Make You Mine(H.S.)

Payne vs. Styles

"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.

Harry's POV

"What the f*ck do you think you're doing here," I hissed as Liam moved to shake my hand.

"Preparing to knock you on your ass, what does it look like?" He chuckled.

"You clearly have forgotten that I am the reigning champion," I said and smirked.

"I'll show you a real champion. If I win, I'm taking her," he replied and nodded towards Laila.

"You wouldn't dare," I growled.

"Hey lads! Let's get on with it!" The ref called, interrupting our little spat.

"Watch me," Liam whispered and sent a wink in Laila's direction. She shifted uncomfortably and I felt all the blood rush to my face. He was going down, and I wouldn't show him the slightest of mercy.

As soon as the bell rang, signaling the fight had started, I waited for Liam to come at me and threw a hard jab to his gut. I knew it was always his starting move, he thought it would surprise his opponent, but I had fought him before.

He doubled over slightly before slamming his fist into my right shoulder and sending a wave of pain up my body. He was the one who accidentally put a bullet through it when we were younger. It never healed properly, so when hit hard enough, it caused a shit ton of pain.

I grunted in discomfort before nailing his collarbone which he broke a few years ago.

Laila's POV

"They're really going at it," Louis laughed nervously.

"I don't like where this is going," I worthily replied.

"Me neither, but there's nothing we can do," he sighed.

"Did you see the way Liam was looking at me? It seemed a little strange."

"Yeah, the whole winking thing was probably to try and throw Harry off."

Harry seemed just fine to me, seeing as he just sent Liam down to the ground. The ref flew into the ring to prevent Harry from getting anymore hits in and announced the end of round 1.

"We will be taking a short break folks, the fight will continue in 15 minutes," the ref called shortly after.

"That's strange," Louis muttered.

"What?"

"There are no breaks, not until after round 3 at least. And usually there isn't a 4th round."

"Do you think Liam might have something to do with it?"

"I'm almost certain he does."

A knock on the door interrupted our thoughts as a man in black entered the box.

"Mr. Styles requests your presence," he says and nods at me.

I follow him down to Harry's changing room and flinch when I hear things being thrown at the wall. The door flies open and I am tugged roughly into the room before it is shut.

"Can you believe the nerve of him," he hissed and slammed his lips onto mine.

"I-"

He wouldn't allow me to answer as he continued to smash our lips together and squeeze my hips.

"He said he would take you away if he won," he growled and lifted me up causing me to gasp and I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist.

"He can't do that," I murmered.

"Damn straight he can't. You're mine love."

Shortly afterwards, he pulled away and walked out the door. I was left frazzled and slightly frustrated.

Once I entered the box again, Zayn was waiting there next to Louis. They both ceased their discussion and turned to look at me.

"We need to talk about something," Zayn said, awkwardly clapping his hands together. "There has been a change in plans. Liam needs you to disappear tonight."

"But I thought-"

"I know it wasn't the original plan, but it needs to happen sooner than later. Harry seems to be catching on to our secret and soon enough he's going to find out his family isn't trapped in Russia," Zayn explained.

I shot Louis a worried look, but he just nodded at me, letting me know he knew about this.

"When do I leave?"

"Now. I have packed your bags and Harry is just about to go back in the ring."

"Are we still going to Russia?"

"No way in hell. We are headed somewhere more reserved."

Harry's POV

I was prepared to take him down once and for all. He was growing weaker and I could tell. I slammed my fist into his left shoulder and buried my other in his side.

He doubled over and clutched his side and I took it as an opportunity to nail him on the back almost sending him to the ground.

He groaned before elbowing my chin and throwing a few swift hits to my gut. I aimed for his face and smashed his lower lip that immediately split open.

He hissed in pain and slammed his fist into my left cheek, causing my mouth to fill with a coppery taste before I spit it out.

One last blow was all it took to take him down and he was slammed into the floor. My arm was lifted up, signaling I had won.

After a couple seconds, Liam smirked at me and stood up.

"You should wipe that smirk off your face 'Payno'," I spat.

"I see no reason to," he sneered.

"You're just jealous because I beat your arse," I hissed.

"You won this fight, but isn't there something missing?" He whispered into my ear.

I looked at him confusedly before a wave of realization hit me. My face paled slightly as the crowd roared and cheered around me. I looked up to the box, only to find it empty.

He had taken her. He had taken Laila, and I had no idea where the hell she would end up.

Author's Note

And so the search for Lai begins... I apologize for not updating last week, school has started so updates might be not as frequent but I will still try to update each week! Thank you for reading/voting/commenting! Love you all!