Make You Mine(H.S.)

I Think I'm Falling for You

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."

Laila's POV

Louis, Harry, and I all piled into a black sedan and the car immediately sped off. I looked over to Harry who was staring out the window, watching the cream colored house grow smaller and smaller.

It felt like forever since I had seen him when in reality I had gone longer without seeing my parents than him. I always figured I would bless the day I no longer had to see him, but I didn't. I felt different when he was gone, and I didn't like it.

Harry turned to look at me and a faint smile spread across his lips. He draped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him.

"I've missed you," he murmured.

I smiled lightly and looked up at him to meet his soft green eyes. He squeezed me ever so slightly and rested his chin on my head.

"Get a room," the driver groaned.

"Niall?"

"Well who else would it be?"

"I haven't heard from you in ages!" I exclaimed.

"Likewise!" Niall replied.

I pulled out of Harry's hold, causing him to whine and attempt to pull me back. I crawled into the passenger's seat and grinned at Niall who was sticking his tongue out at Harry through the rear view mirror.

"She missed me more, take that Styles!" Niall teased.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window once again.

After talking with Niall for almost the entire drive, we had arrived at the airport. I was glad that I could see him and Louis as friends now.

We skipped security in the airport and headed straight for our gate, which happened to lead outside to Harry's jet.

"You must have a pilot with an incredibly flexible schedule," I said to Harry.

"I choose only the best," he replied and entwined our fingers before heading towards the jet.

Harry pulled me into the seat next to him and we waited for the plane to take off. I couldn't help but ask the question that was circling around in my head.

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

""Killing him?"

"Not even for a second," he replied.

My mind flashed back to all the reports, all the damage he had done. Back to when he had written of his first homicide and how he enjoyed it. Did he enjoy killing Liam? Was he still the same person he always was?

"But I did regret what I did in the past, especially to him. He didn't deserve to be left behind, and I did it anyways."

"Why?"

"I was an unstable, wreckless teenager. I liked to watch others suffer and loved to be the cause of their suffering."

"How could you have become all of that? I just don't understand," I questioned.

He looked over to me with a look of regret on his face and replied "I had no one to steer me in the right direction. My mum thought I was fine and my sister never realised how alone I was. People picked on me at school because I was a loner. I didn't want to be lonely anymore. I wanted friends, and when Liam came to me, nothing could have stopped me from saying yes to hanging out with him. If I were to say no to Liam, I'd probably be happier, or dead. Either one would be better than who I became because of Liam."

"You are never better off dead," I replied seriously. "Don't ever think like that."

"How could I not? I'm a monster. I've killed innocent people and enjoyed it. I lead a gang that stood for terrible things. I have hurt all the people I've loved and barely managed to keep an ty friends," he said, now looking directly at me.

"You just said you were unstable when all this happened. You can't blame yourself for your past. What matters is that you regret what you have done. You know it was wrong and you would fix it all of you could," I argued.

"Lai, you don't understand. I killed my own brother just because he sold f*cking drugs."

Holy shite. He f*cking admitted it. Zayn didn't lie. Zayn didn't lie and Harry really did kill his brother. Oh god. What do I say? How can I even respond to this?

"I know," I blurted out.

"You know?" He hissed.

"I know."

"How in the f*ck do you know?"

"Zayn. Zayn told me."

"That little piece of sh-"

"Don't go blaming him. He was only telling the truth. He actually cared about you, believe it or not."

"What else did he tell you?" Harry snapped.

"He told me about when you crashed the car into the bar in Vegas."

"Son of a b*tch. This is not the first full conversation I wanted to have with you. How could you even look at me after learning about all that?"

"I can look at you because I know there is good in you. You had a troubled past. All of us have had something we've done that we aren't proud of. I can look at you because you are one of the few people who genuinely cares for me and makes me feel wanted. I can look at you because I am falling for you. I don't know how, but I am. Despite everything you have done, I am falling for you and I don't want to stop. You are-"

He leaned in and placed his lips upon mine, leaving my sentence to be unfinished.

Author's Note

Well that was an emotional conversation... Now Laila seems to have sorted out her feelings once and for all. I'm not entirely sure how long this story will be, but we have a little ways to go before thinking about ending it so don't worry! Thank you all so much for voting, commenting, and reading my story! I appreciate all of you so much! Also the new AAOODs are hilarious. Bless Mark Parsons.