Make You Mine(H.S.)

Flour and Fights

"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.

Laila's POV

I awoke to find the bed empty and almost wished for Harry to be next to me because it was really freaking cold in this room for some odd reason. I wrapped the comforter around me and headed towards the kitchen.

I heard a string of curse words being muttered when I was about to enter it and peeked around the corner to see Harry on the floor coated in flour.

I had to hold in my laugh as I rounded the corner and his cheeks flushed when his eyes set on me.

"I was trying to make pancakes," he mumbled and I dropped the comforter to go help him up.

"I'm sorry," I responded and began to snicker.

"It's not funny!"

"Oh but so is," I laughed. He frowned and held his hand out for me to pull him up with and I began to pull him up. Unfortunately, he had other plans, and soon I was falling into the powdery mess.

"Damn it Harold!"

"Couldnt resist," he chuckled and grinned at me.

I frowned at him and moved to get up but he grabbed my arm.

"Noooooo," he whined and pulled me closer to him.

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm coated in flour, " I muttered.

"And I as well," he replied.

"Well maybe we should get cleaned off."

"Is that an invitation Laila?"

"Yeah- Oh god no! Harry!" I exclaimed, realisng his true intentions behind that.

"Was worth a shot," he replied.

I stood up and tossed a handful of flour onto his head and made my way towards the shower.

"Hey!" He yelled and I chuckled to myself.

Just as I was grabbing clean clothes to shower with,  I felt something cold and slimy run down my back.

I spun around to face Harry who was snickering and holding am empty egg shell. The rest of the egg plopped on the ground behind me and I reached for the object nearest to me.

Harry's eyes widened and I look down to find a lamp in my hand and grinned sinisterly at him. He ran out of the bedroom and I chased after him after switching out the lamp for a pillow. He never had to know.

He ran through the kitchen and around the coffee table by the couch.

"I didn't mean any harm love! Honest!" He shouted and I closed in on him. He was attempting to hide behind the couch and I quietly crept towards him. I raised the pillow above my head and smacked his face and he turned to look at me.

He looked at the pillow in my hand and sighed in relief.

"I thought you were gonna throw that lamp at me," he laughed nervously.

"I'm not that bad of a person," I chuckled and sat down on the couch.

"You sure about that?"

"Positive," I responded, a wave of guilt washing over me. I wasn't that bad of a person yet.

An abrupt ding echoed through the room and Harry's head snapped towards the elevator. I turned to face whoever had managed to get in the room just as Harry spoke.

"What the hell are you doing here?!!" He snapped angrily.

"Oh c'mon now Harry. Is that any way to treat your manager?" Zayn's questioning voice responded.

"You quit. And I was about to fire you anyways," Harry gritted through his teeth.

"That may be so, but need I remind you that in order to compete in this competition, you need a manager."

"Laila can be my manager."

"What does she know about fighting?"

Harry turned to face me with hope that I learned something from watching him, but I always closed my eyes when he wasn't looking.

I looked down at my lap and he sighed.

"Fine Malik. I don't know why you're back, but I guess you can have your job back," he grumbled.

"Splendid! Now, I must be off but make sure that you get plenty of rest. I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your chances of winning," Zayn said and winked at me on the way out.

Harry slammed his fist onto the floor causing me to jump slightly.

"That d*ck sure knows how manipulate people," he muttered. Oh Harry, you have no idea what you're in for.

Author's Note

Well, Zayn is back. What do you think of him? Do you think Laila will change her mind about the plan? Let me know what you think! Thank you for reading:)