged, getting married, losing your virtue, having a family and then... so on and so forth.

"There's more to life than titles." He says monotone, pressing our chests together after he hooks my legs around his waist. "I want more than everyone's stupid idea of life. There's more than that. And besides, even if there wasn't. Getting married isn't for me. So why would I date?" His eyebrows furrow and my heart sinks just a little.

"Why don't you like marriage?"

"Just don't"

"But -"

"Long story."

"I have time."

"I don't."

i glare at him and he winks at me and my butterflies erase all the questions I had.

"Well I want to get married. And I want that. All that. I figured everyone did." I admit, testing his reaction.

"Not me."

"It really would make me happy if you told me what we were...." I sigh. He laughs a pretty laugh and drops his forehead on mine.

"I'll tell you when I find out myself." he chuckles, pressing his lips to mine.

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