Make You Mine(H.S.)

Spill the Beans Liam

"He wasn't going to let that love get in the way of his success and so he did the unspeakable."

"Which was?"

"Harry committed his first homicide."

Laila's POV

"So it's all true then."

"Unfortunately so. Harry had chosen the wrong group to be a part of. We never told him to kill her, but it was implied," Liam answered.

"Wait, so what happened to her father if he killed her first?" I asked.

"Harry was able to get through to him since he was in a very vulnerable place in his life. He had taken away his light and there wasn't much left to live for."

"So did he kill him?"

"I wish he did," Zayn sighed.

"Why would you say that?!" I gasped shocked.

"Because Mr. Brand's death was a lot more gruesome than his daughters," Liam replied.

"How did he die?" I asked nervously.

"He committed suicide," Liam answered quitely.

"So you're telling me that Harry drove a grown man to kill himself? A man who had many years of experience and knowledge above Harry?"

"Harry can be a very dark being," Zayn muttered.

"His wife found him in the bath tub full of his own blood," Liam said and shuddered.

I couldn't even form the words to respond to that. How could Harry even begin to think that taking away a man's daughter, someone he might have even loved, and sending her to her own grave was okay? No gang or job could ever be that important to anyone.

"I see that I have frightened you," Liam began in a guilty voice. "I'm sorry for telling you all of this so soon, but we can't risk you falling for him. He is no good for anyone, a danger to everyone he is capable of stringing up in his web of lies."

"I-I'm just a little shaken up. At least I know the truth."

"We need you to cooperate in order to fulfill our plan and this was the way to do it. Harry is not a good man. Don't let him convince you otherwise," Liam warned and stood up. I watched him walk out of the room and Zayn motioned for me to get up.

"Harry will be back in 30 minutes so we need to get you back to his flat," Zayn said and led me towards the door we entered through.

The drive back was completely silent and I had no words to say. How could I even face Harry after hearing all this terrible news?

"He won't hurt you," Zayn finally said after parking across from the flat.

"How do you know?"

"Harry wouldn't do the same thing he did in the past. He cares for you. You don't have anything he could give to the gang and he's been away from it for over 3 years now. Liam was just trying to scare you. However, Harry is still very dangerous. His anger is out or control and he doesn't understand that love is not forced. He just needs to find someone who can fix him up and stick with him. Getting you home will push him back into reality and hopefully make him realize that he needs to find someone that he doesnt have to kidnap to love him back," Zayn said and I nodded.

I entered the flat as quietly as possible and climbed back into the bed. Not a minute later, Harry stumbled into the room after tripping over something by the door and crawled into the bed.

I tried not to squirm when he wrapped an arm around me and tugged me to his chest. He let out a deep sigh and drifted off to sleep.

I barely slept that night, knowing I was currently trapped between the arms of a killer.

He didn't seem like he was capable of doing something as horrid as that, but then again, his anger could get out of control.

I awoke late in the morning to find Harry pulling his suitcase out of his closet. My heart sank when I realized we were leaving today. I would have to be alone with him in hotels for a little over a  month. Each state was a week's worth of time due to the heats of fighters who had to advance to the finals in that round in order to move on to the next.

"Good morning love," Harry chirped and quickly pecked me on the head. I wrinkled my nose and he chuckled.

"We have to leave in 4 hours so you might want to get packed."

"What do I even have to pack?"

"All the stuff I bought you early this morning," he replied like it was the dumbest question ever.

I looked around the room and my jaw dropped when I saw a mountain of shopping bags in the corner.

"I got a little of everything," he said and waltzed out of the room.

After sifting through dresses, shirts, pants, shoes, and many other items, I had finally packed my new wardrobe. All we had to do now was board the plane, which was private. It was strange to see all the paps at the airport and outside of Harry's flat and it didn't even phase him.

Harry squeezed my hand when it was time to board and we prepared for take off.

Author's Note

I am sorry for not updating for a while, my job and school are taking up all of my time. Finals are this week, wish me luck!