The Recording Studio (A Harry Styles Love Story)

I Am Going To Kill Him

(Jenna's Point Of View)

        I woke up to the sound of someone texting me. I opened my eyes and picked up my phone. It was from a number that I didn't know. 

"Hey beautiful. How you feeling? -Harry"  When I read that I got butterfly's in my stomach. Did he just call me beautiful? I think he did. I replied right away.

"Hi. Yeah, I'm doing much better. Thanks for asking. But why are you texting me at 5 in the morning?"  I was wondering why he was texting me at five in the morning. Me? Why me? And why this early?

"I don't know. I just wanted to talk to you."  He told me. My eyes grew big. Me? Yeah he saved my life and all, and I like him. But I never thought he would want to talk with me again. I mean, I'm just a mess. 

"Really? That's so sweet! :)"  I replied to him.

     I then locked my phone and got out of bed. I could of slept for another half an hour. But what's the use? I had to get up for school sooner or later. I groaned when I thought about school. I just hate it. I started to get dressed. I through on some skinny jeans wih a plain sweat shirt. Yeah it may be the late summer in california but I wanted some clothes that would cover up my bruises and cuts. I then through my hair up into a messy bun and put on a little bit of black eyeliner and mascara. Today was definitely going to be a lazy day. I quickly brushed my teeth and ran out the door to meet Max. This day should be fun.

(Louis's Point Of View)

        I woke up to the sound of iPhone keyboard clicks. They wouldn't stop. They just kept going and going.

click, click, click, etc.

        I turned over in my bed to see Harry sitting up in his bed next to mine in our Hotel room. He was smiling and laughing. I rubbed my eyes. Is Harry up? Already. Before noon? He never gets up before noon and if he has to, the boys and I wake him up. Sometimes he doesn't even listen to us.

"Harry, what time is it?" I said with my morning voice.

"Around 5 a.m." He told me. What? Five in the morning? And Harry's up? I'm so confused.

"Why are you up?"  I asked him.

"Oh. I don't know. I just woke up and decided to stay up, I guess."

"There has to be a different reason then that Harry." 

"There isn't."

"Who are you texting then?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"No one." 

"Hazza, tell me the truth." I knew he was lying to me.

"I'm not lying." He told me. I then got out of my bed and walked over to him, with my arms crossed.

"Give me your phone then."

"No!" He yelled. He isn't doing a very good job at lying.

"Then your obviously texting someone."

"No I'm not." He said, still looking at his phone. I then jumped on top of him, trying to grab the phone. He was fighting back but I ripped it out of his hands with no problem. I looked at the phone and noticed he was texting Jenna. Her contact had a heart next to it and when I read the first message, I noticed he had called her beautiful. Oh Harry. He has a little crush.

"Oh, so your texting Jenna." I said in an evil voice.

"No." He blankly said.

"Oh. Sorry. Your texting a girl named Jenna with a heart as her last name and you think she is beautiful." I corrected myself.

"Thats right." He smiled. Oh Hazza. I then got off of him and gave him his phone back.

"Lad, just ask her out already." I suggested.

"No."

"Why not? We can have a double date. You, Jenna, Eleanor, and I." I told him.

        Eleanor is my girlfriend. She is a model and I love her to bits. We have been dating for two years and many more to come. I hardly get to see her and that hurts me. I did just see her but the boys and I will be going on tour soon and our girlfriends are not aloud to come. I wish she was a dancer because we are looking for five back up dancers who are girls. A girl for each guy. Liam's girlfriend Danielle is a dancer but she can't be one of our back up dancers because she is already a dancer for the UK Xfactor. Liam wishes she could become one of our dancers but he understands that she already has a job as a dancer for someone else. We are figuring out who can be our back up dancers in about a week. We are holding auditions in L.A. because Simon wants American dancers. I don't know why but he just does. I was broken out of my thoughts by Harry.

"She doesn't like me, like I like her. Thats why." 

"You don't know that." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Yes I do." He shoved it off. We will see about that.

(Jenna's Point Of The View)

        I got to school, to see no girls were surrounding the area I was in. Maybe we don't need security guards today. I hope not. I was already scared to meet my new security guard. Knowing he could be just as bad as Tony was. Max stopped the limo in front of the Field House and opened up the door for me. I stepped out and saw that everyone was walking to class, not even noticing me. Thank goodness. I started to walk to my first class, which was English when suddenly I heard the screeches of girls. Not again. I turned around to see that they weren't screaming because of me. They were screaming because of someone who was in a silver van which was driving in my direction. Someone important must be inside. I moved out of the way for it to drive by but it didn't. It stopped right in front of me and I got pulled in to the van by someone with a pretty strong grasp. It hurt. They were grabbing my bruises. I didn't know who it was and the only person i could imagine was Tony. The thought of him made me shiver and I couldn't breathe.

"Jenna! Jenna! Breathe! Calm down! Its me, Louis." When I heard them say that I let out a sigh of relief.

"Louis? Why are you at my school?"

"I need to ask you something very important."

"Okay then ask me." I wanted to get this conversation over with because I was going to be late for English.

"Um." He was hesitating.

"Just spit it out Louis!" I screamed.

"DoyoulikeHarry?" He said it so fast that I could hardly understand him.

"What?"

"Don't make me say it again." He sighed.

"I am and you will but slower this time." I demanded.

"Fine. Do you like Harry? He asked, looking kind of scared for the answer.

"Well of course I do. Were friends." I said, smiling.

"No. I mean really like him." He said like it was obvious.

"Um, I d-d-" He interrupted me.

"Just answer the dang question!"

"YES!" I screamed, without thinking. I then put my hand over my mouth, knowing I shouldn't have told him that.

"Yay!" He cheered. I was confused. Why was he happy?

"I told you she likes you Harry!" He screamed, towards the back of the van. What? Harry is in the car? I am going to kill him.