Make You Mine(H.S.)

Silly Boy

"Well miss, we are going to give you a very nice evening!" He chirped and ushered us over to a table overlooking the city

"I'm Ashton by the way!" He said and hurried off to grab some menus.

"He seems, very spirited," I laughed.

"That he is," Harry chuckled.

Laila's POV

"So tell me, of all the things, why did you really choose to do boxing?" I questioned.

"Well, as a kid I always tried to be nice to everyone but they never really returned the favor. I was called names and sometimes taken to the back of the school to get a nice black eye to bring home," he chuckled.

"You sound like you've told this story a lot."

"This is actually my first time telling anyone," he answered seriously.

"Then why are you laughing about it?"

"I guess I have a dark sense of humor. I was pretty whimpy and without having some sense literally beaten into me, I never would have had a successful career like the one I do now. You can't please everyone but you can help yourself as selfish as that sounds."

"I guess you're right, well about the helping yourself part. So boxing became your form of defense?"

"Yeah, it was actually Liam who introduced me to his trainer. I eventually became good enough that he couldn't train me anymore. Mainly because I kicked his arse every time we sparred," he smirked.

"You sound pretty confident in your fighting skills," I replied.

"I am. There hasn't been a single person to beat me ever since I've gone Pro," he said confidently.

"Who beat you before all this?"

"Mostly Liam. I could beat him easily now."

"You sure about that?"

"Pretty positive."

"Who is Liam?" I asked, unsure of what he would say. He still didn't know of Liam and I's meeting.

"An old friend," he answered with an almost pissed look on his face. I knew I should change the subject, but Ashton saved the day for me.

"Desserts anyone?" He asked and wiggled his eyebrows.

"That'd be great," Harry replied.

"Splendid! Our special tonight is cheesecakes!" He said excitedly.

"We'll take two," Harry laughed and Ashton sped off towards the kitchen.

"How did you two even meet? You're like exact opposites."

"A very interesting story actually. Ashton accidentally ran into me with a scalding hot cup of tea on the street and practically dragged me to his apartment apologizing repeatedly. He then gave me a spare shirt and we ended up playing Xbox for a while afterwards. We've been good friends ever since."

"You have some interesting stories," I chuckled.

"I do indeed."

Ashton returned with the cheesecake and I felt my mouth watering. Harry smirked at me and took a bite of his cheesecake.

"What?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"You look pretty thirsty for that cheesecake," he chuckled.

I kicked his shin which only made him laugh harder.

"Admit it."

"Nope!"

"Liar."

I rolled my eyes and took a bite and couldn't believe how good it was.

"I wish you'd give me that much attention," he teased.

I glared at him and he held up his hands in defeat.

"Just trying to lighten the mood," he said.

"Your sexual references aren't exactly helping,"I muttered.

"I think they're hilarious. I'm quite funny if you haven't noticed love."

That's funny, I haven't," I answered.

"Ouch, my ego," he whined and placed his hand on his heart.

"You'll live."

"I don't know Lai, comedy was my second career choice," he said seriously.

"You're joking right?"

"I'm always joking, it's what comedians do!"

"Ha ha very funny," I replied sarcastically.

"Well, it's probably time to get back to the hotel. I'm supposed to meet with Zayn early tomorrow to discuss my schedule for the next week," he said and stood up after leaving a couple hundred dollar bills on the table. As we were walking out, we stopped momentarily due to someone yelling at us.

"Harold Edward Styles! You get back here! Your meal was seventy dollars not two-hundred!" Ashton yelled.

"Keep the change," Harry laughed and hustled me into the car. "If we don't go now, he'll catch up and give me the change," he whispered as soon as we got in the car.

"Who knew you could be so generous?" I joked.

"I be generous in more than one way, if you catch my drift," he mumbled and winked at me.

"Dirty boy," I muttered.

"What was that?"

"Silly boy," I said louder.

"I'll show you dirty," his voice rasped as he peppered my neck with kisses.

"Harry, we're in a car."

"And?"

"There's a driver."

"And?"

"You're hopeless," I sighed. He grinned at me and quickly pecked my lips.

"I'll save it for later."

Author's Note

Just a little steamy part to spice things up. Are you guys interested in more steamy chapters in the future? Let me know, I might consider writing a few;)
Other than that, bloody hell! 200 votes?! Thank you so much! See you all next week!