Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 21

"You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars." - Gary Allan

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Jenna's POV
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Harry and I arrived outside of a very fancy restaurant with the name 'Spago' across the front. I've never heard of it, but considering we were greeted by valet, I assume it's one of those well-known, high-end restaurants.

We walked in and a woman whose nametag read 'Lucinda' lead us straight to a table. This place really was fancy...I wonder what kind of strings Harry had to pull to get us reservations. Probably had to pull the fame card again. I chuckle at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked noticing my amusement.

"Nothing." I continued to giggle. "It's just...this is a little much don't you think?"

"How so?"

"I don't mean it in a bad way. But, this is more of a place to go to for celebrations. This is so fancy. If you're trying to impress me, you're doing it wrong." He smirked and looked down, knowing I'm right. "You know me. All I need is a home cooked meal. Even a mcdouble and some rose pedals would be romantic." A loud laugh escaped his mouth and you could tell he shocked himself as his hand slammed against his mouth. The restaurant was very quiet, and everyone was now looking our way.

"I know how you are. I just wanted to go somewhere fancy. Last time we did this it was for your birthday." He said grabbing my hand.

"I feel like the three times we went out that month was enough for a lifetime." I love when Harry and I reminisce. Back in February, Harry and I went out to dinner 3 times to fancy restaurants. The first being his birthday, the second valentines, and the third was my birthday. It was all within 3 weeks, and as nice as it was, it was alot. I'm not the kind of girl who needs all of that, and Harry knows it.

"I love you." He said, still chuckling.

"I can see that..." I said gesturing to our surroundings.

"Ok, ok. I get it."

"I love you too." I smiled.

Our waiter finally brought our food, and Harry released my hand. All my talk about how fancy this restaurant was confirmed when a received my meal. It was a real big plate, but my meal had maybe three bites worth. And there were a bunch of apostrophes and crap made with sauce all over the plate. I appreciate art just as much as the next girl, but I'm starving.

"This was much bigger in the picture..." Harry continued to laugh as I tried to savor every bite of my meal. All two of them. "Dang. That was so worth the million dollars you just paid." I said sarcastically.

"Come on. Lets get outta here." He said, leaving a $100 bill on the table without even waiting for the check.

"Where are we going?"

"We're gonna find a nice burger joint."

I laugh as he takes my hand heading to the door. I don't think I'm particularly dressed for a burger joint, but then again neither is Harry. With my fancy dress and his nice blazer, were gonna look like fools. He looks so good though. He's wearing a plain white tee with a tight black blazer, his cross necklace dangling right at the rim of it, you could see his canary tattoos peaking out of the thin shirt, but you couldn't see his butterfly - which I was thankful for.

"Harry?! Oh my gosh it is you!" I take my eyes from his torso.

"Emily...how've you been?" Harry let go of my hand to hug the girl in front of us. She looks familiar to me, but I can't put a finger on it. And man does she look good...she's wearing an extremely tight gold sequin dress, tall black heels, and her straight blonde hair fell just past her shoulders. She's perfect. I hate her.

"I'm great! Wow. You look so good. Got some more muscle under that blazer, huh Styles?" Harry laughed at the ground as she poked at his stomach. And is he blushing?! Oh my. Get away from my boy.

"Oh, stop." He gushed.

"You haven't called me in ages! What's up with that, huh?"

THAT'S HOW I KNOW HER. She's the girl Harry had a fling with in Australia. Emily Ostilly. That was all over the press because fans bullied her into deleting her twitter. I thought I'd seen her before.

"I've been a bit busy." I clear my throat behind them. "Oh, would you like to meet my....my girlfriend Jenna?"

"Hi, nice to meet you." I put on my best fake smile and shook her hand as firmly as possible. She dropped my hand as if she was unimpressed.

"LOVE that dress, Jenna. Wherever did you get it." That was so insincere, it didn't even sound like a question. Just fake conversation.

"Harry bought it for me." I smiled looking up at him as he put his hand around my waist.

"He was always the big spender." I'm gonna hit her. Please let me hit her.

"Well it was nice seeing you again, Emily. Have a nice dinner." Harry said as our car arrived at the valet.

"I will! Be sure to call me!"

I got into the car before the valet man could even get out, pushing Harry away when he tried to open my door.

"You're not calling her." I said as Harry got in the car.

"Aww are we jealous?"

"Don't fucking mock me, Harry. Just listen."

"And what if I do call her?"

"You really wanna risk that?" I turned and gave him the dirtiest look possible without showing how upset I was becoming.

"No, silly. I hadn't planned on calling her."

"I don't see why not. She's perfect for you. Just your type. Blonde, red lips, huge tits...I get it. I understand. Just don't lie to me."

"Don't be a fool, Jenna. If that were my type I wouldn't be with you. I don't have a type."

"I'm surprised you are with me." I mumbled and looked out the window.

"Excuse me?!"

"I said I'm surprised you're with me! Every girlfriend you've ever had has been blonde! So I'm sorry if it's a little shocking! I was shocked the first time you said I was pretty, and a year later it still blows my mind." I couldn't help but yell. He yelled first.

"Those are my EXES Jenna! Obviously they're that way for a reason! I'm not saying it's because they're blonde, but that's apparently something they have in common! Why is this such a big deal anyway!" We pulled up to the hotel after what felt like an hour car ride that was a measly two minutes. I guess no burger joint.

"It's not, Harry." I said and got out before he could say another word.

"Jenna come back!"

I ran as fast as I could to get to the room. I pushed the elevator button, but I could hear Harry's footsteps approaching so I went for the stairs. I closed the stairwell door and watched Harry run into the elevator that came for me. He didn't see me peeking through the glass window in the doorway. I looked back at the stairs and thought about running up them...but 18 floors is way too much. I caught the next elevator and pushed the 17th floor. I'm almost certain Harry will be waiting outside the elevators once he realizes I'm not in the room, and one flight of stairs won't kill me.

Once I reach the 17th floor, I run up the stairs, my heart pounding. When I reach our floor, I look through the glass to see my expectations were correct. Harry was pacing in the corridor awaiting my arrival.

"Damnit, Jenna where are you?!" He said into his phone.

I pull my phone out of my purse, and sure enough I have 9 missed calls and 2- now 3- new voicemails. "She wants to play...well game on." I heard him scowl as he punched the elevator button and pulled his phone to his ear again. I watched my phone waiting for the call to come in, but Harry spoke before anything appeared on my screen. "Emma! Did you enjoy your dinner? That's lovely. Listen. I wanna take you out for a drink."

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