Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 35

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Jenna's POV
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"Waaake up!" I groaned as Harry shook my sides. "Come on, babe! We're in LA let's have fun. LETS PARTY." Another groan escaped my mouth.

"You're so annoying." I say trying to throw a pillow at him without looking. "Why don't you go get a tattoo or something." I say sarcastically.

"Can't. My artist is on vacation."

"Lucky him." I grow agitated as he removes the blanket off of me. The room gets much colder and I realize I still have no clothes on. I didn't really need them last night when things got...heated.

"Just get up." He pleaded. "Or not. I don't mind staring at your naked bum all day." He said smacking it. That's it. I've had it.

I grab my pillow and turn around, hitting him straight in the face. I stood up from the bed, pillow still in hand as Harry tried to grasp the situation. He looked at me with bewildered eyes.

"Did you just..." I nodded as a smirk appeared on his face, his eyebrows crossing in amusement. "You're gonna regret that." He growled.

He grabbed a pillow and lunged at me, hitting me a few times on my sides as I went straight for his head.

"Not fair! You're going for the face!"

"Not my fault you're a little bitch and won't get me back in the face." I mocked him and dodged another hit.

"You need to watch your mouth." He said cornering me.

"I don't think you can make me."

"I love proving you wrong." He said pulling my chin up and aggressively pushing his lips to mine. The only thing that separated us was the pillow I had been defending my life with. He pushed up against it, forcing my bare back onto the cold surface of the wall. I yelped onto his lips, trying to push off of it. He took it as an advance, his hands cupping my backside and pulling my thighs up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he led me back over to the bed. I was thankful for the pillow that separated us when he laid us down on the bed. It was the only thing shielding my naked body from his half-clothed body. His lips leave mine as he trails down my jawline, leaving wet spots all the way to my neck, ending at the tender spot beneath my ear. He sucked a little and I couldn't help the gasp that fell from my mouth. My hand found it's way to his hair, and I entangled my fingers into his nappy locks. As I lightly tugged, a moan rumbled from his throat. I lifted my head as his lips found their way back to mine, and he began to remove the pillow from in between us. The second there was no longer a cushion in between us, Harry told me it was time to stop without having to say a word. The bulge in his boxers was notice enough.

I pulled back, dropping my head back to the mattress, Harry and I both panting as we relaxed. "What a way to wake up, huh?" He said kissing my cheek. "I know I keep saying this, and I know it's my fault, but I really missed you."

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After Harry and I got ready, we went down the hall to check up on Lexi. I can't say I was surprised to see Niall answer the door. He was fully clothed, so I doubt he stayed the night with her, but he definitely went to see her the second he woke up.

The four of us are on our way to lunch right now, heading to a place called 'Pink Taco'. I've heard of it before, so I know it's popular. I just hope no fans find out. So far, our time in LA has been peaceful....but we just got here last night.

"So have you guys picked out a mansion yet?" Lexi asked Harry.

"A what?" I asked totally confused.

"We're renting out a mansion for the rest of the time were in California." Harry explained. "And to answer your question, yes. We go there after this."

Glad he cleared that up...

Just as we were finishing up our lunch, Harry got a call on his blackberry.

"Hello? Yeah? Um...sure? Yeah I'll be right over." I tilted my head curiously as he hung up the phone. "I have to go see management. Apparently they need to have a word with me."

"Yikes, man. Doesn't sound good." Niall said and Harry looked at me worried.

"That's ok, I'll just call Zayn and see what he's doing. You can meet up with us after." I kiss his cheek as we arrive to the hotel and say goodbye.

As Niall and I get out of the car, we force Lexi to walk in between us. There're a lot of fans outside, and she's not used to this attention. Thank goodness we're going to a mansion so she only has to do this a couple of times. I can't even remember how many times all of the boys had to huddle around me when Harry and I first started dating.

I make my way up to Zayn's room and knock on the door. Just as I'm about to give up, I hear shuffling on the other side.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks.

"Well Harry had to meet up with management, so I was wondering...are you busy? I'd rather not go chill alone until he's finished."

"I was just going to get some new ink done...would you like to join?"

"Yes! Oh my gosh can I get one?! Can we get matching ones?!" I was immediately excited.

"We'll see when we get there..." He laughed.

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"So you both want a ghost? Just a little cartoon ghost?" Zayn and I both nodded. I couldn't control my laughter.

I suggested that we both get matching ghost tattoos because we call each other boo, and Zayn was completely down for it. I was joking, but if he's on board I guess I am too. We're getting them in the same exact spot, on the inside of our left wrists. More towards the side like where the thumb bone meets the wrist. It was all my idea, and even though Zayn warned me it was a sensitive spot I didn't care.

I made Zayn get the tattoo first. As much as I trust him, if he had chickened out Id look like a fool. At least with him, if I bail, it's just another tattoo. But, I'm gonna do it. I want to.

The artist finishes up with Zayn almost immediately. It's soothing considering he did it so fast...but at the same time that means it's my turn. My stomach starts to clench as I sit in the chair, and no matter how much I try to steady my heartbeat, I'm a mess.

"You sure you wanna do this?" The artist asked.

"Yeah I'm just afraid it'll hurt. But I want this." I reassured him and he cleaned my wrist. Zayn held my hand in his, squeezing gently, and I couldn't help but smile at him.

The sound of the needle gun going off was the scariest part. As the man held down my wrist and leaned in, I held my breath. I was too scared to breathe. The needle took multiple stabs at my skin, but it didn't hurt. I immediately relaxed as it just felt like a little tickle going through my skin.

"There you go. All finished." It was done in a matter of minutes, and I couldn't help but rejoice.

"That's it? Holy crap! That didn't hurt at all!" I jumped up and down and compared my wrist to Zayns. "Boos for life now." I said.

We bumped ghosts as Zayn chuckled. "Boos for life."




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Authors Note:

Hate to be the bearer of bad news...but there are only a couple chapters left. D:


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