You Again || Tomlinson {editing}

{18}

-Jenny's POV-

I could feel myself tearing up. Five words. Five freaking words that hurt me. 

"We got back today. I love her Jenny and I never will stop."

"You mean to tell me after everything you told me, you never mean't it!" I yell at him. He stay quiet for a bit trying to reply.

"No. Okay, no. I didn't mean. Your boss offered me a deal." He looks away and that's when I let my tears fall. 

"You asshole! I can't believe you! I thought you changed! Louis you can't go around pretending to like someone! You are the most inconsiderate money hungry bitch I ever met! Stop the car, I don't want to even look at you!" I demand. 

"Jenny, just let me take you hom-"

"God dammit, Louis! Stop the car or I will jump out!" I yell. He pulls over the busy highway and as soon as he does I get off. I pull out my phone and call Harry. "Harry, can you pick me up?" My voice is cracking and it sounds like I've been crying for hours. 

"Yea, the lads and I were just leaving the restaurant. Are you okay? Did Louis do something to you?" He responds quickly trying not to fumble with his words. "Guys get in the car!" I hear him say. 

"I'm not okay. I'm on the highway." 

"What?! The highway? Oh my god! I thought Louis was with you!" I hear his car engine start and I hang up the phone. I take off my heels wishing I hadn't even worn them. A feel rain pouring and I sigh. Just my luck! I wrap my arms around myself, complaining in my head. 

It feels like hours when Harry picks me up. I'm glad its raining because they can't tell if I'm crying or it was the rain. Score 2 for Jenny. He steps out the car and helps me in the passenger seat. Zayn, Liam and Niall are in the back and greet me. 

"Here, you must be freezing." Niall takes off his coat handing it to me. I thank him and wrap myself in it. 

"You can just drop me off at my flat." I tell Harry. 

"What happened?" Zayn asks. 

"Umm..."

"Zayn she doesn't want to talk about it. She'll speak when she is ready." Liam scolds Zayn. Harry soon pulls up at my house. 

"Niall drive. Don't wreck my car, mate. I'm staying with her tonight." Harry says. 

"Oh no, Harry that's fine. You don't need to." I see both cars are parked meaning everyone is home. I'm so not ready to answer anyones' questions. He shakes his head and steps out the car. I sigh and get out. I wave the boys goodbye and unlock the door. Kyle sees me first and gasp. 

"What the hell happened to you?" He says coming up to me. 

"Just played in the rain, is all. Night Ky." I say to him. Harry follows me upstairs in my room. "I'm going to change so feel free to make yourself at home." He nods sitting on the bed. I set my heels, purse and Niall's jacket on the table. I grab shorts and sweater and head to the bathroom. Quickly removing my makeup and drying my hair, I change. Once I'm back in the room Harry is watching telly. "So why did insist on staying?" I ask.

"I'm worried." He replies turning the telly off. "Plus we need to talk. About last night." 

"You shouldn't be worried." I tell him as I sit down next to him. "Have you ever felt so strong for a person and share your feelings to them, just to have them throw them at a moving freight train?"

"Somewhat. What all happened?"

"Louis. Louis, is what happened. He used me for money! While I was falling for him!" I cry. 

"That's not like him, Jen-"

"No. Don't even Harry. I've known him since birth practically. This is not the first time he's done this to me! I'm such a hopeless fool!" Harry brings me close to him making me lean my head on his chest. I grasp onto the jacket he's wearing and cry. That's all I can seem to do right now. 

"I can't believe he would do that. Something is missing, but in the mean time you have me." He says kissing my head. "Pretty girls shouldn't cry, love." His small gesture makes me sob harder. "Come on stop crying or else a friend is coming over. My friend Mr.Tickle." He begins tickling me and I just stare at him. "You aren't ticklish."

"I know, God forbid." I laugh now because he seemed so excited to make me laugh by tickling me. Now he's gobsmacked over the fact I am not ticklish. He grins wide showing me his teeth. 

"You laughed!" He hugs me tightly and I make inhumane noises signaling I'm going to suffocate. 

"Do you want to eat ice cream and cry over how cute Kurt Cobain is?" I say meaning every word, ready to head downstairs for the ice cream. He laughs, nodding his head. I run downstairs, without falling might I say, and search for ice cream. I am a classic person so vanilla is my favorite. I grab the bucket and run upstairs with two spoons in hand. 

"You were dead serious."

"I do not joke about ice cream and Kurt Cobain, Styles." I hand him a spoon and after that I ranted on how far I am willing to go, to go back in time and meet Kurt. Also trying to plot ways to make a song with Dave Grohl. I for one am not a quitter. haHA yEs I AM. 

Harry listened to me completely and told me stories of his childhood. We fell asleep telling each other knock knock jokes. Harry Styles is my drug for all this. All it took was five minutes and I forgot about the events that took place and had the time of my life.