Enticing Charm

I wake in the morning feeling tired. Strange, but I want nothing more than to just curl up and sleep. I'm sure it's because I haven't eaten, but I am way to anxious to eat.

When are they going to let me go? Will harry talk to me today? Will he let me out? Does he have my phone? Are my parents looking for me? Is Niall OK? Does he miss me? My mind rages as I get dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a T shirt. Ripping through my hair with the brush, I wished I had make up. I feel so casual. Not that I should dress up for people... but still.

The locks start rattling so I take a seat quickly on the head of my bed. Harry appears, his face not mad... nervous? Strange difference. He puts the tray down on my night stand and shoves his hands n his pockets before sitting on the middle of the bed, turning to me.

"Eat." He demands... pushy. I scowl at the cereal, I think if I eat, I'll get sick. I shake my head no. "And why the fuck not?" He snaps. Why would he drop the F bomb? Is he mad? I repel from his harsh language and he gives me a strange look.

"I really don't feel like eating...." I trail off and he huffs, glaring at the ground. "Are they looking for me yet?" I look at him from the corner of my eyes... He runs a large hand through his messy hair and nods. A pang of guilt washes through me. I drop my face in to my hands in defeat and frustration. I feel weird acting so.. emotional.. in front of a stranger but I have kept my self glued since my shower and I feel like I'm breaking. "Sorry.." I mumble through my hands, picking my head up slightly.

"Why?" He asks intensely. I'm not sure how to tell him so I just shrug.

"Do you have my phone?" He nods when I look up at him.

"Who's Niall?" He asks snippily. I raise my eyebrows, anger washing over me. How did he know Niall?!

"How do you know Niall? I swear if you hurt him!" Anger shakes my voice, my hands ball in fists.

"Cool your shit. You said his name the night of... you know." He snaps, not pleased with my tone apparently. I remember the night I ran in to his arms, thinking it was Niall...

"Oh, sorry.... I thought... I don't know what I thought." I frown, looking in to my lap.

"Who's Niall." He asks roughly, glaring at me again. "Is he your boyfriend?" He challenges, a smirk on his lips...

"No... he's my best friend." I mumble, not sure why I'm telling him this.

"Best friend as in fuck buddy?" He presses rather rudely.

"What? No!" I snap, red flushing to my face. He seems some what pleased in my answer so he just shrugs... we sit in silence for a few moments.

"Whats your name?" I frown at him, I don't know if I want him to know my name.. yet... it would be a lovely sound coming from his mouth.

"Olivia." He actually smiles. Not a big one, just a brief one that disappears a few moments later."Harry, why can't I leave? I swear I won't tell anyone!" I rush out, wanting him to agree and sympathies with me. He groans and rolls his eyes before I can finish.

"We both know why, so don't fucking bother me with that shit. I can't do a damn thing!" He yells. I jump at the volume and scoot back slightly, I think I might just cry... it's too much. I miss Niall, and my parents. My home, my room. Even my silly glow in the dark paint.... The only person and touch with the outside world is Harry and he is absolutely cruel. It's just not fair, not at all.


Dropping my head in my hands I brake down in front of the mysterious boy. Tears start falling. My body shakes from the tears. The bed dips quickly as Harry stand up.

"Oh don't even start with that shit! Good god! He yells. Anger and frustration rush through me. I stand up, he's pacing the room, tugging at his hair in frustration.

"How can you be so cruel!" I cry, my tears blurring him slightly. His head snaps to the side, his glare furious.

"I'm not cruel, you're just a baby!" He bellows back, holding his arms to his sides, stopping in front of me.

"And you're a sociopath!" I shriek, pushing his chest a few inches from me. Never have I ever purposely pushed someone out of anger, but he had it coming. His feet stagger slightly, outrage mixed with hate again, his eyes burning. "Just stay away from me!" I scream, tears hot on my face, pushing past him to run to the bathroom.

