Enticing Charm

"Liv.." Louis breathes, obviously aggravated.

I needed to go to the memorial. I needed to.

If it meant asking everyone in this house I would do just that.

"I would risk it for you!" I whisper. Taking his hands in mine.

His face falls to the floor for three seconds or so until I barely make out

"OK.. I'll bring you to the memorial."

I have never been more thankful for someone.

Not ever I do not think.

"Oh, Louis, thank you so much I -"

"There are requirements." He interrupts. His face looks slightly pained, he looks over his shoulder, obviously afraid Harry will walk in any moment.

"Anything." I fight the urge to scream like a giddy child.

"HE, can not know... Not ever. He would never allow me by you, and I know that." His tone is barely a whisper and he brings his face closer to my own. I nod. Understanding completely. "We will have to sneak out from the house without him watching you. Which will be nearly impossible. SO we will need to think of a plan."

"I can do that." I whisper back. My eyes wide.

"And you have to swear to me you won't make me regret this, Olivia. DO you understand?" His arms take my upper arms and he squeezes tightly.

I had no honest intentions of doing so.

I did not want to hurt and possibly endanger my friend while he is trying to give me one of the best gifts I have ever received.

I could never go that low.

"I swear to you.." I plead. I needed him to believe me.

He searches my eyes for any sort of misgivings of any kind.

He does not find any.

"We need to think this plan through."

Niall's POV

I woke the next morning feeling off.

"Ni, come up here please.." My mother calls from the bottom of the staircase."

Groaning and pulling my sweats on my mind is already where Olivia is. I picture her sweet face I climb the stairs, so distracted with the picture I don't notice two police officers standing in my living room with my crying parents.

My heart drops.

No.

Please no.

No more bad news.

Please do not let it be Olivia. It can't be. She is OK. I know she is. She can not be.... dead...

"Son, come take a seat." My dad waves me over, clearing his throat as I sit on the couch. My mind is fog. I can't really focus.

Please god no.

I'm sweating and my adrenaline is pulsing.

"Niall... It's your uncle..."


"W-what?" I stammer, my hands balling in fists.

"His neighbors heard gun shots last night.. he was found dead this morning."

I choke for a second on the spit in my mouth.

No.

NO. There was no way. He can not be gone..

"No! No he isn't! There is no way!" I stammer, jumping to my feet, my hands gripping my hair tightly. The officers take a step closer.

"Sir, we are going to have to ask you to sit back down."

I don't listen though.

I push past him and jog to the bathroom. They all call after me but i'm preoccupied throwing up.

Olivia's POV

I sit in the room for a solid hour with Louis, planning, whispering..

That is until the door slams open. Our head fly up as Harry strolls in. A nervous look in his eye. Obviously still jittery from the fight we just had.

"What are you two doing?" His eyebrows knitting as he takes us in, sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed.

I point my nose in the air and ignore him.

"Talking." Louis shrugs. He peeks a look at me and nods when Harry turns away to take his boots off.

I know what I needed to do.

I just didn't want to do it.

I swallow the nerves and nod back.

"Oh.." Harry says softly, standing over us.

"Catch you later, Harry." Louis nods at me and right before he is about to leave, winks at me, making sure Harry sees it before leaving.

This was going to be a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.

Notes

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