(Harry)
Jenna and I left the restaurant early after her mothers attack on our relationship. Jenna was not happy, and neither was I.
Jenna squeezed my hand all the way home and blankly stared at at the garage.
"You okay?" I asked.
"No, Harry. I not," she said it a harsh monotone.
I stroked back a piece of her long hair and touched her cheek. "I don't care what your mother said about us. I love you and you love me. That's all that matters,"
She nodded and we both got out of the car. We barely made it to the door when we were stopped by a neighbor.
"Excuse me! Harry Styles!" She called. It was the girl we met the other night. Tara? I think.
"Oh, hello," I turned around and saw we running towards Jenna and I.
"Hello!" She called. "It's me, Taylor,"
Taylor. Dammit. I was close though right?
"Oh, hey," Jenna said and turned to her.
"Hi," she smiled again. "Some lady was at your door while you were gone,"
"Really?" I asked. "Who?"
"She said she was your mom so I let her in," Taylor told me.
Mom, my mom. Here?! She would have had to fly in, and my mother doesn't fly.
I ran in, leaving Jenna and Taylor alone and I pried open the door, seeing her small figure in our kitchen.
"Mom.." I said in disbelief.
She turned around and gave me a gentle smile. "Harold,"
I ran and embraced her into my arms, holding my mothers small body to mine big one.
"What are you doing here!" I said in disbelief.
"You didn't come home after the X-Factor and I got worried. Soo figured you were with Jenna. I can see you both are moving in quite nicely," she said and looked around.
Jenna's small footsteps came behind me and she took my hand. "Hello, Anne!"
"Jenna! How are you?" She smiled and took my feancé into her embrace.
"Just fabulous!" Jenna said.
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around my girls waist, slightly swaying. "You need a place to stay? There's a bed that we aren't using," I said.
"Actually, that would be nice," she smiled at us.
"I'll go set it up for you," Jenna smiled and broke my grasp on her and ran to get the clean sheets.
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(Jenna)"Harry, I made plans to go over to Taylor's house next weekend for a cook out she's having," I told him as we sat down to our pizza.
"That's so nice!" Anne said. "Getting to m ow your neighbors and all,"
"I dont know if I like her," Harry said and took a bite.
I gaped and made a sour face. "Harry, she's super sweet,"
"So was Kaley, remember?" He said.
And I do. Kaley Simpson, my best friend in high school all the way up to senior year where she betrayed me and made Harry and I brake up after we just admitted we wanted each other. I never can forgive her for that.
"I'll just make sure to keep you close to me," I said and took a hasty bite out of my pizza.
"Jenna," Anne said. "This pizza reminds me of your father when he used to life in California,"
"My dad lived in LA?" I asked.
"No, not LA, A different part. That's where I met him. He worked at the Fox's pizza shop and he was so fun to be around.
I smiled at the thought of my dad kneeding dough and spinning it and flipping it.
"Wow," I smiled and looked at Harry.
"Yes, and I remember when he told me he was moving, we were very close back in the day." She said. "Then he met your mother, and oh boy, he was in love with her,"
I smiled at the fact that my fathers love for my mom was love at first sight.
"I remember," Anne began. "How your father would get all worried about being presentable for you mom. He wanted everything to be perfect, and the wedding, it was so beautiful. I was pregnant with Harry at the time, and your Mom with you. She was glowing with happiness,"
I couldn't help but smile when Anne talked about my parents. My mom really did love my dad, and even though he died four years ago, it's still nice to hear new things.
Anne talked our ear off about my dad, telling me stories about his adventures. It almost seemed like she was in love with him at one point, but we may never know.
"Jen, you want to get to bed?" Harry asked be in a yawn. We were laid out on the couch cuddled up together as the TV was on low and Anne was talking.
I nodded. "Thank you for all the stories Anne,"
"No problem sweetie. I'll see you two love birds in the morning," she said and kissed our cheeks and headed off.
We headed off too, and I got I front of our bed and stripped down and changed into only a teeshirt and panties.
Hearing all those stories made me think about my dad a lot more. I really miss him, and sometimes it's hard. But I never cry because if I do cry, I don't think I could stop.
Harry crawled into bed and wrapped himself around me. "You want to talk about it?"
"About what?" I asked, head nuzzling into his bare chest.
"Your dad. You look like you want to cry," he told me.
I shook my head. "I'm fine, really," I fake smiled and he kissed my head.
"Just know, you don't always have to be so strong,"
"Yes," I said. "I do,"
"Not when I'm here to protect you," he said and somehow his lips met mine in an elegant kiss.
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The Forgotten Princess (sequel to A Disney Romance)
FanfictionHarry comes back from the X-Factor, pumped that now he is famous and can do what he loves most, sing. Along the way he tends to forget about Jenna, his faithful, loving Fiancé that would do anything. Now that they have moved to California so Jenna...