Make You Mine(H.S.)

Welcome to LA

"I can't just force myself to like you! You have to earn my feelings," I snapped.

"I'll do anything. Anything to not feel so alone. But let me remind you, I am in charge. I will be kind and give you space, but if you piss me off, it's gone. We will be landing in an hour and the paps will be swarming around us. You will hold my hand and act like we are dating to trash the old dating rumors from my past and you wont speak a word to anyone about what has happened over the last 2 months. I have people everywhere and even though the gang is old business, I still have what it takes to hunt you down if you escape." He stated with a cold tone and got up and headed towards the front of the plane.

Laila's POV

Harry's harsh words took a blow on me and I was unsure whether I should pity him or be pissed at him.

He was hurt beyond belief and really needed to seek out help. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. There was something about him though that wouldn't let me give up on him. I liked the laid back and cuddly Harry, but the cold, dark one scared me away every time we seemed to be making progress.

His touch made me feel uneasy at first, but when I became more accustomed to it, I almost welcomed it. It was warm, but almost distant. It was like he didn't know how to love. Perhaps that was something I would need to teach him.

The jet jerked a little bit and the seatbelt sign flashed above all the seats. I sighed and headed over to buckle myself in and was surprised when Harry plopped down next to me. He didn't say a word. Instead, he grabbed my hand and smiled slightly as if he forgave me without speaking.

The jet landed and Harry squeezed my hand before unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching over to undo mine. He offered his hand and helped me up and we headed down the aisle to the front of the jet.

Our bags had been taken and were on their way to the hotel and we climbed down the steps of the jet to enter the airport. My eyes widened at the crowd waiting behind the glass doors, cameras already focused on us.

I tightened my hold on Harry's hand and he placed his baseball cap over my head.

"Don't look at them, you're probably reported as a missing person and I can't have the cops on my back," he whispered into my ear. "It'll be fine as long as you don't talk. They can't hurt you."

I nodded and wished that I could look at the cameras and scream "Help!" but I knew the consequences would be worse. Harry wasn't afraid to find me and even though he said he was done with killing people, I was almost positive he would kill to get me back.

I couldn't risk my friends or family. Or innocent people for that matter. I had to stick to the plan. Maybe in the time that I am stuck with him, I can build up a better tolerance for him. I just have to keep thinking that. I have to.

I took a deep breath as the doors opened and lowered my head to look at the ground. Harry's hat and my sunglasses Niall bought for me covered my face and the flashes that went off startled me.

"Harry! Over here!"

"Are you satisfied with your first competitor?"

"Who's the girl?"

"Are you two dating?"

"Yes, we are dating. Now please move out of the way so we can get through," he spoke calmly. He must have had lots of practice with this.

Harry's facial features relaxed when the crowd parted slightly and we rushed over to a black van. A man dressed completely in black sat in the drivers seat and Harry nodded at him. The van pulled out of it's parking spot and began to drive towards the exit to Los Angeles.

I had never been to LA before and was excited to finally be able to say I've been. I wasn't necessarily traveling with the person of my choice, but I still wanted to try and enjoy it.

"Are you nervous?"

"For what?"

"Your match."

"Oh, that? Nope," he replied popping the 'p'.

"How could you not be afraid?" I wondered aloud.

"I've done this competition enough that I don't really fear matches anymore. I know that I'll advance to the next round so there really isn't a point in worrying," he answered.

We arrived at the hotel within an hour and Harry climbed out of the car and lead me into the lobby. A man was waiting by the entrance and handed Harry a room key. He nodded at the man and pulled me towards the elevator.

We reached the top floor of the hotel and I gasped when I saw that the top floor was one room.

"Are we staying here?" I asked excitedly.

"Of course," he laughed as if it was obvious.

I went to explore the huge room and eventually ended up in the bedroom. There was a huge king sized bed and a walk-in closet. This place was nicer than my house!

I shrieked when somthing lifted me off the ground and carried me over to the bed. I was placed down gently and glared at Harry who was grinning like a mad man.

I reached up to poke his dimple and he grinned even wider. He laid down next to me and I frowned at him.

"You scared me you jerk!"

"I couldn't pass up the chance," he chuckled and rolled over to face me.

"Well next time, please refrain from doing it."

"You have really pretty eyes," he said suddenly.

"I-um thanks, " I muttered.

"You don't hear that a lot, do you?"

"Not exactly," I admitted.

"Well get used to it then. You deserve a shower of compliments. In fact, you deserve a river of compliments," he said and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I blushed and turned to face away but he tugged me closer to him.

"Don't deny it, because it's true," he whispered and planted his lips on mine.

A wave of butterflies erupted within me and I knew that I was about to go in over my head. He had won, and he knew it when I responded.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss. Soon after that, he began to pepper small kisses down my neck. I giggled because they tickled and his kisses soon lingered on one spot.

"Oh."

"Found it," he mumbled and began to lightly suck on the spot.

I squirmed around, unsure of what this new feeling was inside me and he chuckled, breaking his contact with my skin and curled his arm around me.

"You'll get used to it," he mumbled and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. The last thing I rememeber was Harry tucking me under the covers of the bed.

Author's Note

So do you guys want a little smut or no? I am new to writing it but would be willing to if you all want it. Let me know! I know that I say this after every update but thank you so much for the votes and reads!!!! It means so much to me! Also, I CAN'T BELIEVE HARRY EDWARD STYLES IS 21 PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO CRY IN A CORNER!!!!