Sunday, December 29

"Savannah, wake up."

I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my face in the pillow. Harry's deep chuckle resounds from beside me and he rubs gentle circles against my back.

"Come on, babe. We need to catch our plane."

"It's too early," I groan, curling up in the fetal position so I'm facing away from him. Normally when I act like this Harry just plays along, but apparently not today. He suddenly rips the blankets away from my body. "Harry!"

"What?" he asks innocently. I look at the duvet in his hand and back at him. "Oh, sorry. I had like a spasm or something."

He smirks at me and I just roll my eyes and curl into a tighter ball. He is not winning this one.

"Babe," he whines, drawing the word out. He crawls onto the bed and lays half on top of me so he can put his face right next to mine. "We're going to miss our plane."

I open one eye and see him smiling adorably at me to try and convince me. I heave a large sigh and finally agree. He jumps up and throws the clothes at me that I had laid out last night for myself, which consist of leggings and one of Harry's massive t-shirts. He suggested I keep a sweater out just in case, but I don't see why. I still haven't seen what's in the bag that he packed for me, so I have no clue where we're going.

Once we're in Harry's Range Rover I close my eyes again. It's not even light outside, but I haven't looked at a clock so I have no idea what time it is.

"Harry?"

"Yes, love."

"Where are we going?" I ask quietly, rolling my head against the seat to look at him. He smiles but continues staring out at the road. "Come on, what's the point of keeping it from me now!"

"It's more fun this way," he says, looking at me quickly. "Plus, the more you ask me the more fun it is for me."

"Harry," I whine. He chuckles and reaches over to pat my leg.

"You'll be fine. Just wait a few hours."

When we get to the airport I watch curiously as Harry pulls into a private parking lot off to the back of the huge lot. That cute little smirk is back on his face, probably because he can see my confusion. When he puts the car in park I look around in confusion. We are no where near the airport anymore.

"Harry," I call, climbing out of the car. He opens the back door and takes both of our bags out. "Why did you park here? Now we're just going to have to take a cab to the airport."

"We're not going in the airport," he says simply, reaching for my hand. Our fingers tangle together and he pulls me towards a smaller building I didn't notice before. I look around in confusion, but I still have no idea what's going on.

"I'm so confused," I mutter. He laughs a little.

"This is a very popular time for people to go away," he explains finally. We walk through the doors of the place and Harry hands the guy some sort of card. We're allowed in and he continues. "I didn't want to risk someone seeing us together in the airport."

"So we aren't flying there?" I ask. He doesn't answer, just smiles and continues to walk. We go through security, although it's not as thorough as it is in the actual airport. We're lead to a private lounge, much fancier than I've ever seen. My family always flies first class, but we've never gotten treatment like this.

"Do they think we're royal?" I whisper as people bring in trays of breakfast foods. Harry laughs pulls me to the comfortable sofa and we sit down to eat. I think we've been mistaken for someone else, but this food looks amazing so I'll be whoever it is they think I am for a while.

"Liam has some connections," Harry says. I look at him with my mouth full of strawberry. He smiles and wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "I told him I wanted to do something special and he offered to get us a private plane."

I choke on my food mid-swallow and Harry's smile fades into worry while I cough and sputter like an invalid.

"What?" I croak. He hands me a glass of water and I take a few sips. "A private plane? Like one of those fancy small ones?"

"Yeah," he nods, rubbing my back while I continue to cough a little. I finally calm down and turn my body to his. This is so exciting!

"Wait, so who's going to be on the plane with us? Is it someone famous? Oh my goodness, please let it be like Liam Hemsworth or something!"

"I don't think he'll be there," Harry laughs, leaning back against the couch. I frown and he raises an eyebrow. "I'm not good enough for you?"

"No, you definitely are. But you're not famous so." I shrug and he laughs and shakes his head at me. "Seriously, though, how many other people are going to be on there with us?"

"Love, I don't think you understand the concept of a private plane," he says, laughing again. "It's just going to be the two of us."

"What?!" I squeal. He smiles and nods his head.

"Well, there will be a crew and probably a pilot, but other than that, yeah, just the two of us."

