Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

"In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act."

- George Orwell

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Harry's POV

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"You sure you wanna go up?" Niall asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure she's good by now." I reply.

Last night with Jenna was acting strange. As if she was mad. It really threw me considering things have been going so well lately. She snapped out of nowhere.

When I got up this morning I didn't even bother her. She looked so beautiful and at peace lying on the sofa. I didn't want to wake her and her be mad at me again, so Niall and I went to Tom and Lou's room to play with Lux. Eventually I convinced them to all come swimming, being that the heat was too much and I didn't want to face Jenna just yet.

"Well Zayn said he took her shopping with him, so hopefully that cheered her up." Niall said breaking me from my thoughts.

"What? She wouldn't even come shopping with me yesterday!" Why was she so upset with me...

"Maybe he just pushed her enough to where she went. Don't bug out, man." Maybe Nialls right. I'm sure I have nothing to worry about.

I make my way through the tens of fans around the hotel, stopping for every picture and autograph possible trying to stall. I'm nervous to see Jenna. I hate when she's mad at me. She gives me death glares and the coldest shoulder you could imagine. Even her eyes are cold. Like she wants nothing to do with me.

I didn't see any of that last night, though. She wasn't mad. She looked hurt...almost scared. But I don't know what I could've done.

I stood outside the door for at least two minutes trying to calm my breathing. Maybe she's not even back from shopping. I'm sure I have nothing to worry about.

I slide my key into the door, taking one more deep breath before pushing it open. I should've breathed harder...but I don't think any amount of breaths could've prepared me for what I saw. My heart fell along with countless amounts of tears.

Zayns hands were firmly placed on Jenna's bum, a chuckle leaving his lips as he squeezes her, breaking the kiss. She smiles at him and he goes for her neck. I can't move. I can't breathe. I'm broken. I want Jenna to open her eyes. See me. I can't get her attention, but her eyes are tightly closed as she throws her head back, Zayn leaving marks along her collarbone.

It's then that I realize how good she looks. She's in the tightest dress I've ever seen her wear. I would remember something that sexy. It's hugging her in all the right places. Zayn must have bought it.

I gulp hearing Zayns name escape her mouth in ecstasy. I can't take it anymore.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Zayn stops his gestures, but doesn't remove himself. Jenna does nothing but lower her head and look at me. No remorse. No sign to show she's upset they got caught.

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Jenna's POV

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"GET. OFF. OF. HER." Harry said gritting through his teeth.

I pushed Zayn back a little. He was obviously too startled to turn and face Harry. I'm surprised he went as far as he did. He's so into Perrie...I thought him kissing me was a long shot.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Harry said spinning Zayn around. "That's MY girlfriend you just had your hands all over." He fisted the neck of Zayns tshirt.

"I'm sorry, Harry..."

"SORRY?! THAT'S IT?! THAT'S ALL YOU CAN SAY TO ME!" His nostrils flared as his eyes went dark. His light green eyes long gone, now becoming black. I've never seen him so angry. "If she weren't standing here I'd kick your bloody ass!" He raised a fist.

"She came onto ME, Harry! Please stop!" Zayn said cowering away. It really was a sight to see. I always admired Zayn for being a tough guy...I must have really messed with his head.

Harry looked to me, his eyes returning to the ones I fell in love with. Tears threatening to fall onto his cheeks. "Is this true."

I have to seem cold. No matter how hurt he looks. "Eh. Yea." I shrug.

"W-what.....wait...no. You're lying." He continually shook his head looking down. Tear after tear blurring his vision. "W-why.....WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?"

I didn't know what to say. He looked so hurt. So vulnerable. I wanted to pull him into my arms and cry. Tell him everything. But I couldn't. I had to stand my ground.

"I had to thank him for the dress?" It was a stupid thing to say. I didn't even sound sure of myself. But apparently it worked.

Harry stormed back and forth, trying to grasp the situation. Zayn and I both jumping when his fist making contact with the door.

As he fell to the door, three little knocks came from the other side.

"Come on. Not now." Harry said looking through the peephole. "It's your stupid friend." I looked at him puzzled as he opened the door. "Hello, Evie."

"Woah. Harry...you alright?" She asked. I couldn't help but stare at her. I hated her. And even worse..she actually looked good. She was wearing a flowing white sundress with black Oxfords. Something I would wear.

"I'm fine." Harry said. He looked back at me, eyes still red from crying. A smirk suddenly falling upon his face. "Hey, Evie? What do you say you and I go for dinner?"

"Now? Sounds fun! Will anyone be joining us?" She asked throwing a look back to me and Zayn.

"No. Just you and me." He threw me another look as if to rub it in my face, then walked with her out the door.

Looks like she's getting what she wants.

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Authors Note:

Who do you feel bad for in this chapter?! Zayn? Harry? Jenna? ...Niall?

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