Enticing Charm

"Can we finally go get your breakfast? I'm starving." He smiles.

"Yeah." I nod and he cups under my knees and scoots off the bed. "Harry, put me down!" I whine, pushing on his toned chest. e chuckles but doesn't oblige.

"Only if you promise not to run from me again." I look int o his eyes and see the complete wash of seriousness.

"I do not run." I challenge as he leaves his bedroom.

"Yes! Yes, you do! Whenever you get mad you lock yourself in a bathroom." He chuckles. I furrow my brow and remember all the times getting mad at him since being here.

"Well maybe if you wouldn't make me upset I wouldn't have to hide!" I pout. I am surprised he is able to hold me this long. His hands snug under my thighs, mine gripping his shoulder as he brings us to the kitchen.

"Why would you hide is you're upset?" He cocks his head slightly and crinkles his nose.

"It's not lady like to cry in front of people." I say matter o' factly, swinging my ankles behind his back. His face morphs in to one of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"My mother told me that. I just don't cry in front of people. It's not polite." I shrug, laying my head on his shoulder.

I smile when he gently nudges mine with his own.

"That's bullshit, Liv. You can cry in front of me. I don't care." He shrugs as we enter the kitchen. he places me on the stool and takes our plates, putting them in the microwave to warm them up before bringing them to us. We eat silently until he talks. "Why did your mother tell you that?"

Harry's P.O.V.

I watch chew and swallow the tiny bite of food on her fork before answering. A slight look of embarrassment on her face.

"She is a very well kempt, polite, individual. Things are to be said and done certain ways and that's one of them." Her voice is suddenly soft as she studies the table. I think back to all of the little things I have gathered about her parents, information wise. I remember her mentioning her mom saying about how much she should and shouldn't eat. How her mom told her to dance because it made her poised. Her mother was obviously the reason she was so proper.

"Well, do you like it that way?" I ask her. My leg finds hers under the table and she stops swinging it to wind it with my own. She blushes at our entangled limbs but thinks about it for a minute.

"It doesn't matter how I like it. I obey my parents. They know better than I do."

My heart went out to her and I wan't sure how to feel about her being brain washed by her mother.

"Well how about when you move out. Will you still listen to em'?" I press, wanting to know more about her insane mother. I didn't know her but I didn't like her already.

"I - I..... I haven't thought that far..." She mumbles, furrowing her brows and looking down at her lap. A strange mix of disappointment and embarrassment on her cute face.

"Well stick with me, kid. I'll show you the way." I nudge her thigh gently and wink at her when she looks up and her cheeks become painted with red.

"Harry?" I swallow some more food and look down at her again, her legs wind around mine a little tighter.

"Yeah, babe?" I am granted the pleasure of her face turning red again.

"Whats happens when I get found... as in... us. I know you say we aren't dating. But you have feelings for me.... and I... I have feelings for you. What happens then?"

My stomach lurches at the thought of her being free. The thought that she wouldn't be mine. The thought that she would be free and wouldn't be forced to lean on me for comfort or survival.

I swallow the bile at the thought.

I am pleasantly surprised she has feelings for me though. Surprised and pleased. But would it be enough to keep us together? Surely that would mean I would need to be her boyfriend. My head suddenly aches a little bit. And if she did get free, wouldn't I be in prison for kidnapping?

"I... I would probably be behind bars." I decide to laugh it off. This topic being to heavy for so early.

Her eyebrows knit.

"I wouldn't tell anybody it was you." Her voice is now merely a whisper. It sends chills down my spine, but her words piss me off.

"Why the fuck wouldn't you?" I scoff. Her face twists in hurt and she bites her full lip. Damn. I was making her upset again.

"Because... because... I care about you!" She whispers. Her flowery scent filling my nose. My heart spasms helplessly.

"You do?" I breathe. I sound and am acting like a fool but I'm her fool, god damn it. And I'm happy to be.

"You act surprised?" She giggles, covering her mouth with her palm, her eyes crinkling in the cutest fucking way.

"I didn't know if you were getting on my good side just to save yourself." I admit sheepishly.

"I wouldn't of let you ... you know.." Her face flushes. "If I didn't care about you. I feel a lot for you, Harry. A lot more then I should, but I don't care. I will not lie to myself." I watch her in awe as she bites her lip and watches me intensely, her brown hair pushed off her shoulders. Our legs wound together tightly. I smile down at her and cup her cheek.

"Wouldn't let me touch you?" I embarrass her on purpose, shes so shy and innocent. I love it more than I should.

She giggles and nods and I peck her cheek loudly.

I squeeze her thigh and she swats my arm.

"When we get out.... I think... I think I would try..... Maybe, try ..us. You know." I cough, scratching the back of my neck.

She beams up at me as if I'm jesus himself.

"Really?" Her little lips part in an 'o.'

I nod and shrug.

"Now eat." She nods happily and continues her tiny bites. Swinging her feet with mine.

Notes

sorry its short tonight