Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 37

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Jenna's POV
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"If this is a joke, it's not funny."

"I would never joke about this, Jenna...." Harry tried to take a seat next to me on the bed, but I stood up and began pacing.

"Please, do fucking explain." My anger was getting the best of me.

"Well...the whole Perrie thing rubbed them the wrong way. They said it was bad publicity for a 1D girlfriend to break the nose of a 1D ex. And, they said you've brought too much publicity out. They said the month we were apart was the calmest month in the whole year we dated..."

"That's what they said huh? What did YOU say, Harry?! You just let them talk badly about me?! You just let them push you around like this?!" I was pulling at my hair. I can't even process what he's saying.

"Of course not, Jenna! Why do you think I was there for so long! I fought them for hours, but they won't budge!" I couldn't execute my anger anymore. I wanted to hit something, a wall, a door. Anything. But I couldn't. I didn't want Harry to see me that way. Instead, I fell to the floor. Not dramatically...just slowly took a seat with my legs folded to the side.

"So...this is it then." I whispered.

"I don't want it to be." I looked up to see Harry was crying.

"Bullshit, Harry. You could fight them. If you really, REALLY cared about me, you'd tell them no."

"I'm under a contract, Jenna."

"Fuck the contract, Harry. How unhappy were you when I was gone?" I asked coming back to my feet.

"Extremely...I was barely able to do shows."

"Then TELL THEM THAT."

"I did, Jenna! Don't you see they don't care! They know I'll just continue on, no matter how much it hurts."

"What happens if you disobey the contract?"

"They can sue me."

"Oh my gosh, Harry. You're a damn idiot. Grab your keys. Lets go."

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"They're not going to listen to you, Jenna. It's only 8AM half of them are still asleep." Harry said as we got out of the car. I tried to get him to drive me here last night, but considering it was one in the morning we ended up just getting ice cream while I cried my eyes out. I got no sleep, and now my sadness has been replaced with rage.

"Oh, they'll listen. And it's easier to fuck with someone's head when they're tired. You just leave this up to me."

"You're scaring me..."

"Don't be scared, I'm on your side. Just follow along. I need you to get angry, and back me up on EVERYTHING I say. I'm about to sound scary as hell, but you have to trust me." He only nodded as we pushed trough the doors. We walked past a receptionist as Harry led me to an elevator, the elevator taking is all the way up to the 12th floor.

"I need to see Steven." Harry said to a lady at a desk.

"He's in a meeting."

"Even better." Harry growled and pulled me past the desk and many cubicles. We ended up at a large double-door, and Harry looked at me. "Now what?"

"Storm in." I said as if it were obvious.

"He began to- well hello, Harry. Speak of the devil." A large man said and looked at mine and Harry's hands, still entangled. "I see you haven't told Ms. Wilson the news."