Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

"Very funny, Harry."

"It's not a joke. You're going home."

"Over my dead body."

"I nearly had to send you that way, Jenna! You're going home. That's final." I laughed at him trying to put his foot down. As serious as he was, I wasn't going to leave. He can furrow his brows and yell to his hearts content. I'm staying. "Don't laugh at me."

"Then don't be an idiot, Harry. If you really think you can force me to go home, you're mistaken. I'll go roam the streets of London and get into a bunch of bar fights before I let you send me home."

"As soon as the doctor releases you, security is escorting you to the airport." He really wasn't going to give up.

"Escort implies I'm willing. Know what? Maybe you're right. I'll just go home and spend my summer with Nate." Harry's nostrils began to flare at my suggestion. "I really do miss him. The way he greeted me with such warm hugs and always smelled soooo good."

"It's not gonna work, Jenna."

"What's not gonna work, babe?"

"You're still going home. And, honestly, Nate doesn't intimidate me. Like you said before, he doesn't like you. Plus, he's not very happy with you at the moment. So get your rest. You'll be back to good ol' Nate sooner than you think." He said getting up from his chair trying to leave. But, he's a fool if he thinks if let him go that easily.

"You're right. He doesn't like me. He's in love with me. Said so himself." Harry stopped walking, but his back still to me. I'd had him. "And I can not WAIT to see his shining face at that airport with my mom. They always had this special bond that I never understood. Maybe she knew about his feelings all along. I dunno." Harry still hadn't turned. He had to get angrier in order for me to stay. "Who knows, maybe he'll get his way this summer. I've always loved him, just never like that. I guess I just never saw him that way..but things can change. I mean, he is very cute. Spending a whole summer with those bright hazel eyes and that perfectly straight smile doesn't sound too bad. I'll need SOMETHING to get over you right?"

"Over me?! We're not breaking up!" He turned. I win.

"You don't seriously expect me to try to be with you after you went behind my back - my INJURED back - and tried to send me home do you?" I wouldn't really leave him for that, but he had to think I would.

"Maybe I don't want to be with someone who would leave me like that."

"You don't?" I asked already knowing it was a lie. He hung his head in defeat.

"Please...I'm just trying to protect you." He croaked.

"I don't need it."

"You're in the hospital!" He said it angrily, yet it was very quiet as he held back tears.

"Harry. Just trust me. I'll be ok. WE'LL be ok. Together. Separating us would only hurt the both of us more."

He had returned to his seat, and I offered him my hand once again.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just...don't want you to get hurt." A tear fell to his cheek. "I can't lose you."