"Oh my gosh!" I bounce in my seat and pat Harry's leg a little too hard. "This is so amazing! Damn it, I wish you would have told me that. I dressed like a homeless person."

"You look fine," he laughs. I shrug and continue eating, looking around the room. The far wall is completely windows that look out onto the tarmac. There's a bunch of small planes sitting out there, one of which must be for us. Liam must be more loaded than I thought he was.

"So, now will you tell me where we're going?" I ask, getting up and walking over to the windows.

"No," he says simply. I look out the windows for a few minutes before I feel his arms snake around my waist. I close my eyes and lean into his body while he gently kisses the side of my head. "We're going to be able to do this in public," he whispers.

I smile widely and spin around in his arms. I loop mine around his neck. The idea of being able to be affectionate in from of other people is so weird to me. It's going to take some getting used to. For once we don't have to worry about what other people see.

"I kinda like you," I say quietly, brushing my nose against his. He chuckles and hugs me closer.

"Yeah, I guess you're alright," he says. I pull his face down to mine and kiss his lips, slowly and tenderly. He sighs and breaks it. "I told my sister about you."

"What?" I squeak, looking up at him. He looks happy but nervous. "Like...about me about me?"

"What?" he asks, laughing in confusion.

"Like...does she know that I'm seventeen?"

"Not exactly...I told her that there was an age gap, but she assumed that meant you were older. I just didn't disagree with her."

"Clever."

"Thanks." He pecks my lips. "She wants to meet you."

"Is that a good idea?" I ask nervously. It's not that I don't want to meet his family, I do, but that's a big step for any relationship. Plus, ours is a little bit not allowed, so who knows what she'll think of me.

"I didn't agree to it. It might be nice, though. It's not like she would say anything," he continues. I play with the curls at the back of his head absentmindedly with my bottom lip pulled between my teeth. Meeting Harry's sister..

"It's just a thought," he says quietly, putting his thumb under my lips and tugging it from my teeth. "It would require going to London, so it wouldn't happen for a while anyway. Only if you want to."

"Did you just ask me to go to England?" I ask him, smiling a little. He shrugs and one corner of his mouth pulls up in the crooked smile that I love.

"Do you want me to ask you to go to England?"

"Do you want me to want you to ask me to go to England?"

"Okay, this could go on for a while," he says, rolling his eyes. I laugh slightly and put my hands on either side of his face. "Eventually I will, though. Ask you to come with, I mean."

"I'd rather go by myself," I say awkwardly. He smirks and shakes his head. "Sorry."

I release him and walk back to the food, starting in on the pancakes. He laughs and sits beside me. He leans his head beside mine and opens his mouth.

"Really?" I ask, laughing a little at him. He opens his mouth wider and I feed him a bite of pancakes. He smiles and kisses my cheek.

After about an hour we're called to board our special plane. We're lead straight onto the tarmac where a man in a suit stands beside a drop-down staircase. Harry walks up to him and shakes his hand.

"You're Mr. Payne's friend?" the man asks. Harry nods. "Pleasure to meet you. I'll be your pilot today, Mr. Styles."

"Harry, please," Harry says. He puts his hand on my back and brings me to stand beside him. "This is Savannah. I'd like to keep our destination a surprise, if you could."

"What? Harry, we're getting on the plane, I think I can know now."

The pilot laughs. "Don't worry, I won't mention it. I'll tell the flight attendants."

"Thank you," Harry says. He smiles smugly at me and I just glare at him. He takes me hand and leads me up the stairs and into the plane. I barely fit in the height of the door, but as soon as we're inside the space increases dramatically. Harry leads me inside and when I can see around him my mouth drops open. It's incredible. there's a couch on one side with ables in front of it. There are two armchairs across from it that swivel around with a bar sitting next to them. There's a separation behind that room, and through the doors I think I see a bed. It's amazing.

"Wow," Harry says simply.

"Yeah," I agree. Does Liam fly like this all the time? I want a jet..

"I don't like it," Harry says suddenly. My mouth drops open and I smack his arm. What an ungrateful snot. He laughs and rubs his arm where I hit him. "It was a joke! Geez, woman. No need to get violent."

