Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17

"We build too many walls and not enough bridges." - Isaac Newton

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
•••
Jenna's POV
•••

"Harry!" I was taken back by his harsh words. Harry rarely cusses. I can't believe this is happening right now. I'm never gonna have just a good solid day of peace. Today has dragged on forever and I just want to sleep as if it never happened.

"No hold on, Jenna. I wanna hear what he has to say." Harry turned in his seat and faced Zayn completely. "So lets hear it."

Zayn has never looked more uncomfortable in his life. He was staring at his hands as his fingers were intertwined and his thumbs twitched back and forth. He gulped a couple times before clearing his throat and looking at Harry. When he finally lifted his head you could see the pain in his eyes. Not as if he was going to cry...but like he just couldn't take it anymore.

"It's not like that, Harry."

"Oh bullshit! I call bullshit! You know you would in a heartbeat! But it's never gonna happen. She's mine." Harry said and tried to wrap his arm around me, but I shied away. I wasn't going to put up with his bullying. Zayn didn't deserve it.

"So what if I would?! That's what you do when you love someone! I would do anything for her just like you would, Harry! You know how that feels. How you can't stand to see her in pain, and you'd endure anything as long as she didn't have to. I feel that too. I know what it's like. I can't help how I feel!"

"Yes you can! You didn't have to tell her! Now she feels bad for you when she shouldn't."

"I ONLY TOLD HER BECAUSE SHE KISSED ME. I didn't have much of a choice now did I?! I didn't make her kiss me!"

"No but I'm sure you enjoyed every damn second of it!"

"DAMN RIGHT I DID! Best kiss of my life! And it bugs the hell out of you doesn't it?! I got your girl to say my name just by touching her. It's killing you isn't it?!"

What happened next was such a blur. Within seconds Harry was on top of Zayn, repeated hits being thrown to his perfect jawline. From what I saw Zayn got a couple good hits, but Harry really gave it to him. It didn't really register what was happening until I saw Niall tugging at Harry's shoulders. He was unsuccessful at tearing them apart when Harry threw him against the door to the back of the bus.

"HARRY! Knock it off! Get off of him!" He tried to push me away just like he did Niall, but I wasn't going to allow it. I grabbed his elbow as it went to shove my leg and pulled him to the floor. "Stop it!"

"Why do you keep trying to help him!" He screamed as I pinned his arms down.

"Why do you keep hurting him?!" I shot back.

"Because you're MINE, Jenna!" He snarled and got in my face the best he could with his wrists pinned above his head.

"You're such a possessive asshole." I got up and took my seat on the farthest end of the couch. "You should go." I said to Zayn as he say up.

"See. She doesn't want you. Good riddens." Harry said trying to sit next to me, but I scooted further.

Zayn still looked pissed beyond repair as he made his way off the bus. "For the record, Harry: if I wanted to take Jenna from you I could. She liked me first. Or did she not tell you that?" I avoided looking at Harry and kept my wide eyes on Zayn. "Yeah, I wouldn't have either. But, before you call me a bad friend or any other shit name you have in that crazy head of yours, just know I didn't go after her out of respect. She obviously has feelings for me, but I let it slide and ignored it for you. Remember that when you try to act like a dick." And with that, he slammed the door.

Half of the stuff he said was a lie...wasn't it? I mean, I love Harry. I know for a fact I would never leave Harry for one of his bandmates. But, my feelings for him...I guess he wasn't completely wrong. Zayns undeniably good looking, but that's never been a focus point for me. He has the kindest heart I've ever seen, and he tells me everything. I know I love him, but that doesn't matter. I love Harry so much more. It's not the same feeling. When I look at Harry, I get butterflies. I can't stand to be away from him...he's my other half. With Zayn it's like..the way I treat my little brother. My heart is full of so much love for him that it's unbearable at times. I'd take a bullet for him. But...it's not anything more that how I feel about my brother.

I think my problem is that I love too easily. My heart feels for everything and everyone... I just wish people could understand my feelings, rather than assume I feel more for them. I do love Zayn, but not how he thinks I do.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna leave you two. I'll go check on Zayn, and I'll be back before we leave. Try not to kill each other, eh?" Niall said and followed in Zayns footsteps getting off the bus.

"Are you going to answer me or just fucking sit there." Harry scowled at me. I really don't appreciate his language. He never cusses, and the fact that he is now shows how mad and hurt he is...it hurts me.

"Sorry I didn't hear your question..."

"I said, do you wanna explain yourself? You liked Zayn first? Why are you even wasting your damn time with me. Go after him." I felt tears come to my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. How could he doubt me like this?

"Harry...please stop."

"Stop what, Jenna? Stop dating you? Stop being used by you? Stop getting in the way of you and Zayn? Don't worry. I won't be a bother anymore." He tried to stand up and leave, but I grabbed his wrist.

"Harry you're not in the way of anyone but yourself! Please stop this. You know I love you."

"I dont know anything anymore, Jenna." He hung his head.

"You don't know that I love you? Are you serious?" I said standing behind him. "Please look at me."

When he turned I was sure my heart was shattered into a million pieces. Tears quickly fell from his bloodshot eyes onto his puffy cheeks, and no matter how much I tried to stop them they kept coming.

"He said you loved him first. You didn't deny it. Why are you with me if you loved him first."

"Harry. I loved him first as in he was the one who got me introduced to the band. I saw you guys on TV and I was like 'Wow that Italian/Mexican one is hot.' Everyone liked you, and I was like 'No way. Its all about Zayn. Harrys too mainstream.' But when I started watching more and more videos...I couldn't help what happened. I learned about your dorky personality and saw how much we're alike. You were too perfect and I fell right away." Both of us were cupping each others faces as we wiped each others tears.

"Promise me you'll never leave me..." He said, and it was a vast contradiction from him yelling at me only minutes ago. He touched his forehead to mine, still holding my cheek in his hand. "Promise." He pleaded.

"I promise, Harry."