Make You Mine(H.S.)

Crash Your Car

"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.

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"Ugh! I can't believe someone could talk for that long," Harry groaned and flopped onto the bed.

"At least he cares! Most managers are just in it for the money," I reminded him.

"Well yeah but still! I don't need to be told where the fire exits are five times in a row!" He groaned.

"Just get ready for tonight Harold," I sighed.

"What's tonight?"

"You said you'd take me to watch the fountain show remember?"

"Oh yeah, of course. I have to workout first though, can't take any time off this week seeing as I've never heard of my opponent before," he chuckled.

"You've found out who you're fighting?"

"Yeah, someone called Payno. I mean what kind of a name is that? It sounds like a terrible fight movie that barely made it on Netflix."

"Yeah that is a weird name," I said.

"Oh well, Payno better bring his a-game cause I'm certainly bringing mine," he said while changing into his nike shorts.

I have a bad feeling about this guy. Harry already made it to finals. Why would they make him go into another semi-final round? I have a feeling Zayn knows more about what's going on. Maybe I'll talk to him while Harry goes to work out.

"See ya later love," he mumbled while kissing the top of my head.

"Have fun," I called while he walked out of the room.

As soon as the door shut, I reached for the phone and sticky note Zayn left with his number on it.

"Hello?"

"Zayn?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"Laila."

"Oh, hey. What can I do for ya?"

"I'd like to talk, is now ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll be right over."

I hung up the phone and waited for him to come over. A few minutes later, a knock came on the door and I jumped up to answer it.

"Hey," he said and walked in past me.

"Make yourself at home," I joked.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I figured it would just waste time if we went through the whole awkward staring and then the 'Oh do you want to come in thing' ."

"It's cool. So I was wondering about this fight on Friday. Why was it so last minute?"

"Let's just say it's part of the plan," he said and sat down on the bed.

"So you can't really tell me anything?"

"Not really, but now would be a good time to talk about Harry," he sighed.

"What about him?"

"Well you know how I said I'd tell you what happened here a couple years ago?"

"I remember something like that."

"It's best if you know sooner than later."

"I'm all ears, I said slightly nervous. Every time I found out something new about Harry, it usually wasn't good.

"Back when Harry was still in the gang, he used to invite Liam and I to come along with him every time he went to Vegas for a weekend getaway, which was usually once or twice a year. But a couple years ago, he made a big mistake."

"A mistake as in law breaking? Or one night stand kind of thing?" I asked.

"Law breaking, and I had to cover for him," he sighed.

"I'm starting to understand why you chose Liam's side, but what did he do?"

"He stole a car and crashed it into the casino here. Luckily I was in the car and quickly unbuckled him and yanked him into the passengers seat. He had a huge fight the next day and I couldn't let him be banned from competition because he'd never be able to enter this competition again."

"Jaysus, was he drunk?"

"No, that's the scary part. Harry was known for his anger problems and this was one of the bad anger fits."

"What was he riled up about?"

"Well, he was trying to pick up girls at the bar and of course that went wrong considering he was underage here and the girl he wanted happened to be on a honeymoon with her husband. So, he stole her keys when she wasn't looking, stormed out of the bar and I hurried after him and luckily managed to get into the car before he sped towards the bar. I could tell he regretted everything the minute he crashed the car," he finished and rubbed his eyes.

"So since then you've been more distant?"

"Well yeah, he never apologized for it. The least he could have done was apologize," Zayn sniffed.

"He didn't say anything?"

"Nope. It's like he doesn't even remember it happened. Since then, I've always held a grudge. I'm not really sure what's wrong with him but I know something is."

"I just can't believe he acted like it never happened. I guess there is still a lot I don't know about him."

"You've got that right. There's probably a lot you don't want to know," Zayn said.

"But I do. I want to know it all," I said seriously.

"You're in for a world of pain, terror, and illegal situations," Zayn warned.

"I don't care. I need to know."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he sighed.

"Start from the beginning."

"Well, it all started when he killed his twin brother Marcel..."

Author's Note

Aaaannnndddd the cliffhangers are back! Hello all! Thank you so so much for the 20k reads! You are amazing! I also appreciate the comments and votes! They really make me feel good! I can't stop watching the 'Between Us' commercial. Niall's man tear is definitely the best part for me! I will see you all next week! Thank you for being awesome!