Enticing Charm
A day's job
Olivia's P.O.V.
We spent the day in the greenhouse and the white room. Exploring the many halls and rooms of the old mansion.
It was an easy and peaceful day, one I will remember as a bright spot in my life.One where I spent the day with someone whom I could be myself, and someone who meant a great deal to me. A boy who I meant a great deal to, as well.
He held my hand and it was nice. It was so nice.
Now, after lunch and a stroll through the huge library, we found ourselves back in his room, laying lazily over each other on his bed, the TV on some absurd show called 'ridiculousness.'
"Can we check the news real quick?" I ask softly. I was not to lie to myself.
I wanted to see if they had any leads on my disappearance, and leads, any appearances of my parents from a few weeks ago.
I peek up at Harry. We lay on our sides, his legs melted with mine. My head in his chest, his arms around my chest and waist, our head leaning on one another.
I peek up at him over his bicep, a strange look of guilt on his features.
"No." I furrow m brows. His voice is clear and strong. So set on his answer that it confuses me.
Why couldn't I see the news?
"What? Why not? I a merely curious!" I pout, laying my cheek against the muscle of his arm.
"No. I don't want you to be upset..."
"Why would I get upset?" I asked, slightly bewildered. His eyes widen for a minute.
"I mean, I don't want you to get your hopes up."
"Harry -"
"You don't need to see that." He interrupts me. "There's nothing on it anyways. If there was, I'd tell you." He sighs, quickly looking away from my gaze
.
I watch him for a few more seconds, still confused. But I decide to brush it off.
Harry would not lie to me.
He just would not.
-
We lay for a while until his phone rings shrilly.
He groans and shifts so he can pull it from his back pocket.
"What?" He snaps, I cringe at his terrible manners.
He groans and one arm unwinds from my arm to wipe his eyes in frustration. I hear a deep voice through the line but turn my head back to the TV.
"What do they want?" He waits for the reply. "Are you going?" A moment later he groans louder. "OK, OK. Can you come up here?" .... "Alright."
He ends the call and shoves his phone in his pocket before turning back to me.
"I have to go. Kenneth is calling a meeting. I won't be long. Louis is coming up to hang out with you. Alright?" He unwinds our bodies, leaving me cold as he pulls on his boots and runs his hands over his lean figure, smoothing his clothes.
"Yeah.. OK." I sigh sadly. He groans and stretches before leaning down to bring our faces closer.
"Kiss me goodbye." he smirks, his green orbs dangerously close to my own. His breath on my face. I blush but obey, leaning my head in to meet his, pressing my lips to his own.
It's gentle at first, but Harry doesn't waste the opportunity, and he puts his hand gently on my hip, the other on the back of my neck.
A deep rumble sounds from under his strong rib cage as I place my hands on his chest.
He pulls away after a moment of kissing but keeps his lips barely placed on my own.
"I'll be right back. NO news. I mean it, Liv." he breaths. I nod and he pecks my lips once more before winking and turning form me as a knock sounds at the door.
"Hey, Harry. Hey, Liv." He sighs. I cringe when I take in his still, slightly damaged lip.
"Hey." We say at the same time, Harry clasps his shoulder before leaving completely, closing the door behind him.
Louis smiles at me before coming closer, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So, you make up with Harry?" He clears his throat, turning his head to the TV.
"Yes. I am very sorry about striking you though. It was nasty of me." I furrow my brows and shake my head.
"Nah, forget it. It doesn't hurt." He gives me a half smile and I smile back brightly.
"So what is the meeting about?" I ask, scooting down towards him, swinging my feet over the edge of the large bed frame.
"Hmm, not sure exactly. Nothing major though, I'm sure. Some small job or just check in. He'll be back soon." He shrugs.
"Does his father know... that I'm back.. here?" I whisper, meeting his eyes.
"I'm not sure but I figure word has gotten around at this point." I nod and my eyes flicker to the remote next to the TV.
My fingers itch.
My mind suddenly very desperate to know what Harry was hiding on the news.
Trying not seem suspicious, I stand up and stroll to the remote, turning on the local news channel.
Louis does not say anything so I slowly inch back next to him and watch the news, desperate for information.
A half an hour or so passes and nothing about myself.
Just local weather reports of snow on the forecast and local fundraisers and the opening of a new mall on the south of town.
Then.
Then, it comes on.
