Make You Mine(H.S.)

Flashbacks

"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.

Laila's POV

I sat alone, consumed in my own thoughts. If Harry was so uptight about hospitals, it must've been a really bad accident that he was involved in.

* 3 years ago*

"HARRY!!! WATCH OUT!!!!" Ann screamed.

Harry's eyes widened as the van swerved in front of his range rover. He slammed on the breaks and his car screeched in protest. The last thing he heard was the terrified screams of his family before everything went black.

*present*

Harry shifted uncomfortably on the couch remembering the horrible accident and he wished that he hadn't yelled at Laila. She would be comforting him now instead of sitting on the opposite side of the plane. It was amazing what two people could go through on a 12 hour flight.

*Flashback*

"Harry? Can you hear me? " an unfamiliar voice called.

"His fingers just twitched. Quick! Grab some morphine and water!"

A bright light blinded him as his eyes cracked open. His head was pounding and he wanted to just roll back into the darkness. Unfortunately, his mind  refused to go back to that horrible place filled with bad dreams and immense amounts of pain and so he fully opened his eyes.

The room was full of people he had never seen before and everyone seemed to scatter when he opened his eyes.

"Harry can you understand me?"

"Mmmph," he offered.

"Give me that water," the person he was assumed was a doctor demanded.

His lips parted at the sight of the cool liquid which soon found its way down his throat. He sighed in satisfaction and was glad his throat no longer felt like sandpaper.

"How long have I been out?" Surely it was just a couple hours.

"Mr. Styles, you've had a pretty hard time over the last month, but I think that you will make a-"

"A month?!! I don't have anymore time to train for my first match! Is my family safe?"

"Mr. Styles, that months rest was what saved your life. From the sight of your MRI, you were boxing over 5 hours a day. That puts an immense amount of strain on your muscles and one more day could have caused a fatal injury," the doctor interrupted.

"What about my family? Are they okay? Were there any bad injuries?"

"You were alone in the car when we found you. There wasn't a trace of any passenger in the vehicle," the doctor replied, almost confused.

"No, my mum and sister were with me! Are they alright?"

"Mr. Styles, I just told you there were no passengers found. Perhaps you were hallucinating because you were in panic mode."

"No, it's not possible," Harry whispered to himself.

"Did you say something?" The doctor asked.

"No," he quickly replied.

"I'll be back in 30 minutes to check back in," he announced and left Harry alone to his thoughts.

A white envelope on the table next to him caught his eye and he reached over to grab it. His arm was covered in scrapes and bruises and one of his fingers appeared to be broken.

He tore open the envelope and his heart dropped.

'If you want them back, you have to pay the price.'

    -Liam

It looked like he was back and he wanted his revenge. But that wasn't the worst part of his hospital visit.*

Harry didn't realize how heavy his breathing was until he broke from his trance. He didn't want to remember what happened next.

Lailas POV

I looked over to Harry to find him breathing heavily, a pained expression etched across his face. I stood up and walked over to where he was. He pretended to ignore me and I tugged his headphones out of his ears.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," he muttered.

"Can I sit?"

He moved over slightly and I sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry for prying, I'm just trying to understand you better," I sighed and he looked over at me.

"Understanding me better is asking what my favorite food is and what I do in my spare time," he muttered.

"Wrong. Understanding someone better is learning about their past and what they've been through. I just wanted to see if I could help you."

"I don't need to be helped. I need you to like me so I don't feel so alone. "

"I can't like you right off the bat Harry. It takes time and I need more than the average person considering the events of the past few months," I sighed in annoyance.

"Well you'd better start, because I'm getting impatient."

"I can't just force myself to like you! You have to earn my feelings," I snapped.

"I'll do anything. Anything to not feel so alone. But let me remind you, I am in charge. I will be kind and give you space, but if you piss me off, it's gone. We will be landing in an hour and the paps will be swarming around us. You will hold my hand and act like we are dating to trash the old dating rumors from my past and you wont speak a word to anyone about what has happened over the last 2 months. I have people everywhere and even though the gang is old business, I still have what it takes to hunt you down if you escape." He stated with a cold tone and got up and headed towards the front of the plane.

Author's Note

Are you wondering what happened after Harry opened that letter? Don't worry, more will be revealed soon. Laila and Harry still have some making up to do but now you know a little more about his past! I hope you all are enjoying the fic so far:) thanks for all the support!  It means a lot to me!