Red [h. styles]

Thirteen

13

Jena walked nervously into the studio, Harry's hand clutched tightly in hers. They had been ushered around the past 20 minutes, having been told where to go constantly. Jena was relieved to finally get to sit down, even though it was on a couch in front of an audience.

The people screamed as the two walked out, both plastering a smile on their face. "Showtime, Red." Harry muttered, and she squeezed his hand in reply.

The two sat, Jena tucking her legs under herself, as she always did. She could see Harry trying to resist the temptation to put his head in her lap. She nodded slightly, and Harry grinned, settling down on her. Jena started running her fingers through his hair, amidst 'aww's from the crowd.

"Aw," James said, "aren't you two the cute couple."

"Thanks, James." Harry spoke up, craning his head up slightly.

"It's no secret you two recently starting dating," James began, "tell us how you met."

"Well," Jena took over, "we met at a club. I asked to take him home, he agreed."

"That's it?" James asked, laughing.

"Pretty much," Harry agreed. "Jena's really straightforward. If she wants something, she gets it."

"You know it," Jena smiled, booping Harry's nose. He smiled, scrunching up his eyes and nose.

"Now let's take questions from Twitter!" James said, redirecting the conversation. "Number one: Harry, what is your favorite thing about Jena?"

"I like her honesty," Harry said, "and I like her sense of humor."

"It's really good," Jena confirmed, "his sense of humor is basically non-existent, so I have to make up for the both of us."

"Hey!" Harry objected, but Jena just laughed. It was a full-blown laugh, her obnoxious squeaks coming out full-force.

James raised his eyebrows in amusement, and Harry laughed along with Jena. "Oh, yes, that reminds me. I like her laugh."

"Good," Jena said when she composed herself, "because it may be my favorite part of myself. Adds character, you know."

"Precisely," Harry agreed, and she leaned down to press a kiss on his hairline.

"Well, good on you, Styles." James said. "Ready for another question?"

"Shoot." Harry affirmed.

"Why do you find Jena attractive?" James read.

"Ooh, a passive aggressive one," Jena said confidently, "I'll handle this one, Boyband."

"You're going to answer why I find you attractive?" Harry asked delightedly.

"Yes." Jena said after a moment of thought.

"Whatever turns you on, Red, whatever turns you on." Harry surrendered.

"Well, I think we all know who turns me on," Jena joked, and Harry's cheeks reddened substantially. Jena smiled down at him before facing James with a much more sinister smile. "That thought aside, I know I'm not very pretty. My features are awkward and don't quite go together. I'm merely surprised that people think that Harry's so shallow that he only sees a girl's outside. Harry likes me for my personality, and possibly for my sex. Now I will allow him to elaborate on this idea."

"That about summed it up," Harry admitted, "I like her quirks and the way she phrases things. I do also like the way kisses me, not going to lie. But most of all, I like her ability to see things for the way they are, and how self-aware she is."

"Sweet," James said, "and now it's time to hear the song that started it all: Carolina. We'll be back, after the break."

"Cut!" Was yelled out, and Jena and Harry were ushered off stage.

"Aren't you going to sing now?" Jena asked Harry, and he shook his head no.

"We film the songs at the end of it. You can go home now, if you wish."

"I think I will," Jena acknowledged, "I haven't quite finished decorating my apartment. And I still need to read the briefing for my job... Good luck with the rest of the show."

Jena planted a kiss on his cheek, Harry rubbing a small circle in her back. "We'll get together Saturday, maybe?"

"Sure," Jena replied, walking away from him with a pleasant smile on her face.