Make You Mine(H.S.)

Escape

Hello to all who actually have continued to this point! Thank you for putting up with my amateur writing. I would appreciate it if you would give me your opinion so far:)

*Laila's POV*

I tried to fall asleep after I woke up at 4 am, but failed miserably. Harry occasionally twitched in his sleep, which was not very pleasant, because it usually ended with him nailing me in the shin with his heel.

I tried to pry him off me, but he seemed to be having a bad dream. Every now and then he would scrunch up his face and grip me even tighter than before. I almost lost complete circulation a couple times and nearly passed out.

"Don't," he muttered. I thought he had woken up, but he hadn't.

"DON'T!" He screamed and began to shake behind me. Crap, I should probably wake him up.

"Harry."

No response. I sighed and managed to heave his arms off me finally and gasped for air.

"Harry," I said a little louder and shook his shoulder. He had beads of sweat forming on his head and looked like he was in pain. I was starting to worry a bit now.

"Harry!" I yelled and slapped his cheek. His eyes flew open immediately and he brought his hand up to his cheek.

"You slapped me," he said looking baffled.

"And you kept me up most of the early morning," I shot back.

"Oh, sorry. I have bad dreams from time to time."

"A warning would have been nice," I grumbled.

"I don't know when I'm going to have a bad dream," he defended.

"Well no shit Sherlock. I meant you should have warned me in general." He remained silent as he seemed to be remembering what the dream was about. It must have been pretty brutal if he yelled out like that.

"What was it about?"

"Huh?"

"The dream."

"Oh, uh nothing really," he answered and scratched his head. I scoffed and hopped out of the bed.

"Where are you going?"

" To take a shower, since you haven't really given me a chance to have one. And no, you can't join me," I said and waltzed into the bathroom making sure to lock the door.

I immediately looked around for a window and my eyes landed on one in the corner of the bathroom. I turned the shower on and carefully pulled the window open. There was about a 10 foot drop, which wasn't too bad. I locked the door to the bathroom and strode towards the window.

I managed to get my body through the small opening and drop down onto the street. I can't believe I didn't think of this before.

I quickly glanced up at the window and sighed in relief when I saw Harry's curtains were still shut on his window and turned to speed off.

I rounded the corner and my eyes landed on a taxi speeding towards me. I was about to flag it down when I realized I had no money with me. I jogged down the street in the baggy shorts and white t-shirt Harry lended me to sleep in. I hoped it would take him a while to realize I was gone.

*Harry's POV*

I waited patiently for Laila to be done in the shower so I could hop in quickly, but she was taking forever. I hope she wasn't too upset about last night, I just couldn't have her parents calling the cops on me. I had no time to get into trouble in the business I was involved in. I didn't need her screwing it up.

I was surprised with myself that I actually had the balls to take her away. It was definitely a dumbass move, but I was incredibly lonely and not in a good place. She had to be mine, I don't think I could handle it if she got away. She was all I had left besides my family, who was trapped in a prison far away off in Russia. I had to lie to her. She couldn't know it was my doing that got them there. All of my extra money I was making went towards paying for them to be released.

I had to fight illegally at that club because my managers for my real fighting were very strict on how I spent my money. They didn't know about my family and I wanted to keep it that way. I was not allowed to purchase booze, drugs, or certain foods with the money I made because I was forced to sign a contract. I had to maintain a healthly diet to keep fighting.

I climbed off of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. I could see the steam pouring out of it from the shower. I raised my fist to knock on the door, no answer.

"Laila, could you hurry it up? I really need to shower!" I called. There was no response.

"Laila if you don't answer I'm coming in!"

Nothing.

"Laila this isn't funny."

"LAILA!" I boomed and kicked open the door. There was no scream or cry of protest when I did so. My eyes fell upon the shower which was running, but there wasn't anyone inside. F*ck. I whipped my head around to face the window and my heart dropped when I  saw it was wide open. She had escaped, again.

I slammed my fist into the shower door and the glass shattered around me. I could feel the warmth of my blood oozing down my hand, but I didn't care. I shut off the shower and quickly threw on my tennis shoes. She was really going to get it this time.

I slammed the door to my apartment and rushed to find my car when I remembered the broken window. I growled in frustration and took off down the street. Hopefully I would come across her soon.

*Laila's POV*

My cheeks were flushed from the amount of running I did in the past 20 minutes or so. I had terrible luck trying to find the free transport bus that some guy told me about a couple minutes ago. I had no idea where I was going. Part of me felt guilty for leaving, but it was for the best.

My eyes landed upon the bus, and I took off after it. I flagged down the driver and climbed onto the bus. The driver looked over at me and motioned for me to take a seat. I crouched down in the back where no one could see me from outside and sighed in relief when the bus took off. At least I would be away from him for as long as this ride took.

I gazed out the window and stared at the beautiful sights before me. If only I was here for pleasure instead of against my will. London truly was a wonderful place to me and I felt like I just fit right in. My eyelids grew heavy as I watched the buildings and homes whiz by and soon, I had fallen asleep.

I was awoken by a sudden jolt and flew out of my seat and onto the floor. I quickly climbed back onto it and crouched down when I heard voices.

"She looks familiar, I might have let her on a little bit ago," the driver said.

"Would you mind if I took a look around?"

"Be my guest Mr. Styles, my daughters love you."

Shit.

I heard his footsteps slowly approach my seat and I moved to climb under the seats in front of mine.

"I know you're here love," he warned as his footsteps became more distinct. I army crawled down the aisle towards the front door and hoped I could slip out without him noticing.

"If you come out now, everything will be much easier," he growled. I started to shake slightly, but kept crawling.

"Found you," he said and I looked over to see him crouching and smiling sinisterly at me. My eyes widened as I tried to scoot back, but he latched onto my wrist and yanked me out from under the seat.

"Thank you mate," he called to the driver and pulled me off the bus. The driver nodded at him and sped off.

"You are in a shit ton of trouble," he whispered and flagged down a taxi.

Oh snap. I am going to try and make Harry's character more dark, I just don't know how you guys will like it. Don't worry, Laila isn't warming up to Harry just yet.

Is anyone else curious what the guys are doing on their time off? I personally am a Niall girl. Feel free to ask me questions about anything:) toodles!