"Don't run away from me!" He chases after me but I reach the door first, slamming it and locking it before he can barge in. ''Open this damn door!" He bellows, I drop on to my knees, scared as ever, tears falling again. Will he break it down? What happens if he does? Will he hurt me? I hate this. And right now I don't understand why he is being so mean. "I'm sorry! OK?" But I just continue to cry on the cold bathroom floor.

The pounding stops, realization that I'm crying again. I hear a groan and then the door to my room open and slam. Hard.

It takes me a long, long time to calm myself down. Longer than I feel anyone would approve, but eventually I manage to get off the floor. Happy he's gone. I sniffle and hiccup and go to the mirror, my eyes are bloodshot and sore, as well as my knees and neck. I want to sleep. I do not care that it's in the middle of the day. I'm tired.

I peek my head from the door to double check that he has left, once I see the room is clear I make my way to the bed. Dropping down on to it, and pulling the blanket over my head.

But I can't fall asleep. No matter how hard I try. I am to tired and upset to sleep. How messed up is that? Then the chains start to rattle... I turn and face the walls... not desiring to see him.

The door opens and the tray of my lunch is set down.

But he doesn't leave.

"Olivia, is it?" I grow rigid under my fort. That's not Harry's voice. I jump upright and look at the familiar boy in my room.

"Louis?" I ask in a small voice, he smiles and nods, before sitting on the edge of my bed. His presence calms me despite his tattoos and tall muscled form. His body looks mean and intimidating. But his eyes are sweet and similar to mine. "What are you doing here?" I ask, eyeing my food. Where is Harry? Is he mad? Will he ever be back?

"Harry is being a baby so I volunteered." He says with a shrug. So he was mad. I hope he is. He was very rude to me this morning. "Are you tired? I can go.." He trails off, looking my blanket and the place I was just lying in.

"No, I was just upset. Not tired though. You can stay, I like the company." I tell him sweetly, glad to have a normal person talking to me.

"I guess I know why you're upset...." he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. ''I don't like that you're here and if I could do something I would..." He says sadly, meeting my eyes. I nod.

"Why can't you?"

"My dad is in the gang, he would be killed if I say anything... I'm sorry. I really am. This is wrong." He says quietly, and I believe him. I really do.

"So this is a gang that has me here...." I guess it made sense.... the whole killing thing at least...

"I'm so sorry you got wound up in this shit... it's terrible." he huffs, dropping his face in his hands, running his hands through his light brown hair.

"it's not your fault.." I mumble. It's not, I really don't have reason to be mad at him. I mean I sort of did... but he didn't have a choice.

"Do you need anything? I mean, anything? I'll get it?" he rambles, sitting straight up and scooting closer. Desperation in his voice, worry in his eyes.

"A friend." I hear myself say. I'm not sure why, I needed shampoo, and conditioner, to leave, to see Niall, to hear his voice, a lot of things. But I said friend. His face breaks in to a smile that lights the room.

"I can do that." he laughs and I feel my self let out a small laugh. The first in days. I missed laughing. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He furrows his brows.

Did I wan't to talk about it?

"Not really...." I lie, looking at the floor.

"If you're sure.." I smile, trying to convince him with my lie.

"Who got my clothes?" I ask him, remembering my drawers.

"Harry went with a few of the other guys." he informs me. "Nobody was home, don't worry."

"How did he know where I live?" I ask, worry in my voice. He smiles and chuckles as if there's a private joke.

"It was in your phone." he laughs. I raise my eyebrows. I did have all of my information saved in my phone... that Had been locked.

"It was locked?"

"You have a shitty password then." He smiles. I roll my eyes, of course they got in my phone... "So anything else...?"

"Oh, but I actually need shampoo and conditioner, and some books. And a TV.... and a tooth brush.. and - " His laugh cuts me off.

"I thought you said you didn't need anything?" He laughs happily again. I shrug, tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and blush.

"I may have lied." I giggle.

"Apparently." he chuckles, nudging me with his elbow.

After he leaves I lay back down and finally let sleep taking me. Feeling actually happy.

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