I step around him and drop my carry on off my shoulder. I lay down on the couch and sprawl out dramatically. I could definitely live on this plane. Harry smiles fondly at me and puts both of our bags in the overhead compartments. A flight attendant boards next, followed by one more. Two? Is that necessary?

"Mr. Styles," On says, reaching for a hand shake. He accepts.

"Harry, please. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Celine and this is Heather," she says, gesturing to the blonde next to her. I can see them both ogling my boyfriend so I quickly stand and reach my hand out as well to make my presence very known.

"I'm Savannah," I chirp. They both look slightly disappointed. Seriously?! I link my arm with Harry's just to make my point.

"So, we'll be taking off in about ten minutes," one of them says. "Make yourselves comfortable, but for take off you'll need to sit in the bucket seats." She gestures to the two arm chairs. "They're equipped with seat-belts. The restroom is just in front of the bedroom in the middle of the cabin. If you need anything let us know."

"Thank you," Harry says politely. He smiles at them and the blonde one blushes. Have some self respect. Seriously. I tug on Harry's hand and pull him back more. I want to see this bedroom. Sounds like that might be useful. It's a small room, but the bed is definitely big enough for two.

"We might just need to remind those flight attendants that we're together," I whisper. He laughs and pulls me back into the main area. "What? I wasn't joking."

He sits in one of the chairs and I sit across from him. "I know, that's why I was laughing. But that would be incredibly awkward."

"So?"

"They'll hear us," he continues slowly, like I don't understand what I'm suggesting. I shrug.

"Who cares. Gotta join the mile high club at some point, right?" I smile and put my feet up on his lap. He laughs and shakes his head at me. I know he's considering it. I'll just wait until we're up in the air to continue.

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"How long is this flight?" I ask Harry. He shrugs and pours two glasses of orange juice. "Harry, I know you know. We've been in the air for like three hours already. Please just tell me where we're going!"

He just laughs and adds champagne to the juice, carrying them over to where I sit on the couch. He hands one to me and sits down. He clinks his glass against mine and I just glare at him.

"Stare all you want, I'm not telling you," he says, reaching forward for one of the magazines.

"Fine. Then you are not joining the mile high club," I retort, sitting straight forward. He laughs again.

"That was your idea, not mine."

"Okay, what is it going to take for you to tell me where we're going?"

"I'll tell you once we get there," he says simply. He smirks to himself but doesn't look at me, continuing to flip through the magazine. I look past him and catch the flight attendants looking at him and whispering. One of them giggles and I frown. She looks at me then and blushes, quickly turning away.

"Harry, do me a favour and stop being so damn attractive."

He looks at me with a weird expression. "What?"

I look at the flight attendants and he follows my gaze. He sighs and wraps his arm around my shoulders. He doesn't say anything, though.

"Harry, I'm serious. How do you suggest I deal with all of the attention other girls give you. Any suggestion will do."

"Just don't pay attention," he says, shrugging. I roll my eyes. "What? I don't notice it, I only want your attention."

"That's corny and it's impossible not to notice it. How do you not notice this?" I sit up and stare at him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. He laughs and I sit back against the couch under his arm. "See. Obvious."

"No one does that," he says, still laughing. I look back at them and once again catch the blonde one watching us. Alright, only one option left. I stand abruptly and take his hand in mine, pulling him along with me and dragging him back into the bedroom. I slide the door shut and push him back onto the bed.

"Savannah, they're going to hear us." He props himself up his elbows with his legs hanging off the bed in front of me. I pull my shirt over my head and he tries not to smile. I made sure to wear a nice bra just in case of this very situation. I put my knees on either side of him and lower my crotch onto his. He takes a deep breath and I begin pulling his shirt up.

"I'll try to be quiet," I lie. He smiles and sits up putting his arms up so I can finish what I started.

"No you won't," he says, smiling at catching my lie. His hands slide from my hips up my sides to either side of my bra. "Did you at least lock the door?"

"Hmm..." I run the tip of my finger down the centre of his chest, over his butterfly and down to his v-lines. "I think so." No.

