Make You Mine(H.S.)

Hospitals Scare Me

He kissed my neck lightly leading a trail of kisses closer and closer to my spine. I shivered when he reached the tip of my spine and he chuckled lowly.

"I guess I still give you the chills."

Laila's POV

There had been one question that was lingering in my mind since the day Harry lost it and began smashing plates into the wall and told me he couldn't go to the hospital. I had always wondered why, but he never told me.

He never had a reason to go after that, but I always wondered what would have happened if he did. Currently, he was showering on the jet. I was also trying to wrap my mind around the fact that a shower could actually work up this high in the air.

The bathroom door slammed open causing me to jump and Harry strolled out. I turned to look over to ask him about the hospital but held my tongue when I saw his lack of clothing.

The towel hung low on his hips and his tanned torso made it nearly impossible to look away. However, I did, because the last thing I wanted was him teasing me about how I actually was attracted to him and how hot he was. I couldn't deny either, but I would probably die before I said that aloud.

He dropped the towel and turned to face the wall which happened to be when I turned around again and that is when I unintentionally gasped.

He smirked and spun around to face me, but I had already covered my eyes. I heard his footsteps move towards the couch and I rolled into the cushions.

"Aw c'mon love, a little peek wont hurt anyone," he teased.

I felt around for a pillow and tossed it in the direction of his voice. After an 'oomph' filled the room, a satisfied smile grew on my face. I felt something warm wrap around my arm and pull me off the couch and I yelped when I landed on top of a body.

"That's what ya get for launching a pillow at me," he attempted to scold me without laughing.

"Please tell me you have pants on."

"All covered, however, I still need to find a shirt."

"Well than get up and grab one," I muttered.

"I don't want to get up," he whined. "Can I use your shirt?"

"No!" I gasped.

He chuckled, sending vibrations throughout me and I felt butterflies errupt in my stomach. This worried me because I couldn't fall for him. He was my kidnapper, not my infatuation or boyfriend for that matter.

He seemed to notice me tense up and rolled us over so that he was on top of me.

"Something wrong love?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"Uh, no," I said a little too quickly.

"Liar."

"I uh, just really need to use the bathroom," I lied.

He chuckled and rolled over so I could get up.

"When you get back, you can tell me what's really going on," he called after me. Shit.

I took my sweet little time in the bathroom hoping that somehow he would magically fall alseep in the time I was gone.

Unfortunately when I opened the door, he perked up in his seat and motioned for me to come over.

I sighed and plopped down next to him. He casually placed his arm around me by faking a yawn and I rolled my eyes.

"So, what's been bugging you?"

"It's nothing," I muttered.

"I can tell when you're lying."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Ive been around you for a couple months, I know when you are lying."

A couple months. My heart sank at the thought. My poor family was without their daughter and probably searching everywhere they could think of for her. Unfortunately they had never considered London as one of the places I could have been.

"Laila?"

"My family. I miss my family," I blurted out.

His features changed on his face which was now covered with guilt.

"I'm sorry Lai, but if I took you back,I'd I'd go to jail."

"You deserve it," I muttered.

"I know. But I can't be locked up. My family would suffer without my income." He admitted, his head hung low.

"Why dont they just get jobs?" I asked, pretending I didn't know where they really were.

"It's not that easy."

"Well then can I ask you something else?"

"Possibly."

"Why are you unable to go to hospitals?"

He stiffened as soon as I asked the question and turned away from me.

"I'm afraid of them," he whispered.

"But why?"

"Damn it Laila! Why do you have to dig so deep into my life?!"

"Because I'm trying to understand you!" I snapped.

"Well don't!" He roared and stormed off to the couch.

"This conversation isn't over!"

"It is if I say it is," he snarled and put his headphones in, attempting to drown out my cries of protest.

Author's Note:

Well, it isn't too smooth of sailing for those two right now. This seems like the longest plane ride ever haha but for those who are so done with the plane setting, dont fret! Feet will touch land soon! Also, once again, thank you so much for reading and voting! 100+ votes! I love you all!