Red [h. styles]

Fifteen

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Jena was staring out the small window in awe, watching New York disappear out from under her. She turned to Harry, who was watching her almost as intently as she was watching the city.

"We're going to London," Jena breathed, "I never thought I'd get to go to London."

"I'm happy you can experience it, then." Harry replied, ruffling her ponytail.

"Hands off, Styles," Jena growled, and Harry raised his hands in surrender.

The death of Jena's grandmother had been a shock for them both. Harry had decided immediately that the two had to go to London; Jena had to meet his mother, Anne, before it was too late. Jena had taken a long weekend, using the Fourth of July as her excuse.

"This is going to be so amazing," Jena squealed, completely forgetting the annoyance she had towards her boyfriend only a few moments prior.

The two landed after an 8-hour flight, Harry exhausted but Jena still wide awake.

"My mum isn't expecting us until dinner, so how about we go sight-seeing?" Harry offered, and Jena's entire body seemed to light up.

"Could we?"

"Course," Harry said with a smile, "we'll have to take along Security in case we get mobbed, but other than that I see no issue."

A few buff men came up to Harry and he turned to chat with them, Jena content to stare at the tarmac like a little girl.

"Alright," Harry said cheerily, "everything's settled. Let's go."

Being flanked by bodyguards was a new experience for Jena, and while slightly off-putting at first, Jena got used to it very quickly. She dragged Harry off everywhere she found interesting, an expression of pure joy on her face.

Jena made fine money working as a contract lawyer, but with all her student debts she didn't have a lot of extra spending money. Harry was paying for the entire trip, and while Jena had argued at first, she had eventually given in. The way Jena looked at him with an eager smile on her face was worth every penny.

"The London Eye! Oh, Harry, I've always wanted to go on the London Eye!" Jena cried, ready to lead him over but he stopped her.

"We'll go on one condition," he said, a smile playing with his lips.

"What's that?" Jena challenged, not liking the gleam in his eyes.

"Talk in your best British accent." Harry dared, and Jena smiled.

"I hope you know, my grandmother emigrated over from Ireland. I have a killer Irish accent, and British isn't that far behind."

"Prove it." Harry growled, Jena's narrowed eyes staring into his.

"You want to go, Styles?" She asked, a British lilt on her tongue.

"That was actually pretty impressive," Harry admitted, and Jena shone like a star.

"Thanks, love!" Jena beamed once more. "Now come on, I'm not getting any younger here! Let's ride the Eye!"

Jena had her fingers pressed to the glass, staring at Big Ben with rapt attention. "Beautiful," she whispered, Harry wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder.

"Not as beautiful as you," Harry uttered, and Jena gave a light laugh.

"You're a horrible sap." She joked.

"I thought I was poetic," Harry responded, and Jena shrugged, upsetting his head slightly.

"You're poetic when it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Otherwise you're just sappy."

"My comment didn't make you feel warm and fuzzy?" Harry asked, mock offended.

"Nope." Jena stated. "I have standards, Boyband."

"Then I guess I'll have to make you feel fuzzy in a different way," Harry smiled like a wolf, and Jena backed up slowly.

"You wouldn't dare," Jena warned.

"Oh, I would." Harry pounced on her, grabbing her around the waist and holding her still. He then tickled her ribs, Jena screaming her protests. She was laughing so hard she was crying, godawful squeaks flying from her mouth in bursts.

When Harry finally let her go she was sweating, tears dotting her face like freckles.

"You little bitch," she laughed, and he kissed a freckle at the corner of her mouth.

"You love me."

"I do," Jena sighed, "how can I help but love my little Boyband?"

"I'm a good four inches taller than you," Harry griped.

"That's debatable," Jena derided him, turning back towards the window as he griped.

The Eye finally landed, Harry checking his phone as they walked off. "We have an hour left. What do you want to do?"

"I want to see the shops," Jena decided, "can we?"

"Course," Harry agreed, "I grew up in London, this trip is all about you."

"Yay!" Jena squealed. The couple and their entourage headed out, keeping their heads down. Unfortunately, a redhead can only go so long before becoming spotted.