Enticing Charm

I sat silently on the bed, rubbing my hands together, waiting for Harry to come out of the shower. I wanted him to just hold me. Was that too much to ask?

The shower stops and he comes out a few moments later, a black towel tied snugly on his hips. My breath feels a little staggered. His tan skin is carved with the high and lows of his muscles. Beads of water drip off his hair and shoulder, his eyelashes wet. He doesn't acknowledge me as he goes to get clothes. Something stirs in my stomach. I blush and look down as he retreats to get dressed.

God I just want the next week to pass. Then everything can go back to normal.

When he comes back out he stands in the doorway and stares at me, leaning against the frame , his muscled arms crossed. I don't meet his eye. Silently and he comes to the bed and sits in front of me, our knees touching.

"Olivia." He sighs. I raise and eyebrow and look up at him. All I wanted was to crawl on to his lap and hold him close to me. "I'm sorry..I am. But you scared me. You're right. I don't own you." My heart beats hard as the apology, the fact he was trying so hard to fix this. Little did he know.

"I know. Just forget it." I wave him off with a shrug.

"I know something is wrong with you. So you might as well tell me now."

"Nothing is wrong, Harry."

"Don't lie to me. I'm not stupid." I open my mouth but shut it again, sighing heavily and shaking my head, looking everywhere but at him. Before I can object he gently takes my knees and pulls me up on to his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Harry S-"

"Not until you tell me!" He breath is minty and fans my face, making my head swirl.

"Let me go!" I whine, pushing off on his chest; his iron grip holds me down in place and pulls me even closer in to his chest.

"Tell me so I can fix it, Olivia!" His voice is loud and harsh.

"It's nothing!" I yell, pushing away harder.

"Then why can't you look me in the eyes and say that!" He exclaims dramatically. Groaning obnoxiously I throw my hands in the air in defeat and drop my head on his chest. His arms ensnare me tighter and he smooths my hair. "Tell me and I will fix it."

But he couldn't fix this. I know he wouldn't let me go see my family. And if he was always hovering over me Louis wouldn't be able to sneak me out unnoticed.

"Nothing is wrong. Please asking me what is wrong because nothing is." I whisper in to his shirt. A deep growl emanates through his chest.

His large hands take my chin and pull my face up to meet his.

"Then kiss me." His eyes demanding and needy.

There is nothing I want more, Harry. I wanted nothing more then to just put his soft pink lip on my own and have him touch me as he did a few days ago. I bite my lip and his thumb smooths the crease on my forehead. I merely shake and drop my head. With a sharp motion he shoves me off of his lap and stand up. Rejection washing his features.

"Harry wait." I plead, calling out to him.

He ignores me and leaves the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.

I shriek in annoyance at myself and cover my face with a pillow from the beds large collection.

I knew I hurt him.

Groaning I get up and head to the shower, locking the door behind me. Pulling my clothes off and folding them before placing them in his hamper. Turning the water on hot I take my time to bathe, scrubbing the tension and guilt from my shoulders and tense muscles. Washing my hair with the girl shampoo conditioner Harry must have brought for me.

I couldn't do this to Harry anymore. I just couldn't. I am not so sure it is worth it. He is all I have now. And I do not want to hurt him.

It's decided. When he comes back I will come clean and tell him I made Louis do it. I shouldn't be so sneaky. I shouldn't have to be. I wouldn't want him sneaking around with me. So why should I do it to him?

I just can't anymore

Once done and a towel under my arms I storm out in to the bedroom and nearly throw up when I find a familiar face waiting for me on my bed.

Tyler.

He is giving my this look of disgust, his eyes raking up and down my body. My stomach drops and I hug my towel tightly to my wet frame. Visions of the torture and abuse he put me through for that solid week.

I have forgotten all about him. I thought he was to leave me alone..

"Hello, Olivia. It's been a while." His smile is sinister and twisted. Without replying I turn on my heels and dart back in to the bathroom, attempting to save myself. I know he didn't want to just talk.

I scream as his hand catches the door at the last second, entering the bathroom right after me, my wet hair sticks to my face as he grabs me elbow and rips me back.

"HELP! HARRY HELP!" I shriek, screaming, holding my towel with one hand, pushing him away with the other.

"Shut the fuck up unless you want me to grind your pretty little face in to this bathroom floor."

"HARRY!" I don't keep quit and continue to shove him off, clawing at his skin, kicking my legs, fighting to run away.

"Have it your way." With ease he takes me and shoves me with all of his might. My feet lose their balance and I come in contact with the wall, cracking my head on it shrudely before crumpling down to me knees.

He kneels beside me as I bring my palms up to my throbbing forehead.

"Olivia, we have some business to settle. And I want you to shut your damn mouth and listen."

I sniffle and hug myself tightly. The frays of another panic attack creeping through me.

"Harry's father is not pleased with this situation. He fears Harry might decide to... depart. With you and his friends. And we simply can not have that."

"H-he wouldn't.." I stammer.

"He would though. Don't deny it."

And I wouldn't. If worse came to worse I knew Harry would take me and leave. We would be alone and away from all of this. I knew him well enough to know that,

"So we need you to be a good girl and listen up." I meet his eye. "Distance your relationship and I won't have to hurt you, him or your family."

My face pales.

"Do you understabd?"

I nod smally. My body shaking lightly from the cold nipping at my wet skin and the fear. He nods and gets up, standing in the bathroom doorway.

"I will kill you if I have to." He shurgs and leaves. Not another word as he goes.

Oh no.

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