Enticing Charm

"Olivia, wake up.'' Someone pokes my ribs through the blanket. I groan and roll over looking up to find Harry standing over me. Scowling like usual.

"Go away." I snap and roll back over, facing the wall, tucking the blanket tight around me since I'm not wearing any pants again.

"Oh are you still mad about this morning?!" He scoffs and sits on the bed next to me.

"Yes, I am."

"Well I'm sorry. Now sit up." He demands, I roll my eyes and obey him, tucking the blanket around my hips.

He's scowling but it doesn't really meet his eyes though....

"What? I'm tired, Harold." I sigh, waiting for the impatient boy to hurry.

"Don't call me Harold." He snaps, I roll my eyes but wait for him to continue. "What do you need? Louis said you need something?" He presses

"Louis says he would get it for me." I argue, being difficult. He doesn't like this one bit. I can practically see the steam from his ears as he scowl down at me.

"Too bad for you and him." He spits through his teeth. "Why do you care so much about him anyways? Huh? He doesn't like you so you shouldn't crush on him." he rushes out, glaring at me.

"I do not have a crush on him!" I argue, even though I am not quite sure why I am in all actuality.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about you and Niall." He snaps. Why is he being like this? I don't understand? What did I do to him?

"What does he have anything to do with this? I don't understand!" I throw my hands in the air in defeat. He shakes his head, his messy hair is pushed back with a big hand before he turns back to me. I can't help but notice the blush on his face. Why would he embarrassed?

"Just tell me what the fuck you need!" He growls. My throat tightens slightly at the tone of his voice... how deep.. it is. His green eyes bare in to mine. He gently takes his lip piercing in to his mouth... Most likely a nervous habit. "Olivia?" I jump, clearly zoning out.

"Sorry. I need shampoo and conditioner."

"And?"

"And a TV. And some books. And a tooth brush and tooth paste. And for you to lt me leave but apparently that is a touchy subject for you..." I say lightly

"That's a lot of shit." He mumbles, his eyes going back to my lips.

"Why do you keep cussing?" I ask, tilting my head lightly.

"The hell do you mean?" He laughs, he smiles for the second time... he has dimples... dimples...

"Well, I don't know... Never mind." I say bashfully. I guess I should expect he swears, he is heavily tattooed and pierced.

"Did you eat lunch?" I avoid his eyes.

"No." I say quietly, not wanting him to yell again.

"And why the fuck not? You're going to get sick!" He yells once again. I sigh and turn to him again.

"Would it really matter if I did..... I'm just going to be stuck in here for forever." I hear myself saying. He doesn't say anything.. And I didn't really expect him to.

"I don't know what to say." He says softly, I look up and find him studying my face intensely. Like he's memorizing every part of me. It makes me blush he looks so hard. "What did you and Louis talk about?"

"I don't know, nothing really." I sigh, leaning back on the wall.

"Are you sure? What did you guys say?" he presses, scooting closer an inch.

"I don't know, Harry. He just feels bad that I am here." Why does he want to know so bad. "Why?" He seems taken back by my asking.

"I just don't want him bothering you, he's annoying." He huffs, tugging at his always messy head of curls.

"He's not. He's very nice."

"Am I nice?" He looks away right after asking, and i'm not sure he meant to ask me that.

"Well, I guess. You did save my life. Even though we seem to but heads." I offer, not positive if I mean it or not. He scowls down at the floor and nods once.


"I'll let you sleep." And before I can reply he gets up and storms out. Leaving me alone... he did that way to often.

-

Chains rustle and locks come unhinged, the door is open and closed as someone barges in noisily. Sitting up, I rub my eyes.

"Harry?" I mumble sleepily, looking up he's got a hand full of bag and a box under his arms. His head flies up to me.

"Hey, I got your shit." He puts down the bags at the end of the bed. I didn't expect them so soon. Or him to get them at all actually. I glance to the box under his arms.

"You got me a TV?" I furrow my brows.

"Well, yeah. You must be bored out of your fucking mind." He snaps. Why is he giving me attitude already? Maybe that's how he always talks? So impolite.... But it fits him, so I can't complain. He pulls the small flat screen out and goes to work on setting it all up. I take his distraction to my advantage and quietly get out of bed, since I'm only in my panties again. I stand up and attempt to creep over to my dresser. "Hey can you hand me the cords in the box?" He turns around and freezes.

I stand there and take the edge of my T shirt and pull it down, of course it's not long enough. His pupils dilate and a strange noise comes out of his mouth as he lips part softly. His eyes inspect and trail up every inch of my skin, stopping at my chest and finding my eyes. They're so intense, so... dedicated, to my flesh that it takes my breath away.

No man has ever looked at me that way.

He marveled my body.

Lusted for my flesh.

It was beautiful.

A strange something creeps in to my stomach so I quickly grab a pair of pants and try to rip them up my legs.

"No need to be embarrassed. You're gorgeous." His voice is strained, a little high pitched. His compliment makes my heart flutter.

I dress myself and then get the connector cords from the box, handing them to him.


"About damn time.." He mumbles, clearing his throat. Why was he being rude again? Was he embarrassed? Why would he be? I want him to look at me that way again....

We spend the next chuck of time with Harry fussing with the TV and me sitting on the bed chattering away to him. Even though I'm sure he wasn't listening, it felt good to have someone to talk to. Once it's done he stands and steps back with the remote.

"You talk. A lot." He mumbles absentmindedly.

"Well, you are rude. So there." I pout, here was the rude Harry again. He laughs and shakes his head before giving me the remote and joining me on the bed. I take it and point it at the flat screen on the dresser, pleased he's here. I didn't want him to leave me alone.

I flick it on to the guide and see the news channel four. He wrings his hands as I select it.

"Maybe we should watch -" Harry tries to take it from me.

"Oh my god." I whisper as the channel pops up after being selected. The news lady stands in front of two middle aged people on a podium and says...

"Mr and Mrs Forest are here today giving a speech on the sudden disappearance on their only daughter at the Black Lakes police station today..."

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