Make You Mine(H.S.)

Khaki Shorts

"You are correct, and 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.

Laila's POV

After finishing unpacking the contents of our luggage we both flopped onto the bed, exhausted.

"I think we should order room service," Harry mumbled while changing the channels to find something to watch on TV. I rolled over closer to him and he curled his arm around me while I rested my head on his chest.

"I think that's a great idea," I replied and he chuckled.

"Perhaps Zayn will bring it in with a cute French maid outfit and knee high socks," he snorted.

My eyes widened at the image and I burst out laughing. Harry joined in and soon we were rolling around dying of laughter.

The door flew open and Zayn rushed in looking very flustered and as soon as his eyes landed on us he sighed.

"Woah man, how'd you even get in here?" Harry gasped.

"Oh, I have a key, but I thought-"

"You have a key?!"

"Yes, but-"

"What the hell man?!!!" Harry exclaimed, suddenly appearing less cheery.

"Well someone has to make sure you're still breathing!"

"Isn't that why Laila is here?!"

"Well partially-"

"Oh c'mon Zayn!"

"Ok fine! I have an extra key so I can make sure you two aren't hitting up clubs or some crap at an ungodly hour," he snapped.

"Holy shite," Harry muttered.

"What?"

"You really do care," he muttered.

"Of course I do you idiot!" He yelled and Harry flinched slightly. It was quiet for a while, Zayn and Harry staring awkwardly at one another before I broke the silence.

"So wait, why are you here now?" I asked.

"Well it sounded like someone was dying and so I rushed out of my room and came here," he hissed.

"Well no one is dying so you can go relax now," Harry said and Zayn started towards the door.

"Zayn!" Harry called after him.

"What?"

"Thank you."

I could've sworn I saw Zayn crack a small smile, but it quickly vanished and he was soon gone.

"Never knew he cared so much," Harry muttered and tugged me towards him again.

"Is it bad I pictured him in the French maid outfit when he came in?"

"You weren't alone," he snickered and reached for the hotel phone.

*The Next Day*

I woke up with Harry's arms wrapped around me and our legs tangled together. It was a position I had grown used to over time and snuggled further into his chest.

He stirred slightly and tightened the grip his arms had around me.

"Good morning," he mumbled and I turned to face his forest green eyes.

"Morning."

"We should probably meet Zayn soon," he sighed and moved to get up.

"15 minutes," I protested.

"Lai-"

"Pleeeeaaasseee?"

"Oh fine, but no more," he warned and curled his arms around me again.

He began to lightly pepper my neck with kisses and I scrunched up my nose, making him smile and blow a raspberry on my neck. I shrieked and he laughed while I smacked his arm.

"Give me a kiss," he demanded.

"No! You teased me!"

"Just one?" He begged, giving me the famous puppy eyes.

"Fine," I sighed and lightly pressed my lips to his.

"Mmm thanks love," he mumbled before getting out of the bed.

I watched him throw a shirt over his head and pull on some black skinny jeans before toussling his hair.

"Won't you get hot in that?" I asked, motioning to his skinny jeans.

"What? Oh yeah, I should probably put some shorts on. Forgot where I was for a second," he laughed before tossing the jeans back in the closet and pulling on some khaki shorts.

I chuckled at his outfit and he spun around to face me. He had never worn anything like this around me.

"What now?" He sighed.

"You're wearing khaki shorts," I laughed.

"And?"

"You've never worn them around me. I figured you'd just wear basketball shorts or something," I answered.

"Well I'll change if you want," he huffed.

"No, don't! I like them," I laughed.

He muttered something to himself and went into the bathroom. I decided to get out of bed and change once he shut the door. Since Vegas was really hot I went with some jean shorts and a blue tank top.

As I was putting the tank top on, something tickled my side and I jumped, causing it to drop on the floor. Harry chuckled behind me and I turned around and scowled at him.

"If you didn't wear a top, I'd be cool with it," he teased and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Never do that again," I said seriously and quickly tugged the tank top on.

"Well, we'd better go meet Zayn before he puts on his French maid outfit and brings room service here," he chuckled.

Author's Note

So this chapter just gives a better picture of how they are acting around each other now. I know it's a filler but this is a normal day for Lai and Harry now. Hopefully next weeks update will have more excitement involved but I just wanted to get something out for you guys to read this week! Maybe I'll update again this week, maybe not but I will soon! Thank you for reading, voting, and commenting! And don't forget that wonderful image of Zayn in a lovely French maid outfit;)