Make You Mine(H.S.)

Vegas

The flight was short luckily and the next thing I know, I am being rushed into a black car with tinted windows and whisked off to another hotel. It amazes me that after all these photos being taken of me, no one recognizes I am a missing person. At this point it was for the best that I didn't get recognized because I had major plans to help Harry with.

Zayn was going on about some hotel we were staying at and how it was important that we didn't go anywhere near the casino due to Harry's bad luck in the past. I looked over at him and he rolled his eyes. Zayn didn't notice anything and continued to lecture us. He may hate Harry, but he is pretty good at his job. I'd have to remember to ask why he's on Liam's side.

The car pulled up to a large hotel that read 'Caesar's Palace' and the valets rushed over to help unload our luggage. Zayn slipped a 20 to each of them and instructed them to take the bags up to our room.

"I apologize that the room is not as big as the last one but Vegas doesn't have very big rooms due to the popularity and amount of tourists who come here," Zayn said and headed inside towards the front desk.

"I could literally kill him right now," Harry muttered.

"Probably not the best idea," I said and patted him on the back before following Zayn. Harry chose to wait outside until our room was ready.

I approached Zayn who was currently arguing with the clerk about the amount of time it would take for our room to be ready. Apparently it still needed to be cleaned.

"Listen woman, I have a worldwide well-known boxer waiting on this room and he doesn't like to wait. I want it done in no more than 15 minutes," he snapped and spun to face me.

"Jesus Laila, you startled me," he laughed, slightly out of breath.

"I think you startled that clerk more," I teased and he cracked a smile.

"She was asking for it to be fair. This room was booked 2 months in advance for any boxer who made it into the next round and Harry has always liked Caesar's Palace so I made sure he ended up here," Zayn huffed.

"I thought you hated him," I chuckled.

"Hate or not, I still have to do my job right."

"So you like this whole managing job?"

"I actually take it pretty seriously. I've always liked bossing people around," he replied.

"Is there a reason why you chose to work for Harry?"

"Believe it or not, before he was a felon or a killer, he was actually a really fun guy. I liked working for him, but he went down the wrong path," he sighed and lightly tousled his hair.

"The path that lead you to dislike him?"

"That's the one. I'll have to tell you what he did some time when Harry isn't around. Actually, it was in this very hotel. But for now, just keep him away from the casino. It is the worst place he can be in Vegas."

He walked up to the desk again and the clerk handed him a few room keys. He motioned to Harry to come inside and handed me two room keys before slipping a third one in his pocket.

"I will be two doors down from you if you need anything," he said to me before heading towards the elevators.

Shortly after, Harry arrived at my side and we started towards the elevators as well.

"So what did you two talk about?" He questioned as soon as we were inside the elevator.

"Just small talk really, Zayn is actually quite nice to talk to if you're not rude to him," I replied and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Just keep thinking that," he mumbled.

"No need to be grumpy with me, I'm just stating the truth."

"Whatever," he muttered.

"Is something wrong?"

"Not really."

"Then why are you acting so pissed off?"

"I'm just really tired Lai," he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I highly doubt that's the reason, but of you don't want to tell-"

"Ok fine! I don't like you talking to them. They're the enemy not me and you're acting all buddy buddy with Zayn!" He snapped.

The elevator doors opened and he strode out towards what I'm hoping was our room and I quickly hurried after him.

"Are you jealous?" I asked curiosly.

"No," he muttered while unlocking the door.

"I think that's a lie," I replied while we walked into the room.

"Alright you win. I am jealous, but with good reason!' He huffed.

"Oh really? What reasoning would that be?"

"You're mine."

"Oh I am? I never would have guessed!" I sighed dramatically.

"You're mine and you know it," he said, closing the door and striding towards me.

"Harry-"

He crushed his lips onto mine and lightly pushed me towards the bed. Butterflies errupted from my stomach and I was soon falling onto the king-sized mattress.

"Oh my god," I mumbled inbetween kisses.

"What?"

"I don't think I've ever been on anything so comfortable, " I sighed in content.

He grinned, his signature dimple popping out, and continued to kiss me. I couldn't deny how good I felt at the moment, but it came to a close when an abrupt knock came on the door.

Harry groaned and got up to open the door, revealing a very cross Zayn. He strode into the room past Harry and dragged him over to the bed to sit down.

"What the hell man?" Harry exclaimed.

"Give it," he commanded.

"What? What are you talking about?" Harry questioned.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he hissed and held out his hand.

Harry sighed and reached into his pocket to produce a pack of cigarettes. I wrinkled my nose at them and watched Harry slap them into Zayn's outstretched hand.

"You know better than this Harry," he sighed and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I haven't had a smoke in a week!" He protested.

"For good reason. Your management would kill you!" Zayn hissed.

"Wait, aren't you his manager?" I asked confusedly.

"In general, yes. Overall no. Harry requires a lot of maintenance," Zayn huffed. "He has a nutritionist, dietitian, and physical therapist that all have to keep him on his A-game if he wants to win."

"I'm guessing smoking is a big no no."

"You are correct, and that is I will be tossing these and you will make sure he doesn't have or aquire any more," Zayn said.

"Prick," Harry muttered.

"I heard that. I will see both of you tomorrow morning for breakfast to discuss the plans for the next week and then you are free to spend some time exploring anywhere BUT the casino," Zayn chirped and headed for the door.

"Well, I guess we should start unpacking," Harry sighed as soon as Zayn left.

Author's Note

No Control and 18 are on the setlist now and I am so happy! Too bad I won't be able to see the boys live:/ Thanks for reading and voting/commenting! See you next update!