You're Perfect to Me ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 18

Jenna's POV

When Harry went upstairs, Louis gave me a questioning look.

"What?" I asked him.

"Tell me what happened out there," he said.

"Nothing happened."

"I know somethings wrong with him, he's like a brother to me. I can tell you're lying just say what happened!"

"Fine! He kissed me okay, and I liked it! So when I kissed him back, I don't know all these things were rushing inside my head and then I pulled back when Eleanor called my name," I said looking at Eleanor. She was as confused as Louis was.

"Did you say something? Something to make him act weird?" Louis asked.

"No, I just told Eleanor it was nothing. But I doubt he heard that."

"Actually, that might be it Jenna," Eleanor included.

"Well, it really wasn't anything. I realized it was wrong, like I was cheating on Nick or something. I can't just forget about him like he's nothing."

"Maybe it's time to move on from him now, he doesn't even treat you right," Eleanor said.

"Yeah, we've had our ups and downs but we've been through so much together. He doesn't treat me like crap all the time," I said.

"Just think about it. Give it some time, you don't have to choose to be with someone right now. In fact, you can even take Nick and Harry both out to see how you feel about each one of them," Louis suggested.

"Whoa, why are we bringing Harry into this? I barely even know him. Maybe I don't even want to be with him."

Eleanor crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow at me.

"What?!?"

"You wouldn't just kiss someone you wouldn't even think about being with," she said.

"Yeah, you may not know him personally, but you once did. And that's your connection to him. You keep thinking about what you guys might have been like and that's why you have weird feelings about him, maybe even confusing ones," Louis said.

Surprisingly, he was right. But it's hard you know. Trying to remember something you once had with someone. It's like I was hurting him because I didn't remember one single thing. And it probably was, but I couldn't hurt him anymore than I already had.

I'm sure Harry was a great guy, and maybe I should prove that myself.

"Okay, fine. I'll see how it goes with both of them. But don't rush me, I need time, and a lot of it," I said running upstairs.

I knew where Harry was. Obviously in the room he practically only knows about besides mine.

I walked in and he was fast asleep with his shirt still off and his hair still damp.

"Harry," I said faintly walking over to his side.

I shook his arm and his eyes slowly opened.

"What do you want?" he mumbled.

"I want to talk to you," I said sitting myself on the other side of the bed.

"If you want to tell me the kiss didn't mean anything to you, then I already know," he said turning away from me.

"Hey," I said nudging him to face me, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, and I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Sure you didn't. But I'm sure it meant nothing, " he replied.

"Harry."

"No, you know what hurts? Is that you lied to your friend or sister, or whatever the hell you call her, about how that was a memory and it wasn't. Maybe it could have been, but now it's not a very good memory I would want to remember."