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Eleven

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AN: Yes, the picture is my edit. Enjoy the next chapter, my lovelies.

"Alright." Harry said, coming into the bedroom and lying down next to Jena. "Amy's sorting it all out. All we need to give her is a picture of the two of us together."

"That's no problem," Jena said, "we'll set a phone timer and take a cute picture."

Harry nodded his consent, resting the phone on a pillow. Jena went to get up but Harry stopped her with a look, and Jena laid obediently on the bed.

"Okay, go," Harry said, quickly coming around her and kissing her upside down. They held it for a few moments, only pulling apart when they felt the flash on their faces.

"Let's see," Jena said, grabbing Harry's phone.

"This picture is adorable," Harry grinned.

"You can't really see my freckles," Jena remarked, "but that fact doesn't particularly bother me, so I see no reason why we shouldn't send it."

"Neither do I," Harry smiled, sending the picture to Amy.

"Now that that's done," Jena said, "I have something to tell you. I told all my friends we were dating, I thought they should know, but you haven't told your friends. Since this relationship is so sudden, you obviously didn't get a chance to ease them into it, but it's better to hear it from you than from the paparazzi."

"True," Harry smiled, "want to facetime Louis with me? He's going to need a full conversation; the rest of the boys can handle a text message."

"Sure," Jena agreed, hoping she hadn't made a huge mistake.

"Louis?" Harry asked, setting up the camera so both could be seen on screen.

"Hazza!" Came the bright and happy answer. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jena Townes, nice to meet you," Jena said tentatively, a bit overwhelmed by the energy Louis exerted.

"Oh!" Louis' eyes widened, and he pressed himself closer to the screen. "This is Townes! The girl you wrote the song about, Haz!"

"Yep," Harry replied with a tight smile, "this is the one."

"I hope I'm up to your standards," Jena said nervously. She usually didn't care about what people thought of her, but today she was aiming to impress. She needed Harry's friends to like her if only for the press. They were all going to be in the public eye, and they'd have to pretend to like each other to save face, and it was going to be so much easier if they didn't have to act.

"Course you are, love!" Louis stated. "Don't know why you'd think otherwise. If you make Harry happy, good on you."

"Thanks, Lou," Harry said with a smile, placing his head on Jena's shoulder.

"Wait, you are dating, right?" Louis asked, and Jena giggled.

"Yes, your assumption was correct." She answered him.

"Ooh, Hazza, you landed a smart one!" Louis sounded like a small kid in a candy store.

"She is a lawyer," Harry pointed out, "speaking of that, when do you start work?"

"Monday," Jena said, "so three days from now. I wanted a bit of time to settle in. Unfortunately, I haven't actually broken in my apartment yet, I've been a bit too busy here with you."

"Rawr," Louis sassed, "Harry's getting busy!"

"Actually, I do most of the work," Jena countered.

"Oh, we are going to get along just fine." Louis said happily.

"You think you could help me sway the other boys to be on my side?" Harry asked during a break in the conversation.

"As opposed to...?" Louis questioned.

"I want them to support this relationship," Harry clarified.

"Of course they'll support you," Louis comforted him, "Jena seems lovely."

Jena adopted the nickname Harry had given Louis once in a story, saying, "thanks Tommo."

"Only for you, Jay!" Louis shot back.

"My best friend and my girlfriend are... flirting?" Harry asked.

"Well, you're shit at flirting, so I have to get my fill elsewhere. And Louis happens to be a master." Jena teased, Harry gasping dramatically.

"Good thing he's pretty, right?" Louis asked her, and Jena furiously nodded her agreement.

"Oh, yes. Gorgeous body, gorgeous face, but not all there upstairs if you know what I mean."

"I'm still here, you know!" Harry protested.

"Really?" Louis joked, "I hadn't noticed."

"Yes, what are you still doing here?" Jena needled. "Louis and I would like some alone time, if you catch my drift."

"We haven't even been together 24 hours and you're already hitting on my friends," Harry said, shaking his head.

"You know me," Jena said lightly, "never could resist a Brit."

Harry laughed, falling into her. Jena kissed his hair line, smoothing down a bump in his hair.

"In all seriousness," Louis said, "I'm happy for you guys. I have to go now, but I wish you the best luck."

"Bye Louis," Jena said, smiling, "good to meet you!"

"You too, Jay. You too."

With that, Louis hung up, plunging the new couple into silence.