Enticing Charm

I woke up sad and sore.

I was draped over Harry. Our legs tangled together, his hand running absentmindedly up and down my back and legs, tracing small patterns as he lay, already awake

I sigh and roll off of him, keeping the blanket tucked tightly under my arms. He sits up next to me and looks down at me.

"Morning.."

"Morning..."

His hand finds my hip and he pulls me closer to his chest.

"How are you feeling?" How am I feeling? That is a good question. last night I was numb. This morning my body and subconscious just have an uneasy ache to my frayed edges. I merely shrug and play with my fingers not meeting his eyes.

"I'm sorry about .. last night.. I overreacted." My frown deepens at the memory of it.

"What? No you didn't! You under reacted if anything. Most girls would have completely lost it." He scoffs, squeezing my side tighter. I sigh.

"Well I'm not most girls." I shrug once more.

"I know..." He finally decides on saying. I look up at him for the first time. He's staring at me intently, a wrinkle in between his brows as he studies me closely.

"Why are you staring at me?" I ask quietly. He chuckles and drops his forehead on mine.

"I'm just trying to figure you out." He shrugs, his minty smell washing over me. I nod, not quite understanding what he means as he winds our hands together tightly. "I'm sorry.. about.... that stuff." He wrinkles his forehead even more as he tries to find the right words. He removes the contact of our heads and lays his next to mine, pulling me to his chest, bringing my leg over his hip again.

"Don't be... It's not your fault.."

Isn't it though?

"I just don't understand how they found nothing... How they could give up so easy." I sigh a sad sigh and bury my head in to his warm chest farther. As if I could hide from my problems with in him.

"I don't know... the police are fucking idiots in this town. I mean, it's not like your parents are the ones who want to give up or your friend.. Niall." He says Niall's name like it tastes bad and I smile at his reluctance, only to frown at his words.

I missed my family. I missed them so much. Regardless of how strict or stuck up they were. I loved them and I missed them.

"I guess..." I mumble in a tiny voice. He nods and squeezes me even tighter to his body. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Did.. did you know? About... it?" I whisper. Remembering how he had told me there was no need to watch the news, how their was nothing I needed to be filled in on, yet when I did watch it, I found out the grim news.

His body goes rigid next to mine and I know my answer.

I rip my hands away, fueled by my anger and sit up, crawling away from him.

"Liv, wait." he please, scrambling after me, he grabs my hips and yankes me back next to him.

"How could you lie to me?" I cry, smacking his hands away. He seems taken back my my strike so he lets go of me quickly, his eyes widening.

"I-I didn't want to upset you...."

"Well I am upset now." I snap, turning my head to not meet him.

"Oh, don't be so sassy with me. I was trying to protect you. I'm sorry, now please come here. You're not wearing pants and I really want to hold you." My cheeks flame as he reaches for me. I squirm a little but let him pull me on to his lap.

"I am mad at you." I tell him with confidence and I was. He shrugs.

"Maybe I'm mad at you." He smirks, winking at me. I furrow my brows, suddenly worried he was actually mad at me.

"What? Why?" I exclaim.

"You're giving me a hard on." I cringe and he laughs a beautiful laugh and hugs me to him. I and roll my eyes.

"You are so perverted."

"I think you like it."

"You are definitely not right about that."

"Mmm." Is all he gets out before he presses his mouth to mine. I sigh happily as I welcome the feeling and taste of our mouths together.

I feel so .. naughty.. kissing this troublesome boy on his bed in his clothes. I can only imagine what my mother would say.

I cringe. Ouch...

I miss my mother and father. I miss them so much. No matter the fact of how uptight and strict they were, they were my parents. And I loved them...

I just wish I could say goodbye.

Not in person of course. Just a goodbye from a far. Just see them and Niall one last time before I am forced to this house for forever.

Then I get the idea.

The ... 'memorial.'

I smile at the thought of Harry bringing me and kiss him back happily.

His mouth is gentle and his hands trail up and down my sides greedily. They slide up my stomach and gently brush right under my bra before going to my hips. I secure my arms around his neck tighter and pulls his hair in my fist making him groan.

The sound is music to my ears and he makes it that much better as he gently opens his mouth and slides his tongue along my bottom lip. I open my mouth and his tongue pushes through my lips, exploring every inch of my mouth. I can not help but moan at the feelings swirling through my stomach and the thoughts in my mind.

My skin feels hot to the touch and so does his as my tongue works with his.

My hands have a mind of their own an they slide down his firm chest and land on his warm abs, I savor the feeling as he lays down, pulling me with to lay on his chest as he tugs lightly on the ends of my long hair.

I run my hands up his biceps and shoulders and down his chest once more, dragging my fingernails lightly, locking my knees tightly on his hips.

I am once again to his will as he flips us over gently, holding his weight up his hand pushes my T shirt up, well his T shirt, and his hand lands on my hips, laying over my panties. I blush fiercely but do not pull it back down.

Luckily for me though, with the shirt away there is merely two thin pieces of cloth separating his ..parts form my own.

As he slides my hair away to kiss my neck I can feel him in between legs. The combination of his feather light kisses and the heat from his chest, plus his hands roaming my sides make me moan again.

"Fuck, Olivia." He groans, his hand leaves my side once to find the small of my back, pushing my bottom half harder to mine. The contact is harsh and warm and makes me gasp

The warm flutter in my stomach feels even more surreal as he moves his lips back to mine, his teeth gently taking my lip. I wrap my arms around him tightly.

"H - harry." I breathe as he rocks his hips on mine once.

"Baby, I want to make you feel good." he groans, pulling back to meet my eyes which widen.

I open my mouth but no noise comes out so I merely nod.

Wait why did I just do that? I scream at myself internally as his face breaks in to a bright smile.

"Don't worry. You'll love it." He winks before attaching our mouths back together.

His hips lose contact with my own for a second and his hand leaves my side and gently trickles down my stomach where it stops right above the waistband of my panties. His kiss becomes less rushed and more soft and sweet before he pulls away once more.

"Don't be nervous, OK? I have you." I nod. Ad to be honest I do not feel that nervous. The only thing I can focus on is the warm swirls in my stomach.

His hand cups me gently over the fabric and I whimper and squirm for a second until his mouth covers mine again.

Then his hand starts moving.

Small tiny circles over the fabric. I gasp as the satisfaction of his hot touch. Hot streaks of good feelings coarse through me. I squeeze my eyes tighter together as he moves his touch a little faster.

His lips peck mine once more before moving to my neck, kissing gently as he continues his handsy assault between my legs.

With in a few moments my legs feel like jello and the feeling in the pit of my stomach is so intense that my hands slide down to biceps where my fingers dip in to his skin unforgiving.

"Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through your panties." He groans. I am not sure what that means but his dirty words top it all off and suddenly I fall an amazing release and my body goes limp as the waves of pleasure warp my mind and my breathing hitches. As it happens, Harry presses his mouth to mine very softly, making me moan in to his mouth lightly. "Open your eyes." he demands. I do as he says hesitantly as the feeling takes over completly.

Finally his hand leaves the spot he just massaged and my body lays helpless and limp.

"How was that?" He whispers, a smirk in his voice as I am still laying there dazed.

"T -that... Yeah.. Um, yeah." I breathe. He laughs a beautiful laugh.

"Good description for your first orgasm." I crinkly my nose. "That was your first, right?" He breathes, suddenly serious again.

"Yes... no ones ever made me feel like that." I blush and hesitantly look in to his eyes.

A beautiful smile on his red lips as he pecks my cheek.

"Good."

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