'Later in the week, the case of Olivia Forest will be closed permanently; due to lack of evidence and support to the case. The 18 year old girl went missing sometime between seven P.M. and eleven P.M., nearly a month and a half ago.
Her memorial will be held in the center park in he middle of town, on the next Friday. From seven P.M. to nine P.M. The case is to be closed until further notice.
It is to be reminded, it you know any news on the case or girl...'
But I didn't hear the rest.
I watched the news anchor woman.
Her blonde, curled hair and too red lipstick and white blouse.
Announcing my fate with out one ounce of emotion or empathy in her voice.
Her crude, blue eyes, piercing in to my own.
My life has been deemed not worthy any longer.
I will never. Ever. Be found.
They have all given up on me.
Harry's P.O.V.
I make my way down one of the many stair cases to the meeting room, anxiously, ringing my hands.
I haven't seen my 'father,' since I brought Olivia back.
There was no doubt he knew about it. But I guess he just didn't give a fuck?
Which also doesn't make any fucking sense because he claimed I was getting too attached.
SO I really don't know what to expect.
I just want to hurry to get back to my Olivia.
I enter the room and it goes silent. Everyone is seated in their regular spots.
My father at the head, Tyler to his right, my empty chair on his left side.
I take a seat silently and kick my feet up, obnoxiously, letting my eyes fall on Tyler.
His face is still fucked up from my harsh beating which is funny as shit, if you ask me.
I wave at him and he glares.
"Harry, stop dicking around, we have business to tend to." I turn to my father.
"What?" I ask, quite bored.
My eyes turn to Louis's, Zayn's and Liam's dads, all seated in a row next to Tyler. They look away from me right away.
Alright?
"We found out who called the police on us a few weeks ago. Someone knows she's here."
Fuck.
I drop my feet and lean forward, easily getting territorial, the thought of her being taken turns my protective instincts on high.
"We need you to take care of him. Do you understand?"
"Why me?!" I shout, standing up, knocking my chair up.
He wanted me to kill the person who knew she was here.
We spent the day in the greenhouse and the white room. Exploring the many halls and rooms of the old mansion.
It was an easy and peaceful day, one I will remember as a bright spot in my life.One where I spent the day with someone whom I could be myself, and someone who meant a great deal to me. A boy who I meant a great deal to, as well.
He held my hand and it was nice. It was so nice.
Now, after lunch and a stroll through the huge library, we found ourselves back in his room, laying lazily over each other on his bed, the TV on some absurd show called 'ridiculousness.'
"Can we check the news real quick?" I ask softly. I was not to lie to myself.
I wanted to see if they had any leads on my disappearance, and leads, any appearances of my parents from a few weeks ago.
I peek up at Harry. We lay on our sides, his legs melted with mine. My head in his chest, his arms around my chest and waist, our head leaning on one another.
I peek up at him over his bicep, a strange look of guilt on his features.
"No." I furrow m brows. His voice is clear and strong. So set on his answer that it confuses me.
Why couldn't I see the news?
"What? Why not? I a merely curious!" I pout, laying my cheek against the muscle of his arm.
"No. I don't want you to be upset..."
"Why would I get upset?" I asked, slightly bewildered. His eyes widen for a minute.
"I mean, I don't want you to get your hopes up."
"Harry -"
"You don't need to see that." He interrupts me. "There's nothing on it anyways. If there was, I'd tell you." He sighs, quickly looking away from my gaze
.
I watch him for a few more seconds, still confused. But I decide to brush it off.
Harry would not lie to me.
He just would not.
-
We lay for a while until his phone rings shrilly.
He groans and shifts so he can pull it from his back pocket.
"What?" He snaps, I cringe at his terrible manners.
He groans and one arm unwinds from my arm to wipe his eyes in frustration. I hear a deep voice through the line but turn my head back to the TV.
"What do they want?" He waits for the reply. "Are you going?" A moment later he groans louder. "OK, OK. Can you come up here?" .... "Alright."
He ends the call and shoves his phone in his pocket before turning back to me.
"I have to go. Kenneth is calling a meeting. I won't be long. Louis is coming up to hang out with you. Alright?" He unwinds our bodies, leaving me cold as he pulls on his boots and runs his hands over his lean figure, smoothing his clothes.
"Yeah.. OK." I sigh sadly. He groans and stretches before leaning down to bring our faces closer.
