Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

"Car's ready, Harry. She's gonna miss her flight if we don't hurry." Paul said entering the hospital room.

"Did you not tell him?"

"I'm sorry? Tell me what?"

"She's not going."

"Are you kidding? We already paid for the plane and informed management. When was this decided?!"

"Two days ago."

"Two days?! I'm sorry, Jenna. But you have to go. You can thank Harry for not informing everyone." That was his plan. Don't tell anyone, and then I have no choice.

"Well, IM sorry, Paul. I'm not going." I stood my ground.

"JENNA! You-"

"PAUL. IM. NOT. GOING. Get that through your head. I'm sorry you have to call management and tell them plans changed. I'm sorry you have to cancel my flight. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'll tell the driver where we're going, and if they even TRY to take me to the airport, I'll jump out of the car." Paul threw back his head exasperated.

"See what I've been dealing with?" Harry said.

"Ugh fine. I'll give management a call. Go back to the hotel."

"Eeep!" I squealed. "Thanks, Paul. And sorry again." I kissed his cheek and Harry grabbed my bags as we walked out of the hospital room.

"There's just no arguing with her."

"I'm learning that. Now go. I have a call to make."

•••••

"Heeeey! There she is! I thought you'd be on a plane by now?" Louis said as I walked into mine and Harry's hotel room.

"You really think I'd go home over a little cut?"

"Well I'm surprised you were able to tell Harry AND management no. Becoming more like me every day now aren't we?"

"Oh, totally." I said laughing at Louis. But, all of our laughter was halted by Harry's entrance.

"....what's going on?" He asked.

"We were waiting to console you...but it seems as though its unnecessary now." Louis said.

"It is. Now get out." The confusion on the boys faces matched mine as Harry practically shoved them into the hall.

"Harry, what the-"

"NO, Jenna. My turn to talk." Things got serious. "Next time I try to protect you, you need to let me. You got really hurt and instead of letting me handle it and send you home, you fought me, and everyone else. And on top of fighting me, you really hurt me. You know I'm insecure about the Nate situation, and you purposely used it against me. You knew it would hurt me, but you did it anyway. How do you think that makes me feel, Jenna?"

"I'm sorry..."

"I won't accept your apology for this."

"Then can we at least move past it?"

"I don't think I can, Jenna."

"Can you at least see it from my side, Harry? I didn't want to leave you. I was willing to do anything to stay, because you were hell bent on me leaving."

"So it's my fault."

"I was ready to go get in bar fights to get you to keep me with you."

"You love me so much you were willing to hurt the both of us? You make no sense." At least he stopped yelling.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I love you." He groaned.

"I love you too, baby. But you really did hurt me." I took a seat on the bed. I couldn't apologize anymore. Every time the word slipped from my mouth it felt more and more meaningless. All I could do was show him. Each tear that fell was just another sign of my regret. I wanted nothing more than for him to look at me, kiss me, and tell me everything was okay.

"Jenna." I didn't want to look up. "Jenna..." He said grabbing my chin and tilting my head up. "Baby." He took his thumbs and wiped my cheeks.

"Harry, I'm-"

"No." He put a finger up to my lips.

"You know...Nate could never give you what I can."

"Harry-"

"Could never make you feel how I do."

"You don't have to do this-"

"Never love you as much as I do." He lifted his finger from my lips, replacing it with his own. Harry's kisses were typically soft...gentle. But this one was harder...almost desperate. He pushed into me harder than ever. His lips pursed, longing for me to push back as his hands wrapped around my waist. Craving the same amount of love he was giving. Needing attention to soothe his pain. I gave him what he wanted, reaching up to his face.

As my hands cupped his face I found something I wasn't expecting. Tears. I opened my eyes to see his still closed, tear after tear flowing down his flustered cheeks. I followed what he had done moments before and used my thumbs to wipe away his pain.

"Nate could never be you, Harry. He'll never even get the chance. You're mine. No matter how many fans hurt me, how many boys you get jealous of, how many girls I want to kill, how far apart we are...you're mine. Always. We can make this work."