Enticing Charm

Harry's face was twisted in sheer confusion. Obviously noticing the wink Louis just gave me.

I was still mad at him for the comment he gave in the kitchen earlier today about not caring but I felt too bad for what I was doing to show it on my face or act on it.

He told me wanted to change for me. That I meant something. And this plan was throwing it all in his face.

"What were you two just doing..?" He mumbles, unsure of how to approach the situation.

"Nothing. He said that." I shrug off coldly, getting up from the floor to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Okay..." He stops to clear his throat before coming closer to me. "About earlier.. I didn't mean -"

"Harry, don't. It's fine. I understand. And I am not mad." And that part was true at least. I knew he spoke out of anger.

"But I am still sorry.." He sighs, crossing the room, before he can stand in between my legs I put my knees together. He stops, confused by rejecting his embrace.

Oh Harry, there is nothing I want more than to have you step to me and hold me. But I had things to take care of foremost

"Are you..sure?" His voice soft, I can seek the worry in his green eyes.

I nod and turn from him, blocking him out.

He nods, mostly to himself I think, and then sits on the bed, a little farther from me.

-

Getting in to bed that night Harry we lay on our backs, me making the space larger than necessary. I know he is already beginning to worry, to over think, to hurt.

And I have already began to hate myself for doing it to him.

"Goodnight, Olivia." He whispers.

"Night." I yawn, rolling so my back is to him. Cutting off any means of touching or conversation.

I hear him sigh.

We both lay awake for a long time. Not talking. Just over analyzing and regretting.

I'm sorry Harry...

-

Morning comes early as someones gently rubs my arm. Groaning I flutter my eyes open to find Louis standing over me. He jerks his head to the door and I nod, peeking over at Harry. He lays on his stomach, face in the pillows, his tan back rising and falling as he breathes. Sleep, still giving him his momentary release.

Quickly getting up I crawl from bed, Louis taking my upper arm, steadying me as I stumble away quietly.

Hurrying to the door we close it behind us and then make a dash down the hallway to the kitchen.

Our plans were simple. Get Harry to think Louis and I liked each other so he leaves me alone. If I'm alone more it will be easier for Louis to sneak me out unnoticed for the memorial.

We enter the kitchen and I flop down on a chair.

"I feel bad for doing this to him.." I entrust in Louis.

"Yeah.. me too." He huffs back, drawing patterns in the wooden top.

We sit in the kitchen for a while, talking, eating some cereal then pacing the floor.

Then we hear a door slam.

Here he comes...

We quickly go to the table and put our hands just a little to close together in the middle and lean over, looking at each other. Not a minute later the door flies open and in storms a shirtless, hectic, angry Harry

"What the fuck?!" He spits. Striding close to us, pausing when he sees our hands and positions.

Louis quickly pulls away, acting guilty, looking to the floor.

"W-what?" I breathe.

"WHY AREN'T YOU IN BED?" His anger coming back at full force. I jump at the decimal level.

"I - I was hungry."

His eyes immediately soften.

"I'm sorry, Harry.." My eyes attempting to appear innocent.

"Don't do that again. Ever." He bites, glaring at the two of us. I nod but Louis doesn't. "Let's go." He grouches.

"Bye Louis." I give him my sweetest smiles and a small wave before creeping towards Harry.

Harry's POV

I was fucking pissed. I really fucking was. That whole thing was bullshit. I woke up and she was just gone; I didn't know if she ran off or some sick fuck like Tyler took her again.

And I come down here and find her with Louis again. I mean, what the hell are they up to anyways? Since when are they so smitten?

She creeps towards me and looks in to me eyes hesitantly as I yank her upper arm through the door.

I was soft with her but that bullshit was not allowed. Not ever.

She seems sad almost as I drag her along but doesn't say a damn thing to me. When we reach the room I push her in harder than I probably needed to but fucker everything as of right now.

"If you need something you fucking get me. Not Louis. And you never fucking leave where I tell you to stay without my permission. Understood?"

She glares at me for a second.

"You don't own me, Harry." Her voice is as cold as mine and I'm fucking confused.

Ever since yesterdays fight she has been so cold and distant. She has never acted like this and our fights have been worse. I don't fucking get it. It's fucking terrifying.

"That may be right." I shrug indifferently, walking around her in a slow circle. "But I am as close to as owner as you have. And if you want to stay safe." I pause behind her, breathing down her neck, my voice just as cruel as hers. "You fucking listen."

I hear her swallow loudly, her small hands wring in front of her.

Before she gives me a reply I lock my bedroom door, take the key and storm to the bathroom, making sure to slam it as I go.

I don't miss her groan loudly before I turn the shower on to bathe.

Niall's POV

It hurts. It really does. I won't deny it. I won't deny that Everything Fucking Hurts.

He died. No, was killed helping me.

I feel guilty.

I feel helpless.

I feel stupid.

I'm running. More and more everyday.

I can feel the muscles start protruding as they used to. I run by that fucking house everyday.But I have yet to see any of the Styles. Which works fine with me. I would have beat the shit out of him had I seen him.

But I wasn't too worried about Olivia.

Because I had a plan.

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