Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 27

"It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams." - Jocelyn Soriano

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Jenna's POV
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I walk back into the dressing room and find Zayn and Louis occupied by a video game. Liam was on his phone typing away. Niall and Lexi were deep in conversation and totally flirting. I shoulda called that one from the beginning. Nobody seemed to notice me when I walked in, they were much too occupied.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked sitting next to Liam.

"Just chatting with fans on twitter." He said smiling down at his phone. "Oh! How'd your 'talk' go?" He said wiggling his eyebrows and putting air quotes around the word 'talk'.

"Just a normal talk..."

"Oh." He looked a bit disappointed. "So you guys didn't fix everything? I get it. I don't know if I'd be able to forgive a girl if she did what Harry did to you."

"No it's not that I can't forgive him. He needs to forgive himself." Liam looked at me confused. "He thinks he's so bad for me...he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I need him to see that before I can ever get back with him."

"But you'd go back?"

"Absolutely."

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"Five minutes, lads." Paul said poking his head into the dressing room. "Jenna! Hey, you! How've you been?" I jump up to give him a hug, chuckling at how happy he is to see me.

"I'm good Paul, and yourself?"

"Same as always. I gotta say...it's been weird not having a hard-headed turd around." He said knocking on my forehead as I scrunched my nose and squeezed my eyes.

"Yea, yea. Don't you have work to do?" I said pushing him back. He laughed one more time before leaving the room.

The more people I see back here the more I realize I miss the tour life. Everyone is so cheery and loving toward me. It's like my second family.

"You sure you two wanna go into the crowd...you remember what happened last time" Niall said as Lexi and I were fixing ourselves up before the concert.

"Yea, Niall well be fine." I said.

"No. Not riskin it." Zayn said and went for the door. "Mike!" He shouted into the hall. "The girls wanna be in the crowd at the show tonight. I'm gonna need you to stand next to them."

"Sure thing, Mr. Malik."

"There ya go. Enjoy the show, boo." Zayn said with a smirk before he kissed the top of my head. "Fellas, shall we get going?"

The boys made their way to the stage, while Lexi and I followed closely behind. Reaching the end of the hall, they turned right, and we turned left. Waiting outside two double doors were three security guards - one of them being Mike.

"Ready for a show?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm always ready." He laughed and escorted us to two open seats in the front row on the left, center side of the stage. Lexi took the seat to my left and Mike stood in the isle right next to me. 5 seconds of summer were just finishing up their set as we got comfortable.

Alot of the fans were hesitant to ask me for pictures with Mike at my side, but I told him it was ok. Just as last time, I finished with pictures as the lights went off.

The stadium erupted with blood-curdling screams. The familiar beat of the drums dropped and the concert began. When the boys stormed on stage they each brought their usual energy, jumping all over the place as they screamed the lyrics of 'Up All Night' into their mics. Each one was into the song....but one. I looked to Harry to see his eyes still bloodshot and his face a little puffy. He looked exhausted. I was almost positive he was gonna miss his solo, but then he looked at me.

'Sing' I mouthed the words to him.

"Katy Perry's on replay, she's on replay. DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake. People goin all the way, yea all the way. I'm still wide awake."

I couldn't help but smile as the rest of the boys did their signature hip thrust. But Harry wasn't into it. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. How sad he looked. It was every fear I knew it would be. How lost he looked up there. How he couldn't make eye contact with anything but the ground and the spotlight. It was heartbreaking.

After the first couple of songs the boys had their first break. I hopped the barricade that separated the fans from the stage and ran onto the stage and to the back. I found it funny though how no security even questioned it, they just laughed as I flipped over the wall in my dress. The second I made it backstage I went for Harry's dressing room. Walking in and finding him in only his boxers was definitely not what I needed at that point in time.

"Harry!" I screamed.

"Jenna? What's wrong?" He turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes worrisome and his abs glistening with sweat.

"Wha-....uh nothing's wrong."

"So you just burst back here for nothing? Or were you trying to sneak a peak?" Playful Harry was back. For a moment I saw the same sparkle in his eye that I had grown to love. Not to mention his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

"No I came back here to tell you to get a grip. You look miserable out there, and fans are beginning to worry. You need to give them your all, Harry."

"I know...it's just....it's hard when you hate me." I don't even give him a fight. He knows damn well I don't hate him. I walk up to him, slowly reaching my hands behind his neck. "Jenna you don't wanna-"

"Shut up." I say and pull his lips to mine.

I never thought I'd miss his lips this much. The second they touched mine, I realized what had been gone all month. His lips puckered against mine in a needy fashion. His hands gently rested onto my hips as his index fingers drew circles into my backside. The kiss wasn't needy it was....perfect. Like nothing had changed. As if we were back on top of that parking garage. I was definitely seeing fireworks as we reunited. My hands traveled down his chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid across my top lip and I parted just enough for him to slide in his tongue. The sensation was almost too much as his tongue met mine, yet it was so perfect. I didn't realize where my hands were until Harry grabbed my wrists, and pulled my fingers from the band of his boxers. I broke the kiss and hid my face, a tad embarrassed.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize...I just have a show to finish." He said as he threw on his clothes.

"Right....the show." I had completely forgotten.

"Can we please talk after?" I nod my head and he pulls me in for one more quick kiss before heading to the stage. "I love you, Jenna."




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Authors Note:

They kissed. AH SNAP. Does this mean what you think it means? Is #Jenry back on? We shall seee.