Crystalised

Harry's POV

"I'm so sorry" I said. I didn't know what else to say. No one should experience a lost of a parent.

"I am too. But at least he is at peace now. And I am stuck here…" She said. I didn't feel offended. I knew she was talking about her family. I really wanted to ask her about it, but I didn't want to make her upset.

"After he died" she continued after a few silent minutes "Well, the thing is, my mom was never a good mother. She didn't care for my dad the way I did"

"I'm sure that's not true" I said. I mean, is it? Her husband was sick…

"Oh, trust me. While he was in the hospital, she was out having fun with Rob." She said. Rob. Her step-father. How could she be so careless? I got a little frustrated, I can't imagine how she feels.

"She was all 'Hey Jen can you go to the hospital after school, I have to meet up with Rob. Something about work'. At first I thought it was about work. But then he came for dinners, lunches and even breakfasts. I was 12, I wasn't stupid." I just sat there, quiet. She was a different person when she talked about her feelings. She wasn't the happy careless 16yearold girl who almost killed me while she drove. She was this 16yearold who has so much on her plate, and I haven't even heard the half of it. She continued.

"So before I knew it, It was just me and my mom…and Rob. He had business in my city, so he came very often. At first it was a fling, but it became more than that over the past two years. And six months ago, they got married and we moved in New York." She started getting really upset, her voice changed, like it was the first time we met, the morning. When she was holding back the tears. It was the same voice.

"And you know" she started crying "Rob doesn't even care about me. And my mom doesn't ether. She wishes Leena was her real daughter !"

"Don't say that. It's not true. If she didn't care, she wouldn't get worried when you disappear, or when you sneak out, or-" she cut me off. I didn't know what to say…

"Oh come on, she just want's Rob to look good. It's not like she really is worried. And I don't need her attention , you know? I just… I just sometimes wish I was with my dad." she said. It broke my heart when she said that. She wasn't holding the tears back. They were just sliding on her face like little crystals. I just held her tighter. I felt so close to her. The silence was interrupted by the sound of her phone. It was her mother. Her feelings changed from, sad to angry. She was about to throw her phone over the fence, but I took it from her hand and put it on mute.

"If you don't want to get back, you can stay over at my place?" she nodded. I wanted to cheer her up somehow, so I decided to bring my perverse mind to the surface "It won't be your first time, if you know what i mean." I was smirking. She started to laugh and hugged me. She berried her head in my neck. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. I hugged her tighter and picked up the blanket. I took her hand and we got down from the roof, and into my car and I didn't let go of her hand. She gripped it tight, like it was missing from her's, and didn't say a word.

As I was driving she fell asleep in the car. I took her phone and texted her mom.

"I'm staying at Lexi's. Don't wait up" she replayed "Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Fine. Be at the hotel by 12pm tomorrow" I put her phone back in her purse.

Shortly after that, we arrived at my place.

"Jenna..Jen…wakey wakey" I tried to wake her. She looked so peacefully when sleeping.

"Where are we?" she said, half asleep.

"You will sleep over. I texted your mom saying you're at Lexi's." I got out of the car, and opened her door. She was walking like she is sleepwalking. When we got in she went straight to the kitchen.

"It's not where my bedroom is…" I said while locking the front door and then I walked towards her.

"I want tea. Tea, tea, tea" She said. I didn't know if she was really sleeping, or just wanted a cup of tea.

"Are you sleeping…Hold on, you'll burn yourself" She almost did. She sat on the counter, her eyes were opened.

I went upstairs to bring her pajamas, and she put them on in the living room while I was making the tea. After she changed into my pajamas she came in the kitchen and set on the counter while waiting for her tea. She looked so perfect. Her hair was in a messy bun, she had no make up and her skin was so clear, except from the little dots on her cheeks that people call freckles. She was very thin, so my pajamas were really big to her. The tea was done so I gave her her cup. She just sat there looking into her tea, thinking.

