Red [h. styles]

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AN: @just_malfoy_things: per your request, a Harry Styles story. Hope you enjoy. And in case you're curious, here's the link to Jena's dress: https://www.directlyrics.com/img/upload/hailee-steinfeld-most-girls-video-premiere.jpg 

"I still can't believe you got us in here," Christina giggled, looking around the club.

"Oh, come off it," Jena laughed, "it's your birthday. Of course I'd get you in the club of your dreams."

"I'm still shocked you made time for us," Madelyn goaded, and Jena shot her a look.

"Hey, just because I have a job does not mean I've abandoned you," Jena sated defensively, and Madelyn smiled at her softly.

"I know, darling, I miss you is all. This is the first time we've all gone out together in a while."

"Okay," Christina butted in, "let's focus on what's really important here: me. I'm twenty-three now, it's time to celebrate!"

Madelyn rolled her eyes but Jena just laughed, happy to be with her friends.

"Now," Christina continued, "I don't want to see either of you at the end of the night. Get wasted with me but go home with a man!"

"I don't know," Jena teased, "I might choose a girl tonight."

"The sentiment remains unchanged!" Christina declared, ordering them all a round of shots.

Jena enjoyed her whiskey as much as the next girl, but not in mass quantities. Her brain was her biggest asset, and she didn't need alcohol throwing all her decision making skills out the window. If she was going to make a bad decision, she was at least going to do it in her right mind.

Jena took a single shot, setting the glass down and making her way out to the dance floor.

She'd had never been the prettiest of girls, the rarity of her red hair wearing off after a few moments of conversation. Jena was decidedly average looking, and while that fact had bothered her as a child, she had grown to accept it.

One thing she could do, however, was dance.

Her silver dress was sparkly, and she loved how confident it made her feel. At times the neckline dipped dangerously low and the skirt rode dangerously high, but it was all part of the sex appeal.

Jena let her hips move to the rhythm of the music, high heels bouncing up and down. She noticed eyes on her, but she always did when she let herself go. Once she was starting to sweat her makeup off she stumbled back towards the bar.

Seeing Madelyn with her hands all over a boy made Jena laugh, realizing she was falling behind on Christina's orders.

"Your drink, miss," the bartender said, pushing a glass towards her.

"I didn't order anything," Jena said, her guard immediately up.

"That gentleman over there ordered you one," he explained, pointing to a man sitting at the bar a couple seats down. When he noticed Jena's eyes on him he smiled, giving a little wave.

Jena pursed her lips, examining him. He had a nice smile, she finally decided, and she quite liked his long hair.

Finally deciding on a course of action, Jena stood, slowly making her way over towards him.

"I'm not going to drink what you ordered me, for safety and all that, but I thought you at least needed a proper thank you." Her voice was sultry, and the man cocked his head slightly at her.

"I appreciate that. I'm Harry."

Jena smiled—the man was British. And Jena was always turned on by a British accent, especially if paired with a face like that.

"Jena. Do I know you?" Harry was eerily familiar, and Jena wondered if she had passed him in a bar.

"Probably. Let's dance," Harry brushed her comment off easily, grabbing her hand and leading her up to the dance floor.

Harry put his hands on her waist, pressing her back to his front. Jena reached up behind her, tanging her fingers in his hair. It was as soft as it looked, and Jena pressed herself closer to him.

She stared up at him, admiring his green eyes, finally placing his face.

"What are you thinking about?" He rasped, his hips moving against hers in time.

"Where I know you from," Jena breathed, "you're Harry Styles. What are you thinking about?"

"Your freckles. You've covered them up, but they're there. I'm wondering where else you have freckles." He kissed her neck, and she hummed against his skin, pleased with the attention he was showing her.

"Can I take you home?" She asked after a moment, rotating her body so she was facing him.

Harry smiled, and she loved the way his face lit up.

"I thought you would never ask."