† Apocalypse † |Harry Styles| [ENG]

† Chapter Twelve †

Something could help me... but where to find it.

I noticed a little deer that skipped here and there and I felt my pupils dilate...

Jenna's pov.

I was so worried. I didn't know who to be more worried for, Jonathan or Harry. Sure, he was a vampire, he could get by with a lot of things but... what if something happened to him? And my little Jonathan... where could he be? Did they hurt him? Could he still be alive?I had too many questions in my head, I should've tried to calm down.I could see the Nathar's house in the distance, without him noticing it, I started staring at Trey for a few moments. How could he do that to me? I was scared. I was afraid he might have tried to do it again and Harry wouldn't be there to save me when it happened. I felt so stupid... Was I really that easy to manipulate?

«Jenna!», Michela ran to meet me, «Honey, are you okay?»

«I'm fine thanks, what about you? Are you feeling better?», I hugged her very tightly.

«A lot better! Only thanks to you and Harry!», she sighed opening her heart-shaped eyes once again. She must have liked him a lot.

«Girls, come here for a drink», Gemma called us.

We sat at the table next to the embers of the fire and drank some fresh water.

«What is that stuff?», Michela widened her eyes observing what Gemma was sipping.

«The best wine in town», I lied nervously.

«Jenna», Gemma said «I think I should tell her», she scolded me.

«But we can't», I replied.

«Do you trust her?», she asked me.

«Of course I trust her», I answered under Michela's bewildered eyes.

«So why don't you tell her everything. I think it's best to prepare her for what's coming»

I nodded with a sigh. By now my best friend would be involved too. 

I explained everything to her while she was drinking, her shocked face made me regret having told her everything, I talked to her about the absurd creatures that were surrounding us, the Crow, the Apocalypse... Her look that at the beginning was incredulous, turned into a scared look.

«And what are we going to do?!», she asked with her mouth open.

«We have to stay here, always ready to defend ourselves. We don't know what exactly could happen but I know that at the moment the werewolves are patrolling Dullville and repelling the attacks of a certain Regina. If I understand correctly she is a very powerful witch who works with the Crow», I explained briefly.

«Damn... what about Harry? What is he doing?»

«He went to kill the Crow. Let's hope he'll succeed», I muttered with concern.

«How is he going to kill him? Didn't you just tell me a soul eater can't die?», she asked in panic.

«There is a way», Gemma spoke on my behalf, «He will have to be able to rip out his heart and set it on fire before it returns to his body»

«Mother of God», she whispered covering her mouth with her hands.

I decided to remain silent. The thought that he could actually make gave me strength but... what if he couldn't? I was getting so paranoid! I could not help it. I was too scared for him. I got up silently and left them alone, I decided to go and sit on a small log outside.

«Hey Jenna», Michela followed me just seconds later, «Do you need to tell me something?»

«About what?», I asked confused.

«Harry. Do you like him?»

«No!», I widen my eyes at the mere thought of me and Harry together, «Why the hell would you think that?!»

«Do you want to deny it? Really? Alright then», she said sitting down next to me.

«But that's not true», I lowered my voice.

It wasn't that I didn't like him... there was something about him that attracted me, he was of course a charming, brave, bold guy... And I had to admit I felt good with him. But from here to being in love there was an abyss in between.

«As you like. Maybe you still have to realize it yourself», she sighed.

«Do you like him?», I asked already knowing the answer to that question.

«Heck yeah I do! He's a mysterious guy, I've been thinking about him ever since I first saw him at school! He's wonderful!», she said biting her lower lip.

«Yes, he sure is», I agreed with her.

«Would it bother you if I flirted with him when he comes back?»

«What?», I asked laughing.

Wait up. Would it bother me? Seeing him stuck to her, hugging her, kissing her... Maybe a little after all...

«I get it. I won't do it stop that!», she laughed noticing how I suddenly became serious, «Jenna, I'm your best friend, I can understand what's going on in your head. You don't have to lie to me or yourself! You're in love with him, he'd terribly get on your nerves if I hit on him in front of you», she kindly smiled at me.

«Maybe...I-I don't know...», I stuttered «I would have to spend way more time with him to understand it, we don't really know each other for that long», I sighed in defeat.

«Do you miss him?»

«I do»

«You'll see, he'll be back safe and sound», she hugged me.

«I hope so... I don't want anything to happen to him»

For what could be the twentieth time in a day, I squinted to make my tears fall on my face, once again for him.

I was thinking back to all the moments we spent together... the first time he appeared in my room scaring me to death, when he took me to his house for the first time, when he defended me against all dangers, when I saw him play with Jonathan and when I took refuge in his arms whenever I was scared... And I really was being so mean to him, telling him he wasn't protecting me, while it was exactly what he always did.

I transfered every single drop that fell on my skin to a small bottle taken from the kitchen. And while Michela looked at me confused, I knew exactly what to do.

Harry's pov.

I felt guilty for leaving her alone. I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have left her even for a second...