Make You Mine(H.S.)

New Feelings and Concerns

"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.

Laila's POV

He pulled away slowly and I was unsure of what to say. When he kissed me this time, I wasn't repulsed or uncomfortable, I wasn't even objective to it.

It hadn't even been a month since I was away from him and he managed to shut me up right before I was about to pour my heart out that contained things that apparently I didn't even know existed there.

Why this sudden rush of emotion?

"Lai? You alright?"

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and turned to face Harry.

"Yeah, fine."

Niall and Louis came back into the cabin and sat in the aisle across from us. Niall seemed content with his snacks he must've stolen from Harry's stock in the back and Louis was giving me the 'I'm watching you two' look.

I rolled my eyes at him and Harry placed his hand on top of mine. I smiled lightly at him and waited for the plane to take off.

I flopped onto our hotel bed as soon as we had got into the room.

"I could sleep for ageeeesss," I mumbled.

"Not before you tell me what all that stuff on the plane was about," he said as I felt the bed dip.

"Can we talk later?"

"Not a chance," he replied and flipped me over to face him. "Why did you say all that? Did you mean it?"

"I don't know, it just all sorta came out," I sighed.

"Well there are some things I need to know."

"Like?"

"Well, if I were to do this," he started, lifted me up and placed me on his lap.

"Would you be ok with it?"

"I suppose so."

"And if I were to do this-" he turned me so that my legs were wrapped around him. "Would that be ok?"

"Well it's pretty comfortable..."

"And if I were to-" he tilted my chin up to where his lips were painfully close to mine, "Kiss you right now, would you object?" He whispered.

"No," I softly replied.

He smiled lightly, his dimples showing slightly, as he placed his lips upon mine and kissed me.

"Then you meant it," he whispered into my ear.

I felt a small wave of butterflies stir inside me and just as I was about to kiss him again, a loud knock came upon the door.

"Of all the times," he muttered and gently placed me on the bed.

"Hey Harry, sorry ta bug ya but my room is experiencing a bug problem and all the other rooms are booked so-"

"Isn't Louis' room more empty?" Harry interrupted.

"Well he's sorta got a lady friend there and-"

"Please spare me the detials Niall," Harry groaned and ushered the Irish lad in.

"Thanks Harry! Oh hey Laila!" Niall exclaimed.

"Hey Niall," I chuckled.

"Oh, was I interrupting something?"

"Not at all," Harry sarcastically replied.

"Yeesh, sorry about that," Niall said, scratching his head. "So, who's sleeping where?"

I looked around to realize there was only one bed. Surely there was....no couch.

"You'll take the floor and Laila and I will take the bed," Harry answered.

"Ah mannn," Niall groaned.

Harry curled his arm around me and pulled me gently into his body while Niall grumbled about having to sleep on the floor. He pressed a soft kiss to my head and told Niall to suck it up.

"It was nice of you to let him stay here," I whispered.

"He had nowhere else to go," he mumbled.

"The Harry I first knew would have made him find another hotel."

"So I've changed then?"

"Yep, and I like the new you."

"Well that's good to hear, because I really want you to stick around."

* * *

"Christ it's hot in here," Harry mumbled.

"Well maybe you should get up," I muttered.

"I would if you'd let go of me," he grumbled.

"I'm not holding on to you..."

Both of our eyes shot open to find a pale body separating us from one another.

"Niall f*cking Horan, if you do not get your ass out of this bed immediately, I will throw you out the window," Harry hissed.

Niall stirred and quickly released Harry from his grip. Harry quickly got out of the bed and yanked Niall off onto the floor.

Niall yelped as he hit the ground and Harry climbed back into the bed.

I giggled lightly and Harry turned over to face me.

"Not a word of this to anyone," he warned.

We woke up the next morning to find out Harry had officially advanced to the final round of the boxing championships and was scheduled to fight the following evening.

"You can't fight with a broken arm," I protested.

"I've done it before, I'll do it again," he argued.

"There is no way in hell I would let you even consider doing it."

"Well it's not your decision, it's mine," he snapped.

"Don't expect me to take care of you when you get hurt even more!" I yelled as he slammed the door shut.

"He wasn't lying when he said he's done it before," Niall said after a few minutes.

"I know he fought off Liam but-"

"No you don't understand, Harry won the championships with a broken arm a couple years ago."

"What? How?"

"He's just that good."

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious."

"I just don't want him to permanently injure himself."

"Believe you me Laila, Harry will find a way to win, and he will win with barely a scratch on his face."

I would soon find out that phrase was a major exaggeration.

Author's Note

I apologize for taking so long to update but I've been super busy with school and other activities! I hope this chapter was enough to satisfy the wait. I might update again sooner than usual depending on my schedule this week! Happy Holidays to you all!