Red [h. styles]

Five

5

Jena knocked on Harry's door twenty minutes later, overnight bag in hand.

"Welcome," he said slowly, and his British accent sounded much thicker in person.

"Thanks," Jena smiled, brushing past him on her way in, the familiar scent of his cologne filling her nostrils. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him until that moment.

"Enjoying New York?" Harry asked, taking her bag from her and setting it on the counter. It was an amazing apartment, a black and white theme allowing it to feel comfortable but modern at the same time. Oh yes, Jena would be enjoying her stay there.

"I haven't seen much of it," she remarked, "in fact, I've been spending most of my time here taking to a British guy."

"Really now," Harry purred, "he must be one lucky man."

"Well," Jena mused, "he's not a man, really. I'd say he's more of a boy."

"Hey!" Harry protested, lightly slapping her arm. Jena laughed, evading him when he tried again.

"What time is it?" Jena asked, and Harry checked his phone.

"10 pm. Why?"

Jena smirked. "Too late to eat ice cream?"

"It is never too late to eat ice cream." Harry said seriously, heading to the freezer. "Chocolate or strawberry?"

"You're the one who wrote a song about me," she taunted, "guess."

He flipped her off, grabbing the chocolate.

"Good boy," Jena said condescendingly, and he glared at her, setting down the bowl with extra force.

Suddenly he looked up at her, a smile growing. "You could say you like it a choco-lot."

"I have been physically wounded," Jena said shakily, "that was so bad."

"Eat ice cream. It helps." Harry assured her.

Jena grabbed the spoon, closing her eyes at the taste. "God, I should really watch what I eat. One of these days I'm going to get fat."

Harry chuckled. "We'll run tomorrow morning."

"I might take you up on that offer," Jena pointed at him with the spoon, "running without a partner is so lonely."

"We can be running buddies, now that you live in New York." He suggested, and Jena took another spoonful of ice cream.

After a moment of consideration, Jena stood, taking the empty bowl to the sink. "Sure. But for now, I should probably stop eating."

Harry smiled widely, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back to his chest. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I," she answered, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. God, his eyes were the most beautiful shade of emerald green. It was easy to see how people got lost in them.

"May I?" He asked softly, spinning her around so their chests were touching. In lieu of answering, Jena brought their lips together, a hand wrapping in his newly shortened curls.

He moaned against her lips, one hand gripping her hips and the other twisting her shirt. Jena tugged on Harry's hair, and he gasped in surprise. Growling, he bit her lip, dragging it out before allowing it to snap back into place. Harry's hands traveled down to grip her ass, and Jena pulled away at the touch, forehead resting on his.

"Are we doing this again?" She asked, breathless.

"You weren't really planning on sleeping in the guest bedroom, were you?" He rasped.

"No, I guess not." She panted.

And with that, he lifted her up, carrying her towards the bedroom.