Red [h. styles]

Seven

7

Jena tugged on his hand, leading Harry into the bowling alley. It had taken a fair amount of google searching, but they had managed to find one out of reach of the press. Harry was currently wearing a beanie and his glasses paired with earth tones, keeping his head down as best he could.

Jena did not have the luxury of blending in, the curse of red hair, so Harry had to do his best not to draw unwanted attention.

Jena did all the talking, managing to secure them an alley away from any other clients and grabbing them both shoes.

"Alright," she ordered, "get ready to be crushed."

"You're that confident?" Harry asked, adjusting his cinnamon colored cardigan.

"Please," Jena scoffed, cracking her knuckles, "you're speaking to the master bowler."

"And you're speaking to a man who's only bowled once or twice in his life."

"Oh," Jena said longingly, "this is going to be fun."

Harry grabbed his first ball, lining it up. He threw, knocking every single pin down. Jena's jaw dropped slightly and Harry turned to her, a devilish grin on his face.

"Did I forget to mention that every time I bowled I won by a landslide?" Harry pretended to think, tapping his finger to his chin.

"Step aside, Boyband." Jena growled, picking up her hot pink bowling ball.

The two bowled for almost an hour, Jena checking the screen whenever she could. There were only two rounds left and Harry was winning by five. Jena knew she had to step up her game. And to do so, she would have to play dirty.

Harry wound up, ready to throw, and Jena called out, "Looking good, darling!"

Harry turned to look at her, the ball rolling in the gutter. Jena smirked at him, and he curled his lip at her. "You little vixen!"

"Only for you!" Came her sung reply.

Harry catcalled her as well, but it didn't faze Jena. Instead, she thanked him for any compliment he threw at her.

"Wow, Jena, you handle a ball really well!" He teased.

Not faltering, she answered, "I've had a lot of practice!"

Harry rolled his eyes, stepping up to the line once more. This time, Jena stood, pressing herself against him and raising her lips to his ear. "Go on," she whispered, "impress me."

Harry's entire body stiffened, the ball rolling into the gutter once more.

"HA! SUCK IT!" Jena yelled, doing a horrible victory dance around him. "I win, you lose, I win, you lose!"

"Shut up, Red," Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around her.

"You sure do seem to enjoy hugging me," Jena noted, "but after your horrific defeat, I'll let it slide."

"I barely lost," Harry protested, "and it was only because you cheated!"

"There is no rule saying I couldn't chat with you. And besides, you tried to do it too, you simply weren't as good at it." Jena pointed out.

Harry buried his face in her neck, pressing his lips to a spot right behind her ear. Jena hummed at the feeling, melting into him.

He pulled away after a moment, his glasses getting caught in her hair. Jena snickered, untangling the black frames from her unruly strands.

Harry held his hand out, wordlessly asking for his glasses back but Jena shook her head. "I think these glasses would look even better on me," she contemplated, placing them on her nose.

"God, you are blind," Jena exclaimed, blinking at the change in clarity.

"Yep," Harry agreed, "which is why I need my glasses back before I walk off a cliff or something."

"Here," Jena relinquished, slipping them back onto his face, tucking the ends inside Harry's beanie. She thought for a moment before realizing something. "Cliffs? In New York? Really?"

"It was an example!" Harry defended.

"Yeah, yeah," Jena brushed him off, "wanna go get something to eat?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"