Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

"Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together." -Author Unknown

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Jenna's POV

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Not now. Please not now. It was all getting better.

"What's up, mate?" Harry asked Zayn.

"I don't like the tension. We kissed...but I don't want it to ruin anything. I don't even know why it happened." He was talking to both of us, but his eyes didn't leave mine.

"I do." Harry said, making Zayn lose contact with me.

"What?" His eyebrows scrunched up. "Do explain."

"Jenna was being tormented." Zayns eyes immediately grew wide. "Evie threatened my life, saying if she couldn't have me, nobody could. She threatened Jenna too. Held a knife up to her throat." They both clenched their fists. Zayn now looking down at the table trying to gather his thoughts.

"Why didn't you just tell someone, Jenna?" Zayn asked me angrily.

"She was protecting me. Evie threatened to kill me. It wasn't her fault."

"As if anyone would let that happen, Harry."

"She didn't know. She was scared." Harry was fighting for me. I couldn't put words together. Zayn was furious, and it scared the hell out of me.

"So you used me. The kiss meant nothing. It was all to get at Harry. It was a stupid scheme. You think you can just toy with my emotions like that?!" He screamed, pounding his fist onto the table.

"Zayn, I'm so sorry."

"No, Jenna! That's such bullshit! I thought there was something there... I've always kinda had a thing for you, but I knew how much you loved Harry. And when we kissed..I dunno I guess I thought maybe for a second we could be a thing." I couldn't look at him. I didn't know he felt that way. Not even a little. I love Zayn. So much. Like a brother...I thought the feeling was mutual.

Even Harry was shocked.

His eyes looked into mine as if he was searching for something. I was expecting anger, but he it wasn't what I got... I don't know what he's feeling.

"Zayn. I love you." I grabbed his knee. "But...not like that. I didn't mean to use you. I was trying to protect Harry, and that was all I had on my mind. I didn't think I would effect you at all...and I did. I'm so, so sorry." He looked away from me. "Zayn please. Don't hate me."

"I could never hate you, Jenna. But, how could you do that to someone you love? Without having at least SOME feelings?"

I guess he was right... The kiss was nice. It felt good.. But at the same time it really hurt to see Harry's reaction... Even if I ever liked Zayn like that, those feelings could never match the ones I feel for Harry.

"Can we just forget about it, Zayn? Please?" He hung his head in defeat.

"Yea, Jenna. Whatever you want."

"I just don't want to lose you. I really do love you, Zayn. And you're my bestfriend. You know that. That won't ever change on my behalf. So I hope we can just look past all of this bullshit. This past week has been hell, and I really need my bestfriend back."

"I understand. I'm all yours, boo."

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"Five more minutes, Harry." One of the security guards said, and he nodded.

"You sure you'll be alright alone? You can come watch the show.."

"Not tonight, Harry. I'm just gonna relax. Maybe take a nap." I saw the worry in his eyes, but I was exhausted. He made me go shopping today, and I tried on every single item of clothing in about 6 different stores. I needed to rest.

"Ron is going to stay at the door. If you need anything, just holler." I nodded. "I'll see you in 2 hours, babe."

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I tried to sleep like 8 times, but my mind does nothing but wander. I can hear the boys finishing up their set in the background as I check twitter. My feeds full of pictures. They look so cute on stage.

"Miss you're not allowed to be back here." I heard Ron say on the other side of the door, breaking me from my thoughts. "HEY! HOW DID YOU GET BACK HERE! Steve! Get the rest of sec-" his voice is cut off by a loud bang. A gunshot.

Where I'm from, gun shots are nothing but common. I scan the room trying to find a place to hide. There's nothing but a mirror, a rack of clothes, and the couch I'm currently sitting on. I run as fast as I can to get behind the clothes, as the door swings open.

"Oh, sweet, Jenna. You didn't think you could actually hide from me did you?"

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