Chapter 30

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"Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream." - Khalil Gibran

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Jenna's POV
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"I can't tell you how much I missed that." Harry said as he rolled off of me.

"Well it was your fault that ever stopped." I said hitting his chest playfully.

"Never making that mistake again." He cooed into my neck as he pulled me closer. The sun was beginning to shine through the curtains and I couldn't help but groan.

"Harry it's morning and we still haven't slept."

"You can sleep now, baby. I'll wake you up later."

"What are we doing today?" I asked trying to pull back and look at him.

"Well it's my day off. We can do whatever you want."

"Can we go see Cirque de Soleil? My mom talks about it all the time and it sounds pretty cool."

"Sounds good, love." He kissed my forehead and began to leave the bed. I chuckled as his bare bottom left the blankets.

"Are you not going to sleep?" I asked, trying my hardest not to yawn. Fail.

"No I'm not that tired. I figured I'd check out the pool while you slept."

"At 9AM?" I said checking the clock.

"It's always hot in Vegas, babe." He pulled out some short jean shorts, a red sweater, and grabbed his fedora. A sweater...after he just said it was hot. I don't get this boy.

"I guess I'll just sleep alone then..." I pouted as I curled into the comforter.

"I can stay until you sleep, Jenna." I heard him laugh as his body weight made an indent next to me. His arms wrapped around me as I stayed under the blanket. His hand snuck inside and slid down my back as he drew circles with his fingers. As if that wasn't soothing enough, he began to hum. This was my favorite thing about Harry. He always knew how to calm me down, and put me to sleep. No one else has ever done this for me...and they probably never will.

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"You're an idiot."

"Excuse me?" I said as an unfamiliar face stood at my side.

"You forgave him. Are you that gullible? He doesn't love you, Jenna. Just look at him." I turned to where she was pointing and saw Harry sitting in a chair. He had the biggest smile on his face...but not the smile I love. He looked dark. His head was tilted down a bit as he watched the curtain in front of him. All of a sudden a half-naked girl had walked in, and went straight for Harry.

The girl straddled his lap and my stomach clenched. Why wasn't he stopping her!

"What the hell is this?! What's going on?!" I screamed to the girl next to me.

"He's at a strip club. Paid extra just to get a girl to himself." The girl next to me snarled.

"No Harry wouldn't do that. He doesn't objectify women like that..." I wanted to deny it, but I was seeing it with my own eyes. His hands slid up and down her sides as she shook her...puppies in his face. I got sick to my stomach. It was already so much to bear, but when she reached behind to undo her bra...I lost it.

"STOP! HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"Hey..." I was carefully being rocked from outside my cocoon. "JENNA! Jenna wake up!" I opened my eyes to see a worried Harry pulling the blanket from my view. It was all a dream...

"H-Harry?" I stuttered. It was just a dream. A nightmare. "Go away!" I turned and cried into the pillow.

"You were screaming things...what happened?"

"What was I saying?" I asked, barely looking up from my pillow.

"Well...at first you kept saying 'no' over and over again....and then you said 'no he wouldn't' and then you screamed my name and it scared the hell out of me. You sounded in pain, Jenna.... What did I do? What were you dreaming about?"

"It's nothing. I'm....I'm just glad it's over." Harry didn't push the issue any further. He just pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth.

I looked behind his shoulder at the clock. It was already 4o'clock. I only got seven hours of sleep. I'm exhausted.

"I came to wake you up so you had time to get ready....I understand if you don't want to go anymore. You seem a little distraught."

"No I'm fine. Really." I said shuffling away from him and standing up. "Where are we going?"

"Cirque de Soleil...that's where you said right?"

"Yeah...yeah. Ok." I really am out of it. I need a shower.

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I came out of the bathroom to see Harry in dark jeans, a black shirt, and a red flannel tee. Does he not realize it's still hot outside? I on the other hand am wearing a bright blue dress, paired with my favorite white oxfords and one of Harry's fedoras. I let my long, dark hair hang naturally, and I did my makeup as little as possible.

"You look beautiful." Harry said, making me blush. "And is that my hat..." I gave Harry the cheesiest smile I could manage. He's not typically the type to share. "Looks great on you, babe."

"Thanks. What the hell are you wearing." I said tugging at his long sleeve.

"I like this shirt."

"And your jeans? Harry it's hot outside."

"I know but you have to admit...I look damn good." I laughed as he smoothed out his shirt and smirked.

"You really should toss those old things..." I said gesturing to his boots. I know he's been dreading it for so long, but they look terrible. The poor things are full of holes after everything they've been through.

"I know, but I haven't bought any new shoes, and these are the only ones I brought. Plus it's hard to say goodbye to something you love so dearly." Didn't seem like that a month ago now did it. I kept that thought to myself.

"Alright well we should probably get going."

"Ok, hold on." He reached into his suitcase and pulled out a turd-green colored cloth, wrapping it around his head. I don't understand his need for bandanas lately, but I think I've judged his outfit enough already. "Don't look at me like that. I need a haircut, ok?"

"Hey...no judgement here." I backed off and grabbed my purse. "But first thing tomorrow, you're getting a haircut and new shoes."

"Deal."

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Authors Note:

Sorry I didn't describe the sex but uh...I ain't about that smut life.
I'm gonna try my best to update tomorrow, but I have an open house at the Sacramento Art Institute so...wish me luck!

PS: I posted Jenna's outfit on Instagram. (Harrysolovely)

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