Red [h. styles]

Eighteen

18

Three months after their trip to London, the storm hit.

Harry had been off on tour for a little over a month, and he was enjoying every second of it. The two facetimed every other night, telling each other about their days.

But when they facetimed that night, Harry knew immediately that something was off. Jena had been crying, her eyes red and swollen.

"Hey, Red, what's wrong?" Harry asked gently.

"There was an article," Jena started, "in which you and Kendall Jenner were holding hands. Do you want to explain that?"

"Kendall had just told me about her breakup with her boyfriend," Harry said patiently, "I gave her my hand to comfort her."

Jena breathed a sigh of relief. "I was hoping it was something like that. I'm sorry."

"Why were you scared?" Harry asked. "You know I love you."

"I know," Jena said, flustered, "but I saw a picture of the two of you, and I freaked out. You've been gone so long, and if I'm getting lonely, then you must be too. We both need the touch of human companionship, and when I saw you with her..."

"You thought I was cheating on you?" Harry asked, sounding quite offended.

"I'm not sure what I thought." Jena admitted. "It's just that you're surrounded by gorgeous women all the time."

"And you're not?" Harry argued.

"Work takes up most of my time," Jena defended, "and the only person even slightly close to my age is the secretary, and she's straight."

"You've gone to clubs before," Harry shot back, "we met at one for God's sake."

"I go to clubs to fuck people," Jena explained testily, "and I'm in a relationship with you now. I've been fine using my hands."

"And you think I wouldn't be?" Harry asked exasperatedly.

"I just miss you," Jena choked out, "and I was just scared that because I'm not as pretty as some other girls you've met, you'd grow tired of me."

"Don't you trust me?" Harry asked softly, his voice showing more vulnerability than Jena previously thought possible.

"Please don't ask me that," Jena begged, "you know I have trust issues."

"I know. I just assumed that since we've been dating for almost five months now, you would at least have a basic trust for me." Harry said sadly.

"I want to, believe me when I say that. And I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else. But I don't even trust myself, how am I supposed to put my trust in another person?" Jena questioned.

"You don't have to fully trust me," Harry pleaded, "you just have to know that I would never cheat on you. It's not even a matter of trust—you should know me well enough by now to know that I'm not that type of guy."

"You're right, you're right," Jena ran a hand through her hair, "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking and jumped to conclusions. It's the bit of my mom my Nana couldn't get out of me. My emotions can take over and I end up saying things I don't mean. I really am sorry, Boyband."

"Don't do it again?" Harry asked, undertones of warning coming through.

"Never." Jena assured him. "From now on I will not believe everything I read and instead will believe in you and in the character traits you have shown me."

"Good," Harry smiled, "now let me tell you about Kendall and her boyfriend. It's a wild ride, I assure you."