"Listen…" She said. I looked at her, and she was still looking down on her cup. And right before she spoke again, she looked up, into my eyes. You could see her feelings in there…they were different. "The talk we had on the roof…nobody knows this stuff, so if you could not mention it to anyone…" she said and then looked down again. She was still feeling everything. I came closer to her, I put my cup on the counter next to her, and put my hands on her neck, rising her head, and looking into her eyes.

"It's just you and me, Jen. I would never hurt you on purpose" as i said that, i rested my forehead on hers. I could feel her breath. I wanted to kiss her. So badly. I wanted to feel her rose lips on mine. I've never craved for a kiss this much. I leaned in…and the moment was ruined. Someone rang the doorbell. She got startled and instinctively moved away. I let go of the sides of her neck, and got to the door. It was Louis.

"Hey mate" he came in. "What?" he realized that I had a strange look. It was a look that said 'BAD TIMING, LOU, BAD TIMING!'. But, Lou being Lou, didn't get it so he walked in the kitchen.

Jenna was standing drinking her tea.

"Oh, hello love" greeted her Lou.

"Hey" she said. She acted as if nothing's wrong. She made me doubt the talk on the roof, like it didn't happen. But I was there. I know it happened. She was good at hiding her feelings…

"Sorry to drop by unannounced" he said while he was walking to the door "Had a little fight wit El, wanted a little male company, but…" he looked at Jenna, then looked at me again "Niall's Irish, he'll want to drink" he said, and with that he left my house. I smiled at the last sentence. And then turned to Jenna.

"Sorry about that" I apologized

"Don't worry about it." She said. She was normal. She was the same girl that can eat any time of the day.

She walked in my living room, and laid on the couch. I sat on the same couch and put her legs in my lap. We watched a boring program, so i started to talk.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe an actress, or a painter, or a photographer. I don't know." she answered ambitious "But definitely something connected to art." She smiled widely.

"Well, I don't know about the photographing and painting, but you definitely are a good actress" I said to her. I was referring to the way she buried her feelings when Lou came in, and acted as if nothing was wrong. She started to laugh, she understood what I was talking about. She just laid there laughing like a little kid. She was precious.

Jenna's POV

I laughed at his compliment. I knew he was referring to the way I acted when Lou came around. I guess I've become so good at hiding my feelings, it's not any big effort to do it. I was getting sleepy but I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to be with Harry right now. He made me open up, I felt exposed. Like I was inside-out for him. It was a weird feeling. A good-weird, but still…very weird. I felt like I could really tell him anything.

"I still want to know what happened yesterday?" He said, while he was smiling. I had no problem in telling him what happened. After I told him about my dad, there's nothing i can't tell him.

"Well, we were at the Robertsons house. It was okay, until dinner came. They asked us about school. And of course Leena has her perfect american high school life - cheerleader, loved by everyone. So she had the power to make everyone think I'm a freak. The only one who can admit about hating Leena, is Lexi. And that's how we became friends. So, I started talking about the classical subjects like Science, Math, English and how I was doing, and Leena was interrupting every sentence of mine, saying she is better at Debates and that she is the captain of the debate team. She said she was going to be a doctor, she wanted to study medicine, which by the way is so NOT true. She is shallower than a kiddy-pool." I paused to take a breath, he was listening very carefully at me "So, I started to get furious, and I was suppose to say that I wanted to become a scientist or a lawyer so I looked sophisticated for Rob's sake, but I started to tell them about Drama class, and Art and all of those. My mom started to deny that. She denied MY interests! She started to overrate Leena and her 'ambitions', whereas she said she was SORRY for my behavior. Rob and my mom gave me this strict look that said 'behave', but I was behaving. I was behaving like myself." i paused to gather my thoughts. I still get frustrated when I think about it. "So I don't explode right there, i found a bottle of Vodka and poured in my drink. Nobody noticed me, before my fifth glass. And then, I started to talk. So my mom, being the parent of the year that she is, took me outside and started to yell at me. She saw the vodka bottle in my hand, tried to take it, but I wouldn't let go. So she just started saying all these things how…" I stopped. The words she said came into my mind. They were part of the story, and I couldn't just skip them.

