Make You Mine(H.S.)

Killer

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

Laila's POV

  A thousand thoughts shot through my mind at that moment. I knew Harry had a bad past, but I never expected him to have actually killed someone, let alone more than one person. It scared the shit out of me and made staying in this room forever a better option each time I said it in my head.

I was too curious to just stop investigating Harry's past and so I found my hands reaching in for more and more mailla folders. There were blueprints of several buildings, written plans for robbing or invading the buildings, minutes from several gang meetings, even fake background stories.

By the time I had gone through the majority of the box, papers were scattered everywhere and I was breathing raggidly.

There was one last folder sitting in the bottom of the box. One of the most important folders I would probably ever look at when concerning Harry. It was all the reasons behind why he did everything, because inside the folder, was a worn out leather journal.

I undid the binding that held the journal shut and flipped to the first page.

"October 21st, 2012"

I killed my first enemy the other day. He held a gun up to my head in a small alleyway while I was headed home from school. I took the alley as a shortcut seeing as I had never had any problems there before.  He clicked the safety off and it was then that I had realized he wasn't playing around. Luckily I kept a small pocket knife with me and before he could shoot, I launched it at him and struck him in the chest. He collapsed immediately and quickly fled the scene.

I am currently headed off invade the headquarters of our rivals, "The Black Sabbers". We decided to take action on the Sabbers when they kidnapped my older sister Gemma and held her captive. I am aware of my responsibilities and am willing to take all necessary actions. I do hope it will be a clean operation because we can't bear to loose anyone else.

             -H

I couldn't believe he was willing to kill at 16 years of age. That was only a few years ago. I flipped through several more entries in the journal consisting mainly of killings and robberies.

One entry in particular disturbed me more than the others. It was about his first massacre. The way he wrote his entries was almost like he enjoyed it all. The killing, stealing, the threats on his life.

"June 28th, 2012"

I did it. I finally did it. For months I had been planning a way to take out the Black Sabbers with the gang. It was decided that I should carry out the plan since I was the mastermind behind the plan. One of our science nerds of the gang had managed to create a new kind of bomb. It would take mere seconds to rip apart the limbs of everyone who happened to be within the premises of the building.

We had one chance to test it and I had to make my way into the headquarters of the Sabbers without being caught. There was word of a new member in the gang and I was able to dress almost identical to him. The bomb was planted in the middle of the headquarters and. only had 30 seconds to get out before it exploded.

The bomb errupted just as I had exited the front doors and I watched blood splatter against the windows of the building. Screams and cries in agony could be heard for miles and I watched it all.

Within seconds, it grew very quiet, they were all dead. I turned to flee the scene when something slammed against one of the windows. The leader of the gang had somehow managed to survive the explosion, but the burn marks made his face almost unrecognizable. The flames had quickly swallowed him and I walked away.

"Hey, you alright in there?" Niall called.

"Not exactly," I admitted and heard Niall curse after tripping over something.

"Sh*t you weren't supposed to find that," he muttered.

He snatched up the journal from my hands and quickly began to shove the papers back into the folders. I stayed completely silent for a very long time.

"There is no way in hell that I am going back to Harry tonight," I finally said.

"I suppose that you could stay here."

"Thank you so much Niall, I owe you," I sighed in relief and hugged him.

I refused to sleep on my own and so Niall offered me his bed and moved onto the floor.

"Niall, you don't have to sleep down there," I sighed.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he stubbornly answered.

"It's your bed!"

"It's yours for tonight," he argued back.

"For gods sakes Niall, just get in the bed," I groaned.

"Fine."

He climbed into the bed and pulled the covers back over.

"I'm a big cuddler," he warned.

"So be it."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. For once, it felt good to be held. We drifted off to sleep shortly after that.

*morning*

I stirred lightly at the light flowing into the room and squeezed my eyes shut. Niall was breathing lightly and we were still cuddling. I was more comfortable then I had ever been before.

"What the f*ck is going on?!"

Niall shot up and I quickly pulled out of his grip. Harry stood in the doorway fuming. His face was red and his veins were popping out of his neck. I saw his nostrils flare and knew I was in deep shit.

Author's Note

Sh*ts about to go down! What do you think of Niall and Laila? Any shippers?

Can't believe the SMG music video is coming out on Friday! So excited! See ya next time:)