Make You Mine(H.S.)

Secret Meeting

Laila's POV

I awoke to find the bed empty the next morning and peeked over at the clock on the beside table. It was 2:15 a.m. Harry was not home, I guess that Zayn was right about the grocery thing. But we didn't need groceries since we would be leaving in a few days.

I decided to take a chance. I had managed to get Niall to drop the files off under the door mat. He knew what Harry did was wrong and would claim that he moved the files to a high security storage facility where they couldn't be touched.

I threw on the only shoes I had with me which were the now worn down heels I had purchased before going clubbing that night and grabbed one of his jackets by the door to keep me warm considering all I wore for the past few weeks was basketball shorts and oversized t-shirts.

The cold night air greeted me and I lifted the mat up to find the files and a money for the payphone. Bless you Niall. The phone was around the corner and I fished the card out of my pocket. I shakily dialed the number and waited for an answer.

"Do you have them?" He answered.

"Yes."

"Cross the street and get into the black Audi."

I hung up the phone and looked around to see if Harry was around anywhere. I saw no one in sight and took a deep breath before crossing the street. I didn't know cars very well, but I  noticed one of the cars on the street had an Audi label. I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Zayn sat in the driver's seat and nodded at me before revving the engine and pulling out of his parking place.

"Don't worry, I'll have you back before he returns."

I nodded and kept quiet. I felt guilty about doing all this. Harry really was trying to be nicer to me and just wanted me to like him. However, I needed to get back home and live my life the way it was before.

We pulled into a dark alleyway and Zayn grabbed a key that was in the cup holder. He motioned for me to get out and locked the car. I handed him the files, not wanting to touch them anymore and he tucked them into his coat. He slid the key into a door that I didn't even notice was there.

I felt a tug at my arm and realized I had been staring at it for a few minutes and Zayn wasn't too patient. He pulled me inside and I saw a room filled with expensive paintings and sculptures. The floor was spotless and a large table sat in the middle of it. Zayn sat down at the chair closest to the head of the table and motionted for me to sit across from him. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"She's here. Yeah, I got them, hurry man," he quickly said and shoved his phone back into his pocket. 

"He'll be here soon," he said.

"Who?"

"Liam."

Sh*t. Zayn looked at me funny and scratched his beard.

"Oh did I say that out loud?"

"Yeah," he laughed awakwardly. "No sweat, I don't really care what language you use. Just watch your tongue around Liam."

I nodded and looked down at my sweaty palms. I always was nervous for any meeting, it was a bad habit. I heard a lock click and watched the doorknob slowly turn. A broad shouldered man walked in with slicked back brown hair and a look of smolder covering his face.

"Hey mate," he greeted Zayn and practically launched the poor guy out of his seat when he patted him on the back.

"You must be Laila," he said and moved to shake my hand. I smiled politely and quickly removed my hand from his.