Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

"Sometimes in order to set the one you love free, you must lie...even when the truth is what they want more than anything." - Alyssa Sellers

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Jenna's POV
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I wake up and feel around, realizing I'm still on the couch. Memories of last night flooding my mind. I stayed up until almost 3 waiting for Harry to come back. My emotions were all over the place. I still can't believe he'd call Emily out of spite. After all this talk about how I'm his one, his only....he just went against me like that.

I get up from the couch to find Harry. I'm sure he just went to bed and was too angry to pick me up and put me there. Maybe he just didn't wanna wake me.

"Harry?" I call as I walk into the bedroom. Nothing. The bed is still made. I check the bathroom. Nothing.

Just as I'm about to call him, I hear the door. "Where the hell have you been?!" He screamed.

"Me?! I've been at the hotel the whole time. Would you like to explain where YOU'VE been?"

"I was out looking for you!"

"I call bullshit."

"I was! You wouldn't answer your phone, you weren't in the room, you weren't by the car, I couldn't find you anywhere!"

"You would've been able to find me much sooner if you weren't out with Emily." His eyes widened.

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Harry's POV
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"Harry! There you are, love! Where's Jamie?" Emma said as I approached Spago.

"It's Jenna." I scowled. "Know what? Never mind. This was a mistake." I turn to walk back to the hotel, but I'm stopped by a hand on my wrist.

"No, I'm sorry. I won't mention her again. Lets go for a drink?" I looked at her for a moment, and even though I shouldn't have followed...I did.

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"Harry wake up. You need to leave." I'm woken up in the rudest way by the most annoying voice and know immediately it's not Jenna. The blanket I had been cuddled in seconds before was torn from my arms. The pillow that had been shielding my eyes was removed and a groan escaped my lips. I'm hungover as hell. Jenna knows how to treat me when I'm like this. She wakes me up with a kiss, gives me medicine, and makes me a light breakfast. I'd kill for that right now.

"Seriously, Harry. You need to leave."

I look up from the mattress I was burying my face into and see Emily glaring down at me. She's dressed and showered, ready for a new day. I on the other hand am only in my boxers...bloody hell.

"What happened last night?"

"I don't know. Last thing I remember is karaoke at the bar."

That's right. We went to a bar and I was drinking constantly. I remember trying to text Jenna where I had gone, but my phone was dead. The last thing I remember was winning a karaoke contest.

"Did we...you know." I said gesturing to my boxers.

"No. I don't think so. I woke up on the couch, fully clothed." She said annoyed. I'm sure she wanted to sleep in the bed with me, but I wouldn't allow it. I mentally pat myself on the back and begin to get dressed. "I called you a cab."

"Thanks, dude." I say as I close the door to her hotel room, annoyed remarks being shouted in my direction.

"I'm not a dude you pompous asshole!" I couldn't help but chuckle.

When I reach downstairs I find a can awaiting my arrival. I tell him my hotel and it turns out we're a mere block down. I should've walked to get my thoughts straight. What am I supposed to tell Jenna? What if she's not even in the room? I'll have to go on a search for her. I'm not in the mood for this right now. My head is pounding in sync with my heart. It all hurts way too much. I pay the cab driver and thank him, and make my way up to the 18th floor.

For such a long way up, that was probably the shortest elevator ride ever. I can't think straight. I hesitate outside the door trying to gather myself before going in. When I hear her calling my name inside I couldn't wait anymore. I slide my key through the door and rush in. The second the door shuts she appears out of the bedroom.

I speak first. "Where the hell have you been?!"

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Jenna's POV
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"You would've been able to find me much sooner if you weren't out with Emily." His eyes widened.

I could tell he had no idea how I knew.

"How did you-"

"I was hiding in the stair shaft. I watched you call her out of spite. You know how I feel about her, Harry! How could you?"

"I'll admit I just wanted to make you jealous. But, I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did. Im sorry... Please forgive me."

As far as it did? Did they...no Harry wouldn't....they slept together?! I can't control the emotions pouring from me. My hands push Harry in anger, but my eyes betray me as tears continue to fall.

"How could you!"

"It's not that big of a deal, Jenna! I said I'm sorry!"

I couldn't say anything. All I did was stare. The tears had stopped as my anger began to bubble to the surface. "Put yourself in my shoes, Harry." I growled, my voice now turning low and dark. "If I had called Zayn out of spite and gone to him, you would have flipped." I got closer to him, trying to ignite fear, maybe even pain without physically hurting him. He smelled terribly like alcohol. "If I went out to a club with Zayn, and got drunk off my ass, letting him guide me to the floor so that our bodies could meet and I could show him what I've got. Dance the night away." My lips were inches away from his ear. "Tell him I'm all his, and let him take me back to his hotel...leaving the rest of the night up to him."Harry's face was visibly red from the corner of my eye. "You wouldn't like that now, would you." I stepped back and narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms. He looked as if he was going to burst, but the words that escaped his mouth as I turned to the bedroom sent me over the edge.

"Whatever makes you happy, Jenna." I can't take this anymore. I run into the room, tears flowing faster than ever, and grab my suitcase. I'm startled when Harry speaks behind me. "Would you like some help?"

"No but I'm sure Emily would love some." I pushed him away.

"Jenna that's not fair."

"THAT'S NOT FAIR?!" I've lost it. He wants to talk about fair? "No, Harry! You know what's not fair?! I put up with so much shit for you. I nearly die five times, I save your life six times, I look past your rage, I ignore your jealous rants, I give in to you when you're needy, I devote my whole life to you and you just drop it all for another girl. As if I'm nothing!"

"I won't apologize again, Jenna."

"I know you won't, Harry. Because you're not sorry. And I can't do this anymore. I'm willing to sacrifice my life to be with you, but not when you don't want to be with me."

"Then I guess you should finish packing."