Enticing Charm

I sit on the floor in my towel for a while, attempting to regulate my pulse and chest.

What in the world was I supposed to do now..

I could not continue to be this distant to Harry. And I just did not want to. I really, really liked him. I cared about him nearly too much. And he did I.

but now.. What choice did I have?

Pulling on my clothes I shake lightly and I can not stop it. I have had at least three collective panic attacks in the past week and it really wore me down. Sitting on the bed I weigh my options.

I could tell Harry about his father and Tyler, yes. But what is the only way he could fix it is by taking me and leaving??

My chances of rescue were small enough. This would make them nearly invisible. I do not doubt he would take me away, he was selfish in his own nature and I feared what taking a chance of telling him would result in...

Besides, I knew he was enlisted in an art college here. Regardless of the fact he was not going, I had seen his paintings, I knew he was talented and I did not want him to throw an education away because of me. (You may need to re read if you don't remember this. But it's been previously stated.)

I will have to talk to Louis about it all; that way I am not forced to make decisions about the mafia, which I was not very well educated on.

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Louis comes down later to bring me dinner. I inform him of all of the days dramatic events.

"Fuck.. This is really, really bad, Olivia." I swallow the pit in my adams apple. He did not need to tell me that, I knew that already.

"I feel as though I must tell him.." Louis's face is scrunched ever so slightly in concentration as he plays with the options in his mind.

"I feel like we should wait a little bit."

"What, why!?" I really could not wait any longer. It was too hard. It really was. Just pretending not to like him anymore these past two days has been so treacherous. I missed him. I hurt him. And i want to have him close once more.

"Because, maybe if we wait until the memorial, Kenneth might be convinced you and Harry are over, then in turn, you will still get to go to the memorial and after you can tell Harry and he can clean up this mess. I think that we need them to not watch you guys so closely anymore. Plus if Harry thinks you don't want him he will get more involved in the mafia again, that will convince them for sure." He nods to himself.

it was the only steady plan we really had.

And at this point I saw no other option.

"Alright. I trust you, Louis.." I tell him, staring at the wall in front of us in the kitchen.

"I'm glad you do. And as for Harry, I know it must be shit. But it will keep both of you safe. Think of it that way."

"How would it keep him safe?" I ask, confused momentarily.

"I think Harry would take you away. And if you leave this mafia. They find you. And they bring you back. And it's never pretty when that happens. Remember the night we took you?"

I shudder at the thought. How could I forget. (Again, previously stated, may need to reread.)

"Yeah.."

"Those men, the ones are men shot; they have been a part of this gang for years. They tried to leave and that's what came of it. It's fucking dangerous. For everyone." He warns me.

I grow sick to my stomach.

I would not let Harry get himself killed for me.

I would be so lost with out him.

On cue; he strides in to the kitchen wearing gym shorts and a tank top. His arms are lightly coated in moisture and I bite my lip at the feeling it gives me to his bare arms and hair pushed back. His hands are in light, finger less gloves and I wonder if he boxes.

"Oh, look who it is." He snips. Louis gives me a sad smile and pats Harry on the back before leaving.

I had an idea. I knew he was mad and I knew what would make him feel better..


"Harry?" No response... "Do you want to see me dance again?" His head snaps up quickly and he eyes me suspiciously.

"Really?" His eyes are wide like a child and I smile before getting up and leaving the kitchen, beckoning him to follow me.

Entering the empty ballroom where I first danced for him all those weeks ago makes me smile. He watches me, face guarded, not sure as to why I was suddenly acting like this for him. After all, not three hours ago I refused to kiss him.

I knew he loved this.

I knew he deserved it.

I take his phone from his hand and with out words pull up the song and go in to my starting position.

I was not afraid to dance for him anymore.

I was myself when I danced.

And there was not a time when I was afraid to be myself with Harry.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1ld9-NXtF8

Once done I stopped my harsh breath. My feet hurt and I wish I had the right shoes on.

I look up to take in his reaction. He sat cross legged behind me, leaning against the wall, his mouth hung open. Eyes unreadable.

I give him a shy shrug, turn on my heel, expecting him to follow and return to his room. Ready to continue pretending I didn't feel for him anymore.

The next three days went by far to terribly...

I asked him to stop touching me both nights when he would try to pull me close. We fought three times and all three times I shut him out and pretended to be bored. I spent majority of those days close to Louis, always pretending to have a secret with him when Harry came to retrieve me. I was on thin ice and his eyes got more sad each day.

On the third day he did not fight with me.

He did not speak to me.

I bid him good morning after a cold night, in which he only spent two to three hours of in bed, he did not reply. It was so drastically unfair to him and I wanted nothing but to run in to his arms and pull him to me.

I have yet to kiss him in five days.

Five terrible days.

I do not know where Harry went while I was with Louis but I hope it was somewhere Kenneth and Tyler saw. He often left angry and came back tired and sweaty in jogging clothes.

As of now I sat in his bed with Louis at my side. We were becoming a lot closer and I really appreciated his help but he was not my Harry.

Yes, my Harry.

Louis at one point drifts off, his arms sprawled out, blanket on his hips. And then after waiting for Him to turn up, as do I.

It is not until I hear Harry's screaming do I wake up.

Notes

I'd Like to thank @zeni for the first hate comment. Much love, darling. xx

"This is crap I hate it why so fart so unrealistic read mine or poo will be in u face
zeni
a day ago"

Anyways; Happy Halloween. What are you all going as?

And I actually have a date tonight:p yay!