The Recording Studio (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Real First Date

(Jenna's Point Of View)

"I have tried to kill myself before." I told Harry, a beam of sweat at the top of my head. I was so worried he was going to take it the wrong way. Or overreact. I don't even know how he will react. I looked up at him, his face was pale. White as a ghost. He looked like he was choking on something. That scared me. He just stood there, frozen. I gulped and caressed his face. He moved away. I knew he was going to think I'm crazy. I ruined our first date and our relationship just because I wanted to tell him the truth. I thought telling him the truth was the right thing to do, I guess not.

"Harry? Are you mad?" He looked at me and opened his mouth, then shut it. "Harry please tell me what your thinking."

"Jenna, please tell me your kidding." I looked up at him, glaring at him. Why would he think this was a joke? I would never joke around about something like this. No one should.

"Why would I be kidding?"

"I don't know, I just don't want to believe it." I sighed.

"I know. I wish I was kidding tho."

"Let's finish this conversation inside. When were in private." He grabbed my hand and started to walk me inside. Did he say in private? How is a restaurant in private? We walked inside and a blonde lady came up to us with menus in her hands.

"May I help you?"

Harry spoke. "Yes. I have reservations for Harry Styles." She looked down at her list and nodded.

"Right this way, please." She started walking us all the way to the back of the restaurant where there was a big, dark staircase. She started to go up them and we followed. I was a little creeped out so I was holding Harry's hand. Tightly. We got to the top and she opened up a door to an empty room. It had red carpet, flowered walls, twinkly lights all over the room, and one small table in the middle. It had a tall candle in the middle of it surrounded by rose petals. My favorite flower.

"Oh my god Harry." I said once we sat down. He grinned at me and his cheeks were turning a slight color of pink. How cute. "You did all of this for me?" I asked as the waitress set our menus down.

"Yes." He laughed.

"I'll leave you two alone and I'll be back in a little bit to take your orders for drinks." The waitress said. She turned around walked down the dark stairs back to the main restaurant.

"So what are you going to get for a dri-"

I interrupted him. "Harry. Can we finish our conversation? I feel like you hate me." He gulped and nodded.

"I don't hate you, it was in the past. Right?" I laughed a little because his eyebrow went up when he said that.

"Right."

"Okay so why did you try to do that?"

"You need the back story to get it so do you mind if I try to tell you?" I asked. He looked confused.

"What do you mean try?"

"I mean its hard for me to talk about so I am going to try to hold back the tears." I informed him. He nodded slightly, letting me know I can start the story.

"Okay so it was the about a week after Adam and I broke up. I was a wreck and cried myself to sleep every single night. I never did anything besides stay in bed. One day when I finally was stable enough to get up, I checked my Facebook. When I went on it said Adam was in a relationship. With the girl he cheated on me with." I began. He nodded for me to continue.

"I got really angry when I read that, I started throwing things, ripping up pictures, burning anything that reminded me of happiness. When I let out all of my steam, I went downstairs to get a trash bag from the kitchen to clean up the mess. When I got there I saw a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter. I remembered that my old stupid friends who I don't talk to anymore, told me that drinking always washes away the pain. And vodka is one of the strongest type of liquor so it must wash away strong pain. So I went to the counter and grabbed the bottle-"