Harry was just looking at me with raised eyebrows. I put my legs down, off of his lap, and sat straight, right next to him. He put his hand over my shoulder and cuddled me. He pulled me in, so my head rested on his chest, as he was half-lying, half-sitting. That gave me the weird strength to continue

"She said that my life was going nowhere. That I will become nothing in few years. That I AM nothing. That I will sink into the ground, and I won't make it out of there alive…" I stopped. I looked up. Harrys eyes were closed. No, he wasn't sleeping. He was feeling my pain. A little tear came down from his eye. "…That I'll just end up like my dad, in the ground…" I said. I started to cry too. He just hugged me tighter. I buried my head in his chest. For few minutes, we said nothing. After that he asked

"What happened next?" trying to make his voice calm, but I could hear it. It wasn't calm. It was filled with pain and anger.That was mine pain and anger. Why was he feeling it? I didn't want him to feel that, ever. It's the worst feeling imaginable. But the worst part passed, so I continued

"After that, i just ran out of there and into the street. I drank the vodka, and that's when you found me." And as I said the last words, I smiled. He found me. What are the odds? I felt so close to him, in just one day. Who knows what situation I would be without him. Physically and emotionally. He helped me, a lot. Maybe he knows this, or maybe not. I don't know. I just know, he's my diary now. He's my escape.

I could feel his heart beating fast. He laid a kiss in my hair. I closed my eyes and wished it was somewhere else.

I got up, and he got up too.

"I'm really tired." I said as I was looking into his green eyes. He didn't say a word, he just took my hand, turned off the lights in the living room, and took me upstairs. He put on long lower pajamas, and took off his shirt. I laid in the bed, and he lied next to me. He put his arms around me and I rested my head in his chest. I felt his skin on mine. It was the most amazing feeling. I could hear his heart beating fast. I closed my eyes and smiled. He felt my smile, and sighed. I was peaceful, after so many years.

*****

The morning I woke up, he wasn't next to me. I heard water running in the shower, so I guess he is showering. I looked at the selling, and got lost in my thoughts. It was 8am. It's weird, I never get up this early. And last night we staid until 2am. I need 13 hours of sleep to rest properly. But I felt like I have been sleeping for 2 days. I sat up straight and checked my phone for messages, when harry walked in, he was wearing only a towel. I felt uncomfortable.

"Morning" He said, as he smiled at me.

"Hey" I said. I tried not to look at his body, but damn that boy was fit.

"Let me get dressed, and we'll go out." he said, and he took some clothes out of his closet and went back into the bathroom. I got up as well and put on the clothes from yesterday.

He got out of the bathroom.

"Aren't we looking dashing today?" I said, while laughing. He was dressed really fancy.

"Too much?" he asked.

"Depends on where are you going." I said

"Where are WE going. You and me."

"I can't I have to get to my hotel-" he cut me off

"At 12. It's 8. We have 5 hours. Come on." He said and pulled my hand. We got out of the house, and into his car. He bought coffees and we talked at Starbucks and before we knew it, it was 9.

"Four more hours" He said. He was counting? "Get in" He said while he was holding the door opened from his car. We drove back to his place. We walked to the backyard. There was a big pool, a little bar and in one corner there was a big white canvas.

"What's this?" I asked surprised and confused. There were buckets on the floor.

"Here, put this on" He gave me a plain white t-shirt. He put one on too. He took one bucket and opened it. There was red paint in it. He put his hand in it, and sprayed with his hand all over the canvas. "Come on, you said you liked to paint" He said. He was really happy.

I took a different bucket and put my hand in it. It was yellow, and sprayed with my hand over the canvas. There were other colors - blue, green, pink, black, orange, violet, brown, gray. We kind of just splashed all the colors on the canvas, pretending we were artists. I felt like a little kid, finger painting. He looked like a little kid. He was covered in canvas, like a rainbow. My hair was all colorful, his curls were too.

At one point, he picked me up, and used me as a brush and painted with my hair. I just screamed but it was very thrilling.

3 hours later, we got tired, so we just sat on the ground.

"Oh god, how am I suppose to wash the paint off of me in one hour?" i asked while laughing.

