Make You Mine(H.S.)

The Storm is Coming

"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.

Harry's POV

"I can't believe they offered to have my opponent have no use of one of his arms! It's ridiculous! Do they think that just because my arm is f*cking broken, it means that I can't fight as well?!" I snapped.

"Do you blame them? This is a HUGE competition and they want to make it fair. The last thing that the money bags in charge of this would want is a lawsuit filed against them for an unfair fight!" Zayn hissed right back.

"I will win without my opponent having to have an even worse disadvantage!"

"Well what's the first one?"

"I'VE BEEN THE F*CKING CHAMPION FOR THE LAST 5 YEARS!!!!" He roared.

"Well don't think so high and mighty of yourself Styles. You barely won that fight 3 years ago," Zayn spat.

"A win is still a win Zayn. You know I can beat anyone who is thrown my way, broken arm or not," I argued.

"If you don't win this Styles, you will have a rough road ahead of you," he warned.

"I will win."

Little did I know, this would be one of the hardest fights of my life.

Laila's POV

Harry stormed back into the hotel room a few hours later, not looking any different from when he left.

"Tell me I'm going to win," he demanded.

"Win wha-"

"Tell me I'm going to win," he growled and slammed me up against the wall.

"Harry," I gasped, clearly shocked at his actions.

"I have to win."

"Well I don't know if-"

"Damnit Lai! I asked for one thing and you can't even help me out!" He yelled and slammed his fist into the wall.

"C-calm down Harry. You're scaring me," I softly called, shaking slightly.

His eyes immediately turned from black back to that beautiful forest green once he looked at me.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered and crouched down to where I was on the floor. "I'm so sorry."

"You shouldn't be doing this."

"I have to. My career depends on it," he sighed. "If any of my enemies see that I am weak, they will come after me."

"What enemies?"

"Liam has a lot of powerful friends that I have angered, and they are waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

"I'm not sure if I want to know how you've come to have so many enemies."

"You don't, but I'd be willing to tell you if you did."

"I'm glad you're more open about your past," I honestly replied.

"I'm just glad I have you to talk to," he sighed and pulled me over to rest my head on his shoulder.

"Do you think you're ready?" I asked.

"I'm always ready."

Harry left in the late afternoon to attend a press conference and to explain why he had disappeared for the last week when the final fight was originally scheduled for last Saturday.

Zayn had come up with a believable story about how he had some personal family problems. Since the people in charge of the competition favored him so much, he got away with it. Louis was coming by to get Niall and I soon to head down to the arena.

I think I was more nervous than Harry was.

Harry's POV

I was sh*ttng bricks about this fight. Normally I would have some mild jitters and nothing else, but now, I felt the same as I did 3 years ago, worried.
I not only had to win this fight, I also had to win it without worsening my injury.

I have a powerful group of people who would have my back no matter what but they wouldn't be prepared for the storm that would hit them if I lost this fight or got hurt.

None of my enemies would dare to face off with me now, but they would if they were confident I wouldn't be able to fight back with 100 percent. My father would be the first in line, if he survived that car crash.

"Styles!" A voice boomed from the other side of the door, "You're on in 15 minutes!"

F*ck.

Laila's POV

I headed down a short hallway to find Harry's dressing room and knocked on his door.

He quickly opened it and pulled me inside.

"F*cking christ Lai I'm freaking out!" He hissed and tugged at his hair.

"It's going to be okay Harry," I said as calmly as I could.

"Is it? Is it really? I have so much riding on this fight. Why didn't I think this through? I should have taken the three weeks off to heal. I could have had a better chance of winning! I don't know if I can do this," he frantically replied.

"But you've won before with a disadvantage. You didn't let it drag you down," I reminded him.

"I barely won Lai," he sighed.

"But you still won. If you won then, you can win now," I assured him, lightly rubbing his back.

"I sure as hell hope you're right."

Author's Note

Guess Harry's wall of confidence is slowly crumbling. Hopefully he can come out on top! Get ready for a nerve wracking chapter.