Make You Mine(H.S.)

Face the Fight

"Well I'd better be meeting this 'Harry' soon, because you are coming home shortly miss."

"I'm sure we could arrange that," I sighed.

"You will arrange that. Honestly I'm just glad you called. But you'll have more explaining to do when I see you," she warned.

"Of course, love you mom," I smiled.

"Love you too, keep in touch okay?"

"Absolutely," I replied and hung up.

"So, you think I'm sweet, caring, and protective?" Harry teased and walked into the room.

"Oh shut up," I groaned.

"You know I am," he grinned and pecked me on the lips.

"Sureee whatever. Now kiss me you fool!" I exclaimed and he leaned down and planted his lips upon mine.

Laila's POV

"I can't believe I'm going to meet the people who did the dirty to create you," Harry exclaimed while we were walking down the strip once again.

"Why did you have to put it that way?" I sighed, growing slightly uncomfortable.

"Because I loooooveeee you," he grinned.

"Uh huh. Sure you do."

"You know it," he teased. "Any thoughts on dinner?"

"I don't really know a lot of places around here so you should probably chose," I answered honestly.

"I think I know just the place," he smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, tugging me closer to him.

We sat down in a fancy Indian restaurant and ordered drinks before scanning the menu.

"I have a few things to discuss with you," he said while taking a sip of his lemonade.

"About your plan?"

"That and something else."

"Well, I'm all ears," I said and set down my menu.

"Josh and I have agreed that it is best for you to stay here out of harm's way."

"But I could help you-"

"This isn't up for discussion. I can't risk hurting someone I care about. Please do this for me," he begged and placed his hand on mine.

"I suppose if it will help you to find your family easier, I can do that," I sighed.

"Thank you Lai. This really makes me feel a lot more relaxed. I couldn't stand to see you in harms way."

"Are you ready to order?" Our waiter asked, approaching our table.

"Yes," Harry smiled and quickly ordered sending the waiter on his way.

"So what was the other thing you wanted to talk about?"

"I was wondering if you'd come to watch me tomorrow. I need all the support I can get," he said.

"I suppose I could do that. But I'm not sitting anywhere near the ring."

"I'll reserve you a private box," he chuckled and smiled.

* * *

It was the day of Harry's fight against Liam and I'm pretty sure I was more nervous than he was. I prayed that Harry was stronger than Liam and could beat him easily but something told me this was going to be a rough fight.

Louis told me he would be attending and offered to keep me company which I gladly accepted. It wasn't very fun to be alone at these sort of events.

Harry had already gone down to the arena he'd be facing Liam in for some promos and interviews that Zayn had set up to gain more publicity for Harry. He wasn't very happy about it, but it certainly helped with sponsors and expanding his fan base.

There was a knock on the door and I peeked through the peep hole to see Louis standing outside. He was a few minutes early, but I guess that didn't matter.

"Are ya ready to see Harry kick some major arse?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I sighed.

"That's good to hear, but first we should get something to eat!"

"I couldn't agree more," I grinned.

There were five minutes left before Harry found out he was facing his worst enemy and he had just called me to his dressing room.

He was currently pulling on his shorts when I entered and grinned when he saw my reflection in the mirror.

"What a beautiful sight," he sighed and I blushed.

He took two short strides before he was in front of me causing me to back up and hit the wall.

"Right where I want you," he chuckled and kissed me.

I was about to push myself off the wall before he placed his hands on either side of me and smashed his lips onto mine again. I gasped in response allowing more of an opening for him and he slid his tongue into my mouth.

"Mmmm," he hummed and began to rock his hips against mine.

Just as I was about to bury my hands in his hair, he pulled away. Immediate disappointment flooded throughout me and I found myself frowning at him.

"Tease," I muttered.

"There will be plenty after the fight love," he smirked.

"Styles, you got 1 minute!" Zayn called.

Harry sighed and pecked me quickly on the lips before sending me back up to the box with Louis.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for, the final semi-final round! First up, we have Harry Styles, former world champion of the competition!"

Harry jogged around the ring and tore off his shirt, tossing it to Zayn who rolled his eyes.

"And his competitor and new athlete to this competition, Paynoooo!!!!"

Liam jogged up to the ring and climbed in, pumping his fist in the air at the roaring crowd.

I saw Harry's face pale slightly, before being replaced with a deep shade of red. This was going to be a rough fight.

Author's Note

I'm a little worried for what's in store next. Hopefully Harry can put up a good fight. I might do the next chapter partly in his POV. On another note, our boys won 8 TCAs and I am so proud!!! They are so amazing!!