Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 31

(A/N: to get the full effect you may wanna play some sad music after Harry and Jenna leave Cirque de Soleil. I was listening to Fix You by Coldplay.)

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Jenna's POV
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Harry and I arrived outside of a Chinese restaurant at about six. Apparently he forgot to tell me we were going to dinner before the show. There weren't many people outside, and we were taken straight to a table when we walked in. I ordered just a simple plate of rice and chicken where as Harry went out of range with a sushi roll. I can't stand fish, let alone raw fish, so I don't know how he could eat that stuff.

"Typical Jenna going the boring route." He teased as our waitress took our orders to the back.

"Typical Harry always liking the taste of fish in his mouth." His eyes widened at my accidental joke...I didn't mean it in a dirty sense.

"Brava...brava." He said clapping his hands.

"I didn't mean it like that, perv." He shook his head and smiled at his lap, a low chuckle vibrating from his chest. "So where's Gemma? You should've invited her." I changed the subject.

"I just wanted some alone time with my girlfriend that I haven't seen in a month. Is that so bad?"

"Well it's kinda your fault you didn't see me. But, no. That's not bad." I smiled. I shouldn't keep reminding him of his mistake...but it's only been a day. I'll let him suffer a little longer.

"If you'd like, I can have Cal bring her tonight. He's coming to Cirque de Soleil." Harry said taking my hand and I nodded. "I'll send him a text then."

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When Harry and I left the restaurant, there were definitely more people outside. Screaming girls to be exact. Harry tried to get me straight to the car, but I made sure he stopped and spoke to the fans. They went through the trouble of finding him, ya know?

Right now, we're pulling up to the show. The moment I get out of the car I can spot Gemma leaned against a pillar with Cal at her side. "Jenna!"

"Gems!" We ran to each other and I engulfed her in a hug. I've only met her once, and it was when I went to England at the beginning of the tour. She was the sweetest. She reminded me of Harry at times, the way she was coy, and surprisingly smart. I absolutely grew to adore her.

"How've you been?!" She asked and took a step back to look at me. "That dress is devine! And those shoes! Wherever did you get them?!"

"Oh these old things? Harry got them from some shop in London. No clue which one."

"Well they're darling. How is my stupid brother treating you? I heard about the whole...ordeal."

"So far....things are good. But it's only been a day." We laughed and Harry came up from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"What's so funny?" He asked and then kissed my cheek.

"Your face." I joked and he pretended to look hurt.

"Hey, sis." He said and hugged Gemma. "Cal." He acknowledged his friend and we made our way into the show.

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"That was incredible. Did you see that one girl who put her foot in her face?! If I could do that I don't think I'd ever stop." Harry was raving on and on about the show as we head behind the curtains. I don't think I've seen him this excited since the first show of the tour.