Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 32

"Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives." - C. S. Lewis

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Jenna's POV
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Last night after I finally stopped crying, I decided to stay with Zayn. I couldn't leave him alone in the state he was in. He was so distraught and broken....along with everything in this hotel room. Managements not gonna be too happy when they see all of the destroyed property.

I awoke the same way I fell asleep, in Zayns arms. Before we nodded off i made sure to clean his bloody knuckles as gently as possible, and also tried to clean up the place a bit. I had picked all of his clothes up off the floor and put them back in his suitcase, and I hid every knife I could find. I left all of the broken glass everywhere, knowing someone else would be paid to clean it up. I was glad I was in my own pajamas when I came to the room last night, or else I would've had to wear Zayns clothes, and as weird as it sounds, Harry hates when I wear any guys clothes but his own.

I stirred on top of Zayn, his arms still tightly wrapped around me. "Zayn..." I ran my thumb across his cheek trying to wake him up. "Wake up..I have to pee." He was always the hardest to wake up. I kissed his cheek, and his eyes began to flutter open. "Good morning." I said. His eyes were extremely red and puffy. You could tell he had been crying all night. I'm sure I look just as bad. If not worse.

"Morning." His deep morning voice cracked as he began to stretch, giving me the room I needed to escape to the bathroom.

I finished up quickly and made my way back to Zayn, his eyes already closed again. I laughed at how easy it was for him to fall asleep. Granted, I sleep just as much, if not more, but I take awhile to actually fall asleep. I lifted the blanket and slid back in next to him, my body curling up to him for warmth. As hot as it is in Vegas, this hotel is freezing. They must pay a fortune in air conditioning. I put my face into his chest and wrap my left arm around his waist. He must not have been as asleep as I thought considering his right arm wrapped around my shoulders and he entangled his legs with mine.

As exhausted as I felt, and as sore as my face was from crying, I was content. Laying here with Zayn was perfect. Not in any way more than I would with my brother, just comfortable and...needed.

"EXCUSE THE HELL OUT OF ME!" I heard a voice yell from outside of the covers. To be honest it was something Harry would say if he saw me curled up with Zayn, but it wasn't him....it was a girl. I try my best to shimmy out of the covers and see who had come in uninvited. I'm shocked to see a familiar blonde girl, looking more peeved than ever.

Perrie.

I nudge Zayn, trying to get him off of me, but he stays inert. "GET THE HELL OFF OF HIM." She snarls.

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Zayn's POV
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"I don't know how your vision is, but he's kind of on me." Jenna snapped back at Perrie. I don't know why she's here, but I really don't need this right now.

"You have no right to be here." Perrie said through her teeth.

I was going to speak up, but Jenna was perfectly capable of handling herself. "I have more right to be here than anyone in the world right now, thank you very much. You on the other hand, shouldn't be in this room. I don't know how you got in, but you need to walk your happy ass back out that door." Jenna said and rolled back into my arms. She was feisty wasn't she. Never really saw this side of her before.

"YOU FRIGID BITCH!" Before I know it, Jenna's being yanked out of my arms. I look up just in time to see Perrie's hand tangled into Jenna's long brown locks as she dragged her to the floor. Not the best idea.