Make You Mine(H.S.)

Sleeping With a Friend

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*

"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.

"Harry, this isnt what it looks like!" Niall immediately answered.

"LIKE HELL IT ISN'T," He roared.

"Harry we just slept in the same bed," I groaned.

"You don't get to say anything," he snapped.

"Why did you lie to me Niall, huh mate?" Harry asked while pacing back and forth. "You said she wasn't here."

"I-I was trying to protect her," he stammered.

"And who would she need protecting from?"

"You."

"God damn it Laila shut the hell up! I said you don't get to speak!" He yelled.

"I can speak if I choose to," I snapped back.

"You won't be able to speak once I'm through with you," he hissed and walked over to yank the bedding off us.

"Harry, this is the reason why she ran in the first place," Niall said.

"Well if I put her in her place enough, she won't run anymore," he replied. At this point I didn't want to hear anymore. I rushed past Harry and into the closet. He tried to follow but Niall warned him not to.

"Harry, that is low. That is no way to treat a lady," Niall snapped.

"Oh and you didn't treat anyone like her Niall? What about Steph? I guess she was just another pretty face," he smirked.

"We don't talk about Steph. That was ages ago and I was not in a good place," Niall argued, starting to become a little red in the face.

"Well I'm not in a good place right now Niall!"

"Then let me help you out of this and let her go!" He pleaded.

"I can't Niall. I need her," He whispered the last part.

"What's so special about her huh? She's just an ordinary girl Haz."

"I don't know Niall. I honestly don't know. There's just something about her that I feel can truly heal me."

Me? Heal him? There is nothing special about me.

"You need to treat her better if you want her help," Niall sighed.

"I don't know how," He admitted shamefully.

"Then learn, because you are going to have to give a lot to make up for what you did."

The closet door was pulled open and Harry stepped inside. He looked absolutely drained of energy and had dark circles under his eyes.

"Laila, I'm sorry for all the yelling," He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Would you please come back home with me?"

"I don't think I'd ever want to go back there with you," I answered.

"Please don't make this hard for me," he begged. I scooted back farther into Niall's massive piles of clothes as Harry moved towards me.

"I can't sleep in the same house as a killer," I whispered. His eyes widened and he spun around to face Niall.

"You told her?" He choked.

"I didn't have to, she found out on her own," he said.

"How could she possibly find out Niall?!"

"She found the records," he muttered.

"Jesus Niall, no wonder why she is terrified of me!"

"Laila listen, that was me when I had serious problems. I'm not a killer anymore," he said.

"That doesn't mean you can't start again," I replied quickly.

"I could, but I won't. It caused me too much pain darling. I would never harm you or anyone like that again."

"That's what all killers say and then they go behind everyone's back."

"Love, I am done with that horrible phase. Please come back home."

"I won't."

"Then I'll have to carry you out of here and into the car."

"I'd rather be run over by a bus."

"Don't be stubborn, if you don't move I am going to make you," he snapped.

I stayed out in my position and he started towards me. I backed up as far as I could, but eventually he caught my arm. He yanked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Help!" I screamed and he clapped a hand over my mouth.

"Be quiet," he hissed and carried me out of Niall's room. I thrashed around but it was no use. He tossed me into the passengers seat and sped off to his flat.

"I guess this is what I get for trying to be nice," he muttered.

We sped through various lights and stop signs. Harry had major road rage and I really wished we would have taken a slower ride back. I didn't want to be in a room alone with him.

"Get out," he ordered and climbed out of his side of the car. I slowly climbed out of the car and he grasped my hand.

He led me up to the familiar front door and fumbled with the keys to open it. Eventually we entered the flat and he set the keys down and pulled me down onto the couch.

"We need to talk about rules," he sighed.

"I-"

"Don't speak, just listen to me first," he interrupted. "I've had a little time to think about these on the drive and throughout the time I was searching for you. The first rule is no running. If you choose to, you won't like the consequences. Rule 2, you must sleep in the bed with me 4 days a week."

"But-"

"No buts. I could easily make it 7 days. I am trying to give you some space. Final rule, you have to attend 1 fight per week and you can choose which night. Niall will watch over you the other nights. Do those seem fair enough?"

"I guess-"

"Great! I will give you Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday to sleep in the guest room. Since today is Monday, you will be with me tonight. The guest room will become your actual room until you move permanently into mine."

"Permanently? I don't think so," I argued.

"You will soon love," He smirked.