Enticing Charm

"Olivia maybe we shouldn't watch this..." Harry mumbles and reaches for the control but I rip my hand back and stand up, in front of the television. I turn back to the television where my parents are standing.

"We are here today to silence the rumors that she ran away..." My father starts. His eyes are blood shot and my mom is already crying. "We know in our hearts she was a happy child. An amazingly sweet girl. She wouldn't ever disappear with out a word. She was happy."

Was I? Was I really?.....

A scary noise like a crackle breaks through my lips and my knees shake.

"We know she was taken. So if anyone knows anything, seen anything. We beg you... let it be know." My dad starts crying, his strong persona breaking down... they must be so worried... So broken. "We just hope to god it's not to late. Olivia if you're watching this we love you very much." My dad has to stop talking and is ushered off of the stage. The head deputy of our town comes on stage to talk about how to turn in clues or any knowledge of my whereabouts.

But I can't stand to hear it. I can't stand it. Everything is rushing past me and I'm having another panic attack. I'm going to faint. I wish I did so I don't feel this pain. This agonizing pain. They have no leads. People are saying I ran away. When in all actuality I'm here. In the center of town... It's terrible.

I fall to my knees and I can't see for a second, white blurs my vision.

"Olivia!" Harry's voice yells through the room and then his large tattooed hands are on my hips, steadying me form falling farther. The tears are already falling. I don't think there going to stop. I need to get away. Hide myself. I hate breaking down in front of someone. Letting my self be vulnerable, especially with a stranger.

I take my hands and shove his chest.

"Don't push me away!" His voice cracks. I sob and get to my feet, his hands never leave me afraid I'll fall. I cover my face with my hands and make my way to my bed. I know I won't make it to the bathroom. His hands hold me tighter, following me as I cry in hysterics. I want this pain to end I want him to hug me and leave me be at the same time. I wish Niall was here. I wish I was home.

"Get the hell away from me!" I turn and scream, shoving him away. His face looks broken and defeated but I don't care. I stumble to the bed and drop my head in the pillow. Screaming and crying even kicking, tearing at my hair in frustration.

I haven't had a breakdown like this in years...

The bed dips and I feel his hands land feather light on my back. I slap his arm away but he puts it back on me. I hiccup and sob relentlessly, the pain and sorrow of my fate bearing down upon.

The thought of my parents having to go on with the rest of their life without me. Not know anything.

"Shh, it's OK. It's alright." Harry strokes my back and puts his other hand on my hip.

"How is it ever supposed to be OK?" I scream in to my pillow. I'm seriously losing it.

He doesn't say anything except I feel the quilt being lifted off of my feet and pulled up to my shoulders. Not only that but the bed dips even more as he pushes me over and slides down next to me. I shake my head and try to push him away but he covers us up with the blanket. His muscled arms winding around my waist.

"It's alright. Please stop crying." he coos, smoothing my hair. His touch feels strange and foreign but it instantly stops my screaming. His hands running through my hair and down my back some how helps e glue the pieces of my wall back together. I hiccup and peek out at him from under my mess of hair. His angelic face resting on the pillow next to me. He gives me a small smile but he looks just as sad as I do, if not even more. His hands touch my forehead and smooth it back and it makes my stomach flutter. "I promise it's going to be OK." He whispers. The hair isn't blocking my face, but his hand stays on my face, his thumb stroking lightly.

For the first time I really study his face. He's beyond beautiful and his eyes sparkle. I don't know why I'm suddenly noticing how attractive he is.. but I am and it feels right to me.

"Can you hold me, please?" I whimper. Wanting those muscular arms wrapped around me. He nods and grabs my hips pulling our chests together.

Only one man has ever held me and that was Niall. But this? This felt right. I already said that but I mean it. It feels right.

I burrow my face in to his neck and those amazing arms constrict around my hips, he ous his face in my hair. I'm still crying but it's silent.

"Harry, I wanna go home." I whimper. He smells like mint and.... vanilla? Smoke? I have no idea. But it smells heavenly.

"I know that, hun. I do. And if I could do something I swear I would." His voice is soft and his hands rub up and down my back. My shirt get lifted slightly from his movements so his hands take advantage of my bare lower back and his warm hands land softly on my skin.

His fingers feel calloused yet soft. His fingers clench slightly and then relax repeatedly. I like this skin on skin touch...

"Why don't you try to sleep?" He murmurs in to my hair. I sniffle and bury my head in his neck, my lips slip along his inked skin on accident and he gasps.

"Will you stay here? I don't wan't to be alone, Harry." He nods and squeezes me tighter. I take a deep breath, appreciating his hold and lovely smell.

"Go to sleep." He demands in a gentle tone.

I find myself nodding and drifting off in the strange boys arms....

-

Niall's P.O.V.

It's been three days since she was last seen. Six since shes been seen by me.

I can't handle it.

Her and her prissy comments, her need to loo perfect even though I always think she doesn't. Especially when shes not wearing all that makeup shit.

Olivia and her passion for always being right.

her spotless room and house.

Her sweet smell.

Her soft skin....

Even the way she talks.

How she bites her lip when confused.

Her. I miss her. I need her.

Wheres my Olivia?

I spill my stomach in to the toilet again. Sweat drips down my forehead. I fall back on to my bathroom floor.

I want this pain to go away.

I don't know anything and that's the worst part.

I imagine her tied up in somewhere dark, ears on her pretty cheeks. I claw at my face, shaking my head. I don't want to picture this. I can't. I haven't been alive for three days and it's terrible. I don't want to live like this....

I barely get myself off of the floor. I'm shaking and cold yet my head is hot.

Who would take her?

Who could be that heartless. She was nothing but a bright soul on this earth and it's darker now.

The thought of someone on her, binding her hands, touching her skin. I let out an un human scream, taking a fist out and slamming it in to the doorway between the bathroom and my room.

My poor girl.

I have to find her....

I need to.

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