Coded

Chapter 7

Jenna's POV

My eyes flicked open to the sound of the shower running. I turned my head to face the clock, 8:00 am. Whys he up so early?

"Shit," I mutter to myself as it finally hits me, today we meet Greta.

I pull my legs out from under the sheets and slide on my slippers. After putting on jeans and a tshirt, I make my way to the mirror to apply my make up. I choose to go with black eye liner only applying it thinly to the top of my eyelid.

After I finish my makeup I walk back over to my bed, plop down and close my eyes. So much shit is going through my head right now. Just as I'm starting to calm myself down the bathroom door opens, my eyes immediately open and instantly look away.

"Dammit" I say covering my eyes and turning towards the window. I can feel my cheeks hearing up already.

Harry literally just walked out if the bathroom...naked. I don't know if he forgot that I'm staying here or what but that had to have been the most awkward few seconds of my life.

"Fuck, Jenna I thought you were asleep." He cursed and he wrapped a white towel around his lower half, his cheeks were bright read and he was biting his lip.

"Uh...no I woke up like ten minutes ago." I said, still not wanting to look up into his eyes.

Crap, I just saw Harry naked. I quickly pushed the thought from my mind as I heard him clear his throat. I looked up at him, he was still looking down at me.

"Uh yeah..um well sorry." he said. His face was bright red, making it very obvious he was completely embarrassed.

"It's okay Harry" I said lightly, trying to keep myself from laughing.

"Um well I wrote down Greta's information yesterday, want to get done coffee down the street and then head to her place?" He asked obviously trying to forget what just happened.

"Yeah sounds good to me" I said as I pulled my hoodie on over my head and grab my purse.

Two days. It took two days for me to absolutely hate Greta's guts.

After leaving the coffee shop on the corner Harry and I took a can to Greta's house. I don't know if he was as nervous as I was when we rang the doorbell but I could practically feel my heart beating out of my chest. And then the door opened.

A skinny blond about 5'5 opened the door with a confused expression written on her face.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Um yeah actually, are you Greta?" Harry asked.

"Yes." she said

All Harry did after she responded was hold up his necklace. Immediately her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Oh my lord" she said in complete shock.

Greta invited us inside and after about 30min of explaining our trip and how we found her she seemed to just stare at Harry.

This of course made me protective and made my heart actually hurt. Seeing them continue to talk like long lost friends, me sitting quietly dipping the tea her mother brought us.

What was I supposed to say? Oh hey we came all the way to London but I realized I like harry so you should back off? Not only would I sound like a total bitch but that would upset Harry. That's the last thing I want.

I simply stayed out of the way of the conversation, nodding slightly when it was directed towards me or when I was pretending to listen. It wasn't until Harry got up to talk with Greta's mother Jen in the kitchen, that things got awkward.

"So have you and Harry known each other long?" She asks, already sounding protective.

"Um yeah, I've known him for almost 14 years, he moved from London next door to me when he was around 3." I said trying to ignore her blue eyes scanning me.

"Oh, that's nice." she said, sounding more interested in Harry then our conversation

"So um Jenna right?" she asked, obviously clarifying because she hasn't listened to anything I've said.

I simply nodded letting her know, yes she got my name right, even though we had been at her house for a good 50min.

"Jenna, sweetheart what are you going to do all by yourself in Sweden?" she asked. "Surely Harry has to be sick of spending everyday with you, I mean look at you sweetheart, you're so..so boring."

I can't believe she just said that. I hated her. I wanted Harry to have nothing to do with her. It's as though by adding "sweetheart" she thinks what she's saying to me is okay. It's not. She has judged me so quickly, boring? She thinks I'm boring? What the hell have I done to make her think that?

Sure I'm plain, and I'm just wearing jeans and a tshirt but that doesn't make me boring!

I could feel my face heating up, I had to keep my teeth clenched to keep myself from telling her off.

"Oh you little brat, don't get so frazzled, it's just, I'm sure Harry would rather spend his time with someone.. well more like me." she said batting her eyelashes.

"You obviously don't know Harry then," I spat out "Because once Harry sees the bitch you are he wouldn't give you the time of day." I was furious. She can try and mess with my head, call me whatever she wants, but I won't let her mess with Harry, he deserves better.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," she said as she stood up walking towards Harry in the kitchen and turning around to face me "I'm very persuasive."

Sorry for the short chapter guys, I just needed to introduce Greta. Please comment what you think or message me, I haven't gotten much feedback and it's much needed. I don't want to write if no one is reading! thanks guys <3

-Kat<3

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