Slave Auction 2: The Boys' Story

While Jenna is helping Liam pack for college, she comes across an old photo of Niall, Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Liam in the slave auction when they were freshman. Determined to find out the truth about why boys are no longer allowed in the slave auction, Jenna gets the five boys to tell her each of their stories: Niall and his confidence problem, Zayn and his rejections, Harry and his hookups, Louis' part in a big plot, and Liam's head cheerleader girlfriend. So now, not only does she have to worry about what will happen when Liam moves across the country in one week, but she may also discover some things that were meant to remain secrets.
Amazing cover by Tiara Islas


9. Playing The Game

I knock on the door and wait impatiently for him to answer.

Oh God, wait. What if Anne answers? I did not think this through.

I hear movement from behind the wooden door and hold my breath as it slowly creeps open. For the first time in ten months, I was relieved to see curly hair and dimples.

“Jenna,” Harry’s deep voice says, surprised.

“Hey,” I smile, trying not to be awkward. “Can I come in?”

“Uh,” Harry looks behind him, “sure.” He opens the door wider and lets me step inside. The familiar smell hits me and memories begin to flood my mind. I speak up to avoid water damage.

“Where’s your mom?”

He closes the door and turns to me, still looking very confused. “She’s out with friends.”

I nod, “Cool.”

I stand there.

He stands here.

The room is uncomfortably silent. Like, if this was a movie, the audience would be face-palming. So, I walk down the hallway to his room.

“Alright,” I hear Harry murmur behind me.

I enter Harry’s large, grey room. It is just as messy as the last time I was in here. I sit in his desk chair and turn to see him walk slowly through his door.

“Not to sound rude or anything,” he says as he leans against the door, “but, what are you doing here?”

“I want you to tell me about the slave auction.”

He looks at me confused. “You were there, Jenna. I don’t think you need me to tell you what happened.”

I shake my head. “No, not last year’s slave auction- the slave auction that happened four years ago. The one you were in.”

His confused face transforms to realization. “Liam told you?” I nod. “Oh, that dick! We made a promise.”

“Yeah, yeah I know- the stupid promise to keep it a secret. But it seems all promises are eventually broken, so get over it, move on, and tell me what happened.”

He sits on his grey bed and it creaks. “Well, someone’s bossy.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, what else is new? Now can you tell me?”

His eyebrows rise, “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Because Liam is annoying and started telling me the story and now he won’t finish it.”

He gets a cocky grin. “Well, it’s very sweet of you to come to me first Jenna.”

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“This is an excuse to come and tell me that you’re still madly in love with me, isn’t it?” He moves his eyebrows up and down quickly.

I look at him in disbelief. “You’re insane.”

“Why else would you come to me and not Zayn or Louis or Niall?” He does the eyebrow thing again.

“Stop doing that with your eyebrows; it looks like they’re having a seizure. Louis and I still aren’t on speaking terms, Niall is with Daisy, and Zayn is probably with Briana,” I explain.

“Make up as many excuses as you want, Jenna. But, I think this is a sign.”

“Think whatever you want,” I laugh bitterly. “But, let’s get something straight: I was never madly in love with you and I am madly in love with Liam.”

“Wow, using the L-word. That’s a big step.”

“We have been dating for eight months.”

“Has it really been that long?”

I nod. “Now can you tell me what happened?”

He looks up at the ceiling and scratches his chin as if pondering an important physiological question. I want to throw my shoe at him.

“Okay,” he says and I feel like jumping up in excitement. “But…”

Aw shit, there’s a ‘but’.

“But what?”

“You need to answer my questions.” He lifts his legs onto the bed and crosses them pretzel style.

“What questions could you possibly have?” I ask.

“Why did you really break up with me?” he questions, leaning forward as if very interested.

“What the hell stupid ass question is that? I caught you grinding on your ex-girlfriend,” I respond angrily.

“Oh, be serious, Jenna. You spent a whole day in bed crying because you saw your boyfriend, who you had only been dating for a week, dancing with another girl?”

Well, he makes me sound stupid when he says it like that.

“It wasn’t just dancing you were doing. It was really intimate. Wait- how did you know I spent a whole day crying in bed?”

He shrugs, “Louis.”

“And how would he know?”

He shrugs again, “Liam.”

I roll my eyes again. “Of course.”

“So tell me why you really did it.”

I pause to think. “Well, I don’t know. I guess because it was my first relationship and maybe I dove too deep, but I really trusted you and when I saw you two it shocked me,” I confess. “Plus, before that you had told me to trust you and that you would never cheat on me and that you and Victoria were over.”

“I didn’t think dancing counted as cheating!” he exclaims.

“Maybe not regular dancing, but that kind of dancing counts to me.”

He’s getting angry. I need to calm him down so I can hear the story.

“Listen, Harry. There are no hard feelings. We weren’t right together anyway. We have different opinions on what happened and that’s fine. Maybe I did overreact a little but we’ve both moved on and we are happy how things are now.”

“But what if I’m not happy without you?” His emerald eyes meet mine and tingles go up my spine.

I forgot how cute he can be when he wants to be.

“You’re going off to college in a week Harry. You’ll meet someone who will make you as happy as I am,” I say and smile lightly.

He nods slowly. There is a dragged out silence before he finally speaks up. “What are you going to do? When Liam leaves?”

My stomach drops. Every time the thought squirms its way into my mind, my stomach feels like I am on the very top peak of a roller coaster, right before you’re about to fall. A wave of worry washes over me and I get hot and I have to push it out of my mind. But, as the end of summer is coming nearer and nearer, I can’t really keep avoiding it. “I’ve been worrying about that all summer.”

 There is another silence between us before he nods and says, “So, you want to know about the auction?”

I nod. “Liam told me the beginning. He left off after the first night of the auction.”

“Oh, thank God. I thought you were going to make me tell you about my first night,” he sighs in relief. But I can tell he wants me to ask more, so I take the bait.

“What happened your first night, Harold?” I sigh.

“Nothiiiiiiiing,” he says, holding out the ‘i.’

I tilt my head, “Harry don’t be annoying. If you didn’t want me to know about it, then why would you bring it up in the first place?”

“To be annoying,” he smirks. “My first night just involved a lot of fooling around.” He winks.

The famous wink has returned.

Once again, my eyes involuntarily roll. “Wonderful. You’re right, just skip that part. What happened the next day at school?”


***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Yes I am fully aware that I still suck. I am so so so so sorry. School has been crazy. Life has been crazy. I have been neglecting my Last Girls and I feel so guilty. I have less than a month of school left guys, so bare with me! I will be writing all summer. My last day of school is the 24th, so until then I will try to post when I can. I love all your wonderful comments they mean so much! And don't worry you Negative Nellys, I am not giving up on the book. Jeeze, give me more credit! Love you all<333333333 Comment, rate, LIKE! (sorry for the short chapter)

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