The Recording Studio (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Niall's Birthday

(Harry's Point Of View)

"If I bother you so much, then why are you dating me?" Jenna asked me. Did she really just ask that? Just because one thing bothered me, doesn't mean I don't want to date her. I don't get why she has been acting like this. It is making me worried.

"Did you really just ask that?" She nodded, her eyes glassy. Oh please don't cry. I hate seeing her cry. It breaks my heart.

"Jenna, I am dating you because you are the most beautiful girl I have ever lied my eyes on, you have the best personality, you know how to cheer someone up, you don't care what people think, you get along with everyone, you care way too much about other people, you put other people before yourself, and most of all I love you." I told her and then the tears poured out of her eyes. Did I just offend her or something? I walked over to her and wrapped her into a bone crushing hug.

"Jenna, why are you crying?"

"Because I don't deserve you." I broke apart from her and placed my hands on her shoulders, looking into her beautiful eyes.

"Why would you ever say that?"

"Because its true! You are way too perfect for me! You treat me so good and I just lied to you! That was the most nicest thing someone has ever told me and I love you too." She lied? Why? Her other words stung me. How could she think she doesn't deserve me?

"Jenna don't think that. I don't deserve you. Wait. What did you lie about?" I crossed my arms. She smiled and batted her eyes.

"Oh nothing."

"Jenna."

"Fine! I lied to you in the van! Everyone was being snappy because of me!" Why would people be snappy because of her?

"Why would people be snappy because of you?"

"Because they hate me."

"How could anyone hate someone as perfect as you?" I hugged her again. The red formed on her cheeks and she was trying to hide it.

"They just do, okay?" She sat on the couch and took out her phone. I sat down next to her and looked over her shoulder as she scrolled through her mentions on twitter. I saw a tear go down her cheek when she read a tweet from someone named @Harryismaboy.

@Harryismaboy:

Go die, before I kill you!

My eyes widened at the site of that tweet. Is this why she has been acting weird? She has been getting hate? Why didn't she tell me?

(Jenna's Point Of View)

I took out my phone and sat down on the couch as Harry followed. I scrolled through my mentions on Twitter and saw yet again, another threat. A tear slipped down my face while I tried to ignore it. It was hard.

"Jenna!? Why didn't you tell me you are getting hate!?" Harry busted out. How did he know? He must have saw it when I was looking at it.

"I didn't want you to worry!" He wrapped his arm around me, tightly.

"Well, I would rather you tell me and I be worried than you not tell me, and I not know anything about it." I nodded my head as another tear slipped from eye.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He started to rub my shoulder with the hand that's wrapped around it.

"Just tell me next time okay? I want to know this stuff." He kissed my forehead. I nodded as another voice joined us in the back room.