Make You Mine(H.S.)

Facing the Barrel of the Gun

"Well, there is one small problem with your plan," he replied.

"And what would that be?" Harry hissed.

"I have a gun, and you do not."

Laila's POV

Harry glared at Liam who seemed completely at ease. I saw Liam's hand slide to his belt loop and rest on the outline of a gun.

"Take one step closer and I'll kill you Styles," he warned.

"You'll kill me? After all these years, this is how you want to end it?" He sneered.

"I'll do whatever the hell I want with you. You have made a huge mistake coming here today," Liam answered coldly.

"Have I?" He questioned.

"You have indeed. I think you'll find that your girl isn't as loyal as you once believed she was."

"Oh really? Please enlighten me," Harry chuckled.

"Well it was not so long ago, was it Lai?" He questioned and turned to face me.

I gulped and looked at Harry guiltily. His features changed from his signature smirk to a frown.

"Yeah that's right, not too long ago she came for a visit up in my chamber," he said and turned to face Harry once again. "She came right up to my bed and pulled down my trousers and-"

"What?! I would never-"

"And she gripped my-"

"Liar!" I yelled.

"And she began to su-"

"Shut up!" Harry and I roared.

"I couldn't believe she was so willing, so skilled with that little mouth of hers," he chuckled.

Harry's eyes were pure black when he took off towards Liam. I hurried towards the door and was surprised when Louis opened it and pulled me into the hallway.

He put a finger to his lips and motioned for me to be quiet. We both watched what was happening through a crack in the door.

Liam quickly pulled out his gun and cocked it. Harry made no effort to slow his run, and Liam pulled the trigger.

I gasped and Louis slapped his hand over my mouth.

Harry's body slumped to the floor and I felt my eyes getting blurry from the tears building up in my eyes.

Liam chuckled and made his way towards Harry's lifeless body. I felt myself starting to hyperventilate and Louis turned his attention to me.

"Just breathe," he whispered. "It will be alright."

I attempted to slow down my breaths and Louis held me tightly, rubbing small circles on my back.

I heard two more gunshots and jumped slightly. Louis and I quickly turned to peak in the crack again.

Liam stood above Harry's body and placed his gun back into his holster.

My throat was burning from holding back screams and Louis looked...completely calm. Liam began to walk away when I saw Harry's hand reach out and latch onto his leg.

He quickly yanked it and Liam went toppling to the ground. My eyes widened at the sight and Liam looked completely confused. He must've had a bulletproof vest on underneath his clothes!

Harry shot up quickly and dug his knee into Liam's back. Liam grunted and struggled from underneath him as Harry got a hold of his gun.

Liam quickly tossed Harry off his back and rolled over to face him. He kicked Harry in the shin and the surprise attack caused Harry to grip his leg and Liam struck him again, this time, on his broken arm.

Harry winced in pain and let go of the gun in the process. He saw Liam reaching for it and kicked it across the room. Liam growled and quickly got up to his feet.

"I'll win this time Styles. You've only got one good arm," he sneered.

Harry lunged at Liam who side stepped quickly and slammed his heel into Harry's lower back. Harry doubled over slightly before turning around and pounding his fist into Liam's gut.

Liam groaned and attempted to strike Harry again, but Harry quickly blocked his hit. Liam immediately threw another blow at Harry's injured arm, and I heard something snap.

Harry cried out in excruciating pain and went down on his knees, clutching his arm tightly.

"That's right Styles, cry about it. You deserve everything that's coming to you for everything you've done," Liam taunted.

"Shut up," Harry gritted through his teeth.

"From leaving me behind to killing your own brother, you sure have had a lot of experience in doing terrible things. I bet she doesn't know about the 27th of February."

"Don't you dare say anything," Harry hissed.

"Oh I will, trust me."

Harry growled and slammed his fist into Liam's kneecap. Liam yelped in surprise and Harry stood up and pushed him with enough force to send him to the ground.

"You may be clever, but in the end, I always win," Harry whispered loud enough for us to hear. I saw him grasp the gun that rested in his own beltloop.

He soon turned the safety off and aimed the gun right at Liam's back.

"This is for the past few years and all the hell you've caused me," he hissed icily.

Liam turned his head to face us, begging for help, but we were no longer a part of his service. His facial features hardened when he realized where our loyalties were and turned away from us.

I closed my eyes as Harry lifted his finger up to the trigger, and pulled it. Liam's body jolted slightly, before it went limp.

Harry stood up and walked away from Liam.

"This time, he's really gone," he said and opened the door. "Now, let's get the hell out of here."

Author's Note

So that happened... Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it! I will try to update again soon. Thank you for all the reads, votes, and comments! They all mean so much to me!