Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 16

"If you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time - a tremendous whack." -Winston Churchill

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Jenna's POV
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"You're not canceling shows for me, Harry. If anything I'll stay here and fly out to you when they're done watching over me." The doctor had walked out of the room in order to avoid the awkward environment as we argued.

"I'm not leaving you here."

"You have a show tonight. And you have sound check in like three hours. Have you even thought to call anyone and tell them where you are?" His forehead was wrinkled in anger and he was breathing hard. But, it was obvious no one but me had crossed his mind.

"I'll be sure to call and tell them I can't make it."

"Harry!" I'm interrupted mid yell by the doctors re-entrance.

"Alright. I need to give you a shot. Do you have a fear of needles?" He asked.

I'm afraid of alot of things, but needles have never been a problem. They just make me uncomfortable.

"What a trooper." The doctor said despite my closed eyes. "Nude bandaid, or spongebob?"

"Oh man! Spongebob for sure! What's a hospital doing with kiddie bandaids? Know what, don't answer. I love it." Harry laughed at how excited I was for a bandaid. Despite how gross I was feeling a moment ago, the shot really was doing something for me. The room felt as if it had become a whole 20 degrees hotter, and my headache had stopped pulsing behind my eyes.

"Excuse me doctor, but is there any way she could come with me today? Couldn't I just give you a number to call and you check up on her? I could watch for signs...but I can't leave her here."

"Actually I was just going to talk to you, Mr. Styles. Do you have a medic with you on your?"

"Yeah we do." Harry began to look hopeful.

"I will get a list typed up, and you can give it to the medic. Be sure to tell him to watch her. I'm also going to write a prescription that you can pick up downstairs, make sure she takes it every 4 hours. Even in the middle of the night. Set an alarm if you need to."

"Thank you so much. I can't tell you how much this means. I'll watch her more than the medic I'm sure." Harry said squeezing my hand yet again.

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The boys thankfully began their concert in Jones Beach about an hour ago. I'm laying in my bunk on the tour bus as Joe the medic is sat outside, constantly watching me. Harry was incredibly reluctant to go on stage. With everything that's been happening lately, he was too scared to leave my side. I know how he feels. I can't help but be afraid something will happen when he's not around. At least if he's with me, his face is the last one I'd see. I don't think my jokes about wanting to 'jump off the stage into the water and drown myself' made Harry feel at ease. I'm terrible.

"Jenna you still up?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, I'm just not tired."

"Well I just got word from Paul, and the boys are finishing up their set now. Take your meds in about twenty. I'm gonna head out." That was fast I could've sworn they still had an hour.

"Alright. Thanks, Joe."

The moment I get up to get my medicine off of the counter, the bus door opens.

"Why aren't you in bed, babe? You really shouldn't be walking around." Harry said frantically.

"I had to get my medicine. How was the show?"

"It was great as always. You need to get back to your bunk."

"Can't we just stand for a minute? I've been laying in that thing all day. Maybe go sit in the back?" He nodded at my suggestion and pulled me to the couch at the back of the bus by our intertwined fingers.

"I worried about you all show..." He said tucking some stray hairs behind my ear. I couldn't imagine how terrible I looked. My hair was pulled up into one of my usual buns, but considering I've been laying on my back all day I'm sure I have pillow head. On top of that I'm in a sports bra and sweats. My fever is gone, and I'm actually pretty hot in them, but they're ridiculously comfy. If I get too hot I'll put on my nike pro shorts.

"Is it safe to come in or am I gonna get puked on?" I heard my favorite Irish accent joke from the door.

"Come in, dumbass." Harry's eyes widened at my language. I'm generally not the type to use foul language, but I kinda feel like I have nothing to lose lately.

"Well look who's up! Harry said you'd be in bed still."

"Yeah he wants me to be, but we all know how stubborn I am." I laughed.

"The first step is acceptance, woman. Bravo." He clapped, mocking me.

"Maybe you should put a shirt on, Jenna." Harry said eyeing me.

"Why? It's just Niall?" When I heard the door shut I realized why he had tensed up. Zayn.

"Hey, boo! You're lookin better!" He said engulfing me into a tight hug. I could only imagine how furious Harry looked behind me. I'm in only a bra and Zayn has his arms around me. Better push him off before someone else has to go to the hospital.

"Thanks, boo." I'm glad were back to using our nickname for each other.

"So Zayn, I heard about you and Perrie. Tough break." Harry said, but didn't really sound too sincere. I turned and shot him a warning look.

"You and Perrie broke up?! Man that sucks, lad." Niall said as he put his leg up.

"Yeah I don't really wanna talk about it." Zayn said as he rubbed his neck and took a seat.

"Oh you don't? What would you rather talk about?" Harry said sitting forward. "Would you rather talk about the fact that you wanna fuck my girlfriend?"

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