Make You Mine(H.S.)

The Horrible Truth

Previously on Make You Mine

"Sorry 'bout the mess," he chuckled.

"It's fine," I laughed.

I watched him shut the door and plop down on the couch. A loud bang errupted from the other side of the door and I peeked through the peep hole.

A fuming Harry was positioned outside and I gulped. We were in a shite ton of trouble.

Laila's POV

"Shit Niall, what do we do?" I hissed and pointed at the door.

"Oh god. He's super pissed. Um, I... Go hide in the closet in my room," he whispered and I rushed up the stairs. I flung open the door which I assumed was his room and felt relief wash over me when my eyes landed on the door of the closet.

I shut myself in and nearly cried with joy when I saw there was a lock on the handle in the closet. Bless you Niall.

"WHERE IS SHE?!!" I heard him roar from downstairs.

"I don't know Haz, she ditched me at the coffee shop," Niall lied.

"That is complete bullshit and you know it Niall!"

"Harry I dont know what else to say."

"Nevermind, I'll look for her myself," he snapped and I began to panick when I heard footsteps on the stairs.

"She's not here mate," Niall called.

"I'm not leaving until I find her," he yelled. Suddenly, I got an idea.

The door of Niall's room slammed open causing me to flinch. I really hope that this will work. The closet door clicked when he tried to open it and he muttered curses to himself when he tried to open it.

"I know you're in there love," he growled.

I took a few deep breaths because I knew what was to come next. I heard his fist slam into the door and another string of curse words were muttered.

"If you dont come out now, I'm coming in," he warned and I gulped.

"Suit yourself," he sighed.

His foot slammed into the door and I heard it snap off it's hinges. I could also hear Niall's faint yell at Harry.

"Come out come out wherever you are," he taunted. The sound of the light switch went off and my heart beat accelerated.

He looked through at the racks of clothes Niall had, muttering after each one he found had no one behind it.

"If you're not in here, then where are you," he wondered aloud. The light switch flicked off and the door, well, it stayed where it was.

"Sorry about that door mate, I'll have a replacement for it in a few days," Harry grumbled and slammed the door on his way out. It was completely silent for a couple minutes until I heard Niall's voice once again.

"You're a clever girl," he chuckled. I heard his footsteps approaching my hiding place and a bright light had soon met my eyes.

"I see you've found my secret room," he said and shut the small door behind him.

His hand felt around for a switch and soon, the small area became a rather large one. I couldn't stand up fully or I would hit my head on the low ceiling. The room was full of boxes and in the corner there was a bulletin board covered in pictures and red string.

"What is all this?" I breathed in shock.

"All of the old records of our gang," Niall said.

" What-"

"Every police report, bit of evidence, and document is in here," Niall answered before I could ask.

"How did you get all of this?"

"It wasn't easy, but I was employed with the police department for a few years specifically for this purpose. No one ever suspected the hearty Irish lad to take the evidence. I waited a year after that investigation, and then quit to move to this flat. We started the 'fight club' as you would call it after I had moved."

"Niall, that is incredibly impressive and very unsettling at the same time," I said.

"Why unsettling?"

"Because you are a very good thief," I said and he laughed.

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

"Knock yourself out, I hope you plan on returning to Harry eventually though, because he doesnt do well when he's mad for a long time," Niall called on his way out.

I crawled around the room looking at the labels on the various cardboard boxes and stopped when I saw one box in particular. 'Harold Edward Styles'.

I pulled the box out from under several others and opened it.

It was piled high with various manila folders and several loose papers. My face paled at the amount of contents in the box and I shakily pulled out the folder labeled "Criminal Offences".

My eyes landed on a woman's body in a small picture on top of a police report.

Her head was bashed in and there was serious bleeding coming from her chest. The worst part was that her eyes were wide open.

I trailed down the police report which was considered a homicide, and Harry was the confirmed killer. The creepy part about his picture, was that his face did not look at all like it did now. His nose was huge and his eyes were brown, not to mention a large beard covered his chin (image on the side). His age was said to be 30 and his last name wasn't Styles, in fact, his name wasn't even his own name.

It was John Waters. That's how I knew it was Harry. He was called John Waters to protect his identity. He must have been wearing a mask.

I dropped the report and felt my hands start to sweat. Harry Styles was a murderer.

Author's Note:

Hello! I know these updates are rather short but they seem a lot longer when I'm writing them haha. Harry's story is starting to unravel even more. Also, the picture in the beginning is just a general idea of what his mask looked like. Tune in next time to find out what happens!