"Don't look at me, I didn't plan this far ahead." He was joking. He got up and lend me a hand to get up. He escorted me to the bathroom where I tried to shower. He showered upstairs, in the other bathroom. It took me just half an hour to he the paint permanently out of my hair. And 10 more minutes for the rest of my body. And, I just realized. I have no clean clothes! I was in a bathrobe as I got out. Harry was already clean, and in the kitchen, making food.

"How did it go?" He asked joking.

"I have no clean clothes." I said. I was pretty sad.

"Oh, right…" he got a little uncomfortable. "Well…call Lexi. She would bring you clothes right?"

"BRILLIANT!" I shouted. I got my phone and called Lexi to bring me something…well, actually everything. While I waited Harry gave me some of his boxers, and a shirt that was like a dress on me.

Lexi came 15 minutes later. She rang the doorbell while we were eating spaghetti.

"It's opened" shouted Harry, so she could hear him.

She got in. "Hey I brought you some-" she stopped when she saw me. Who wouldn't get the wrong idea? I'm in his clothes. "What's wrong with your clothes Jen? Too big? To… male?" She started to tease. Harry was laughing because he really liked Lexi, i could tell. I just blushed a little. "Kidding" she said after she saw me blush "I brought you the flower dress you left at my house back in NY. I brought you underwear, I hope they fit you" Lexi was obsessed with her weigh, she was just a kilogram heavier than me,but that bothered her a lot.

"Lexi !" I said scolding her.

She just laughed and gave me the bag. I got dressed in the bathroom very fast, because it was almost 12pm. I got out, after I changed.

"Do you have a ride?" Harry asked politely

"Or do you wanna take his again?" Asked Lexi. That did not sound as it was suppose to. Harry bursted out laughing. They had the same perverse mind.

I started to laugh because there was no point to argue here. It's two against one.

"I came with a cab-" Said Lexi, but Harry cut her off

"Oh, so you paid for your ride?" He started to laugh.

"You say one little thing, and everything stars to sound wrong." Said Lexi.

Harry took his keys and he took my hand. He walked me to the car. First he opened Lexi's door, and before he opened mine, he kissed me…on the cheek.

"I had fun today" he said as, he smiled.

"Me too. Thank you." I said. But I wasn't just thanking him about today. I was thanking him about everything, I just didn't know how. He opened my door, and I got inside. Before he got to his side of the car, and got in, Lexi dropped her cool and whispered

"Oh my god, I'm in Harry Styles's car. Breath Lexi, breath, brea-" Harry got In, and she immediately went silent.

He drove Lexi to her grandmas, and she told me she'll come to my hotel later that day. After that, Harry took me and turned off the engine on the car, when we were in front of the hotel.

"This is me" I said as I pointed at the hotel.

"Can I…um…ask you on…um…on a proper date?" He asked while his hand was in his hair. I could see he was nervous. On a proper date? WHAT WAS THAT LAST NIGHT?! IMPROPER?!

"Yes…that would be lovely" I said, as I smirked. There was a sign of relief on his face.

"K. I'll call you." He said, it was very obvious, he was happy.

Harry's POV

She got out. My heart was going to jump out of me. I drove to Liam's house. I entered without knocking, I have a key to his house.

"Liam, you awake?" I shouted as I got in.

"No need to shout, mate." He said, as he was coming down the stares "I'm awake" His hair was wet, and he was in his boxers.

"You alone?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah. How'd it go last night?" He asked, as we walked into the kitchen, and he started to make coffee.

I started telling him everything. I told him about Lexi, then about the roof, but I didn't tell him the things she said. It didn't feel right. I just told him that she opened up to me. I told him about the moment we had in my kitchen and Lou walking in on us. I also told him about today. And lastly, I told him that she agreed to go out with me, on a date.

Liam was thrilled

"So, where will you take her?" He asked "Do you have anything in mind?"

"I'm not sure. I don't want to be somewhere public, you know? I don't want paparazzi following us…" I said. And then I remembered. I haven't checked if someone saw us…

"Too late, mate." Liam said and handed me his laptop. There were photos of us at Starbucks. Just me and Jenna, and me Jenna and Lexi. I started to read what they've written.