"Kiss me goodbye." he smirks, his green orbs dangerously close to my own. His breath on my face. I blush but obey, leaning my head in to meet his, pressing my lips to his own.
It's gentle at first, but Harry doesn't waste the opportunity, and he puts his hand gently on my hip, the other on the back of my neck.
A deep rumble sounds from under his strong rib cage as I place my hands on his chest.
He pulls away after a moment of kissing but keeps his lips barely placed on my own.
"I'll be right back. NO news. I mean it, Liv." he breaths. I nod and he pecks my lips once more before winking and turning form me as a knock sounds at the door.
"Hey, Harry. Hey, Liv." He sighs. I cringe when I take in his still, slightly damaged lip.
"Hey." We say at the same time, Harry clasps his shoulder before leaving completely, closing the door behind him.
Louis smiles at me before coming closer, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So, you make up with Harry?" He clears his throat, turning his head to the TV.
"Yes. I am very sorry about striking you though. It was nasty of me." I furrow my brows and shake my head.
"Nah, forget it. It doesn't hurt." He gives me a half smile and I smile back brightly.
"So what is the meeting about?" I ask, scooting down towards him, swinging my feet over the edge of the large bed frame.
"Hmm, not sure exactly. Nothing major though, I'm sure. Some small job or just check in. He'll be back soon." He shrugs.
"Does his father know... that I'm back.. here?" I whisper, meeting his eyes.
"I'm not sure but I figure word has gotten around at this point." I nod and my eyes flicker to the remote next to the TV.
My fingers itch.
My mind suddenly very desperate to know what Harry was hiding on the news.
Trying not seem suspicious, I stand up and stroll to the remote, turning on the local news channel.
Louis does not say anything so I slowly inch back next to him and watch the news, desperate for information.
A half an hour or so passes and nothing about myself.
Just local weather reports of snow on the forecast and local fundraisers and the opening of a new mall on the south of town.
Then.
Then, it comes on.
'Later in the week, the case of Olivia Forest will be closed permanently; due to lack of evidence and support to the case. The 18 year old girl went missing sometime between seven P.M. and eleven P.M., nearly a month and a half ago.
Her memorial will be held in the center park in he middle of town, on the next Friday. From seven P.M. to nine P.M. The case is to be closed until further notice.
It is to be reminded, it you know any news on the case or girl...'
But I didn't hear the rest.
I watched the news anchor woman.
Her blonde, curled hair and too red lipstick and white blouse.
Announcing my fate with out one ounce of emotion or empathy in her voice.
Her crude, blue eyes, piercing in to my own.
My life has been deemed not worthy any longer.
I will never. Ever. Be found.
They have all given up on me.
Harry's P.O.V.
I make my way down one of the many stair cases to the meeting room, anxiously, ringing my hands.
I haven't seen my 'father,' since I brought Olivia back.
There was no doubt he knew about it. But I guess he just didn't give a fuck?
Which also doesn't make any fucking sense because he claimed I was getting too attached.
SO I really don't know what to expect.
I just want to hurry to get back to my Olivia.
I enter the room and it goes silent. Everyone is seated in their regular spots.
My father at the head, Tyler to his right, my empty chair on his left side.
I take a seat silently and kick my feet up, obnoxiously, letting my eyes fall on Tyler.
His face is still fucked up from my harsh beating which is funny as shit, if you ask me.
I wave at him and he glares.
"Harry, stop dicking around, we have business to tend to." I turn to my father.
"What?" I ask, quite bored.
My eyes turn to Louis's, Zayn's and Liam's dads, all seated in a row next to Tyler. They look away from me right away.
Alright?
"We found out who called the police on us a few weeks ago. Someone knows she's here."
Fuck.
I drop my feet and lean forward, easily getting territorial, the thought of her being taken turns my protective instincts on high.
"We need you to take care of him. Do you understand?"
"Why me?!" I shout, standing up, knocking my chair up.
He wanted me to kill the person who knew she was here.
Notes
these next chapters will be confusing!!!!!
A LOT WILL BE HAPPENING AND IT TIES TOGETHER. IT WILL JUMP AROUND SLIGHTLY
SSOORRRY BAWTCHES.
HOW DO YOU LIKE IT SO FAR?
When you read all seventy chapters, and then realise there will probably never be another update...
4/15/17