Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

"I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be."

― Nicholas Sparks, Dear John

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"These are the girls who made that video for you right?" I asked Harry as we approached a house in the middle of nowhere.

"Yeah. The birthday one." A few months back Harry was checking his tweets and found a video from two girls singing him happy birthday. I watched it over and over again. One of them looked to be maybe 15 and the other to be about 11ish, and they were adorable. Their voices were just to die for. I don't know how Harry found them, but we're headed to their house now.

"They seem like very sweet girls." He smiled at my optimism. I could tell he was excited to meet them, and despite what's happened with fans the last couple weeks, I wasn't going to get in the way of Harry's happiness.

He made his way around to my side of the car, a gesture that always made me smile, and opened my door. "Thank you, kind sir." I said taking his hand as he helped me down.

"Any time, ma'am." He said with his best country accent. Ever since Kentucky he'd been speaking that way. It was cute. Every time he tried to add a twang, he curved the left side of his mouth just a bit more than his right. A movement I found adorable.

"You know, people in Nashville don't sound like the people in Kentucky, babe." I informed him as we walked onto the porch.

"I only got one country accent. Take it or leave it." I laughed as he continued to try.

He reached his hand up to knock on the door, but it was unnecessary. The door flew open, the two girls I recognized from the video greeting us with smiling faces. I untangled mine and Harry's hands, not wanting to be rude.

"You actually came! Come on in!" The older one said, stepping aside. "I'm Lennon and this is my sister Maisy."

"So you really are sisters! Hence the name 'Stella sisters'...I can dig it." Harry said and hugged each of them. "Well I'm sure you know me, but I'd like you to meet my lovely girlfriend, Jenna." He said gesturing to me.

"Hi, nice to meet y'all." Did I really just say y'all...I'm not from around here. I'm gonna look so fake. "I saw the video you made Harry, and I've kinda been stalking you since. You guys are so good." I gushed.

"Thank you! Comin from you that's really sweet." Lennon said. "And lemme just say...you've got nothing to worry about with us, Jenna." I looked at her a bit confused. "What I mean is, I know the last time you tried to be nice to a fan you almost got killed. But, you don't need to be scared here." Memories of the Louisville show flushed back at her gesture.

I remember how limp Evie was as they carried her body off. How bloody her face was from my knuckles. How much blood was in the doorway because of poor Ron. He died trying to save me. I remember the looks on the rest of the boys faces. Niall and Liam couldn't handle the sight of Ron, and immediately went to the buses. Louis on the other hand talked to the men surrounding Ron, and Zayn was at mine and Harry's side making sure I was ok. Harry told him I would be fine and I could tell he was annoyed that Zayn cared so much, but Zayn ignored him. He checked all over my body for any cuts reminding me that last time I got hurt I had no idea I was even bleeding. You could tell Harry hadn't thought of that when he began to check a little too. I-

"Jenna?" Lennon said, breaking me from my flashback. "I mean it ya know...no harm will come to you here."

"Oh! I believe you. Sorry. I got lost in my thoughts." She smiled and nodded with comprehension. I really did believe her. They were both sweet girls. I've watched their videos multiple times, and they seem nothing less than genuine.