" 'One Direction's Harry Styles on a date with mysterious girl?' 'Harry Styles new girl. Is this serious' what?! How have I not seen these…"

Liam then looked at me, like this is not the worst part.

"Check twitter…" He said, and took a sip of his coffee. I logged in on twitter. There were so many mentions about me and Jenna. like 'Who the hell is this tramp?' or, 'Leave my husband alone'. And many other insulting things…There were few 'If Harry is happy, I'm happy.', but most of them were hateful.

"Super…" I said sarcastically. What am I suppose to do now? These fans can be so cruel…

"Well you shouldn't care mate. Ask her if she minds and based on that, plan your date." It was actually a good advice. But I don't know how would she react. I didn't reply to his advice, i just stared at my cup.

"Call her! " said Liam, and threw me his phone. I dialed her number and called her.

Jenna's POV

"Dear Diary

My feelings got out. I feel lighter. Like this big burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I have no need for this diary anymore. I just realized i write the same things over and over again. I never write something new. I refuse to be sucked into the depressing that is pulling me in. I have someone to pull me out. I won't surrender."

I stopped. These words can not be more true. I was lying in my bed, while Leena was on her laptop. I got mine out of my backpack and logged on to tumblr. I was scrolling on my Dashboard, and one picture caught my eye. It was Harry…with two girls…WAIT. ONE OF THEM IS ME! Is that?…i came closer to the screen…It's Lexi. I couldn't believe. How did we not see the person who took these photos? As I was still in disbelieve, Leena turned to me

"Look, Harry Styles has a new girlfriend." I looked up, still with the disbelieve on my face "You look like you've seen a ghost" She liked One Direction but wasn't obsessed with them, but still. "Oh my god, Jenna! She kinda looks like you"

I so did not want to hear that. I just dived in my pillow and i suffocated a little, then I looked up, and the picture was still on my screen. My phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I assumed it was Lexi.

"Did you see?" I answered. But it wasn't Lexi's voice.

"I just did. You OK?" It was Harry. I started to laugh a little.

"Oh god… I did not expect this. How did we not notice?" I asked, but I didn't expect an answer.

"So, you still want to go on that date?" He asked a little worried. Why wouldn't I?

"Yeah, yeah. This has nothing to do with that." I laughed "When, and where?" I asked nicely

"How about I pick you up at 5, sounds good?" He asked nervously.

"K,k. See you at 5" I said and then hung up the phone.

"Where are you going at 5?" Leena asked. I forgot. I have to take her everywhere with me.

"I'm going with Lexi." I said. Nice safe, right?

"Ew, I don't want to come." She said like she was discussed.

I texted Lexi to tell her about the photos and about my date with Harry. She was pretty excited about it. More excited than I was, actually.

I started to think about my date. I didn't want somewhere public because of the paparazzi. But I wanted something fun. Maybe he'll take me horse-back riding. I have never done that. Or maybe he'll take me to a fortune-teller. I've never been at one, and I believe in those kind of stuff so it could be fun.

I logged onto twitter. And I saw so many new followers. What was going on? And then I saw @Harry_Styles follows you. Well, it figures. Also everyone from One Direction followed me. How did they know this is my twitter? I saw my mentions, and i started to read them.

'@Harry_Styles, is @JennaPetrova the girl you are with in the pictures?'

'Wow, Harry's girl, @JennaPetrova watches Vampire Diaries. I love her'

That's my last name…but ok. I see how it looks like Katherina Petrova from Vampire Diaries. I smiled as I read them, but there were also rude one's like

'Dear @JennaPetrova, if you really are going out with Harry. BACK THE F&*% OFF' and 'She ain't that pretty. @JennaPetrova, I'm talking to you'

I just bursted out laughing. I really don't care what they write about me. It's fun to read this kind of stuff.

And so, I sat there patiently, reading all the twits and waiting for 5p.m. so I ca go on my date. I like the word date. Date, date, date. I have a DATE with Harry. Oh, I could get use to this.

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