Enticing Charm

We're in the kitchen now. Harry prepares a meal for the both of us. I chew nervously on my bottom lip and watch him, not sure how to ask.

I need to go to the memorial. I need to.

If not..

Well I just do not know, to be honest.

"Harry?" My voice comes out light and airy. He turns his mop of curls and looks over his shoulder at me. A sinking feeling falls in to my stomach, memories of what happened between us merely hours ago make me blush.

Come on, Olivia. Ask!

"Harry, I need something." My forehead scrunches practically involuntarily as his face morphs in his reaction.

"What?" His expression guarded as he studies the nervous that must be oh, so apparent on my face.

"Um." Is all that comes out.

The utensil in his hands is put down swiftly and his lean body crosses over to the table, making me shrink back.

"What, dove?" He gives me a small, yet worried smile and stands over me. "What do you need? Anything, I'll get it." His voice is silk yet masculine at the same time.

Come on, get your head on straigh and ask! Swallowing the ball in my throat I count down from five in my head.

"I need to go to the memorial." The sounds from my throat is merely a whisper.

Why was asking for favors so hard?

My eyes jet down so I do not have to see the look I know he is already giving me, which is one of both anger disbelief.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He scoffs, making me flinch.

"No. I -"

"You fucking know that there is no god damn way that will happen, so why are you asking me?" His voice is so loud in that instant, I fight the desire to cover my ears with my hands.

I reach a hand out to lay on his shoulder but he side steps away aggressively.


"I need to see them, Harry." I whisper again, still not looking at him. My body feels timid and cowardice as he yells at me.

Harry's P.O.V.

"WHY?!" I yell. She can not be serious, she can not be fucking serious right now. Why does she want to go? Does she not want to be here that bad? Does she not like me? Will she try to run? Has she already got a a plan? What happens if shes found? What if someone sees her there?

She can't go. She just can't.

I'l lose her.

And I will not lose her.

"Harry! Do you not realize I may never see them again? I just want to see them one last time!" Her voice is shrill and loud, her pretty face is looking at the floor, her eyes already look shiny.

"I don't care! You fucking know -"

"You do not care?" She interrupts me and for the first time meets my eyes.

Fuuuck.

"Really? You do not care that I may never see my family?" Her breath is sharp and I can see the light edges of anger threatening her features.

"No I -"

"How could you say that to me?"

"Wait -"

"No! I do not want to hear it!" Her voice grows a decimal level and she pushes me back with her tiny hand, hopping from the stool.

Fuuccckk!!!

"Olivia, wait!" I yell after her, reaching forward to grab her wrist, tugging her back.

"I DIDN'T MEAN THAT, LISTEN TO ME!" I shout louder than I mean to and she jumps back. Her eyes wide and shiny. Her full chest heaves unevenly as her breathe gets caught in her lungs. Shit, shit, shit. Don't cry. Don'y cry.

My shoulders flicker and I take a few deep breathes to calm myself down.

"I mean. It's too big of a risk, you have to get that." I beg for her to see reason but she looks just as hurt. Her tiny hand is wrapped around my wrist which is squeezing her forearm. Her nails dig lightly in to my skin so I loosen my drip but keep her in my grasp so she doesn't fucking run off like always.

"I won't run off. But I am going, with or with out you!" Her voice is low now and I instantly feel scared.

"No you'r-"

Before I can even finish she rips her arm back and turns on her heels, storming down the hall towards my room.

Well, shit.

````````` Olivia's P.O.V.

I stay in the bathroom for a long while. He comes and knocks on the door but I do not open it. When he tries to open it with the key, I quick went over and held the lock in place from moving and opening the barrier between the two of us.

I will see my family.

With or with out him.

A knock sounds at the door.

"Liv?" My ears perk up, it's not Harry. "It's me, Louis, open the door."

I do not wait to be asked twice and instead rip the door open and jump in to his arms.

He laughs and hugs me to him. Collecting myself I look over his shoulder and find an empty room.

"Where is he?" I whisper.

"I'm not sure, told me you were being a brat." He chuckles and I can not help roll my eyes as I pull away from the embrace.

"HE was being the brat!" I argue, placing my hands on my hips.

"oh, I'm sure." He laughs and I smile up at him.

"I need your help Louis." His smile fades lightly and his eyebrows grow closer.

"With what?"

"Do you promise to keep an open mind?"

"Liv.."

"Louis, I swear I will not try a thing!" I start, throwing my palms up.

"Olivia... "

"I may never get a chance like this again. I need this!"

"Need what, just tell me!" He exclaims.

"I need you to bring me to the memorial. I need to see my family again. Harry won't bring me. But i swear. I need this. This is my family, my friends. My Niall. I need to just see them!" I whimper, my heart strings ache from my words.

I did need this.

They're my family.

Not even that, but everyone would be there.

"Olivia.." He trails off, rubbing his hands over his face roughly.

"Everyone will be there to cry over an empty box, to be put in the ground with my name on it. This will be my only chance to see everyone one last time! Not talk to them, just watch from a distance! I won't try anything, no one will see!" I beg him, my hands ball and my heart flutters.

"Harry would fucking lose it..."

"He does not need to know! Pleas, Louis!" My throat constricts.

He studies me for a minute.

His blue eyes searching mine intensely, a look of obvious distress on his features.

I hate to put him in this spot.

But this was essential.

Notes

some of you are so fucking unbelievable.