I lean down and kiss him aggressively. He wraps his arms around me completely, pressing our skin together. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I slowly slide my hands up his toned arms. I'll never get enough of his body. I don't blame other girls for staring...realistically he's extremely easy to look at. But he's mine.

He suddenly stands and I squeal and break the kiss. He turns around and throws me onto the bed. His fingers hook unto the bottom of my leggings and I lift my hips so he can pull them off. He throws them on the floor and crawls over top of me, one hand supporting his body, I hook one leg around his hip and he slides his hand along my thigh, slowly over my hip and up the side of my body. I reach between us and unbuckle his belt, or try to anyway. It proves to be a challenge.

"Seriously?" I breathe. He smiles and kisses my neck. "Who wears jeans on a plane?" My eyes flutter closed and he continues kissing down my neck and across my collarbone. He sits up and undoes the buckle himself, also unbuttoning and unzipping. He suddenly rolls off of me and pulls them off along with his boxers.

"Someone is suddenly eager," I laugh. He rolls back on top of me and kisses me hard. I moan and feel him against the inside of my leg. I quickly reach down and start to push my underwear down, which he finishes himself. He kisses me again and I feel him at my entrance, his tongue aggressively working against mine.

"Harry," I mumble between kisses. "Harry, condom."

"Fuck." He rolls off me and gets his jeans. He looks in the pockets but comes up empty. I laugh at him standing there naked. He smiles and slides his boxers on before walking to the door.

"What are you doing?" I ask panicked. He winks at me and walks out into the main area. He is not walking out in front of those frikken girls practically naked! I hear something crash against the ground.

"Excuse me," I hear Harry say. In another second he's back in the room, quite obviously holding a condom in his hand. He slides the door shut and locks it this time.

"Subtle," I joke. His boxers fall to the ground and I bite my lip. He slides the condom on and crawls back over top of me.

"I didn't think we were trying to do subtle," he says lowly. He kisses me again, his hand between my legs. He rubs torturous circles and I tug on his hair. Enough with the foreplay already. I was ready for this an hour ago.

"Harry," I groan. I wrap my legs around his waist and he puts his forearms on either side of my shoulders. My arms wrap around him, one around his neck and tangled into his hair, the other around his ribs with my hand against his back. He stares directly into my eyes and slowly eases inside me. My breathing gets fast and he slides his body up and down against mine. I pull his mouth back down to mine and he absorbs my moans. I was actually planning on trying to be quiet, but I don't think that's going to happen now. He tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth and my nails dig into his back. He starts moving faster and I feel his hot breath agains my neck, short and laboured spurts of air. His thrusts get sloppier and I feel myself tighten around him. I try to stay as quiet as possible as I come undone, but it probably wasn't enough for them not to hear us. Harry finishes quickly after me and collapses on top of me, his head resting against my chest above my breasts. I push his sweaty hair back from his face and we both try to catch our breath.

I definitely love this trip. Private plane..sex on a private plane...not having to hide for a few days. Best idea he's ever had. I hear Harry's breathing slow as I brush through his hair with my fingers and he lifts his head to look at me. He presses a slow, loving kiss to my lips.

"I'm hungry," he says, smiling at me. I roll my eyes and laugh a little.

"I'm not making you a sandwich, if that's what you're implying."

"I would make you a sandwich," he says.

"Great, I'll just wait in here." I smile up at him and he rolls his eyes as he leans down to kiss me again.

"Come on." He rolls off of me and starts redressing himself. I watch as he stands to pull his jeans up his legs. "Seriously, I'm hungry."

"Okay," I laugh. He tosses me my underwear and I slide them up, followed by my leggings and then my shirt. I frown as he pulls his on. I like to look at him, too. He smiles when he catches me, and holds his hand out for me to take. We walk back into the main area and the two women awkwardly look at us as we sit down on the couch.

"They totally heard us," I whisper. I should probably be embarrassed...but I'm not. He laughs and kisses my forehead.

We get served lunch and spend the rest of the flight talking and playing weird games. I try to get information out of him about where we're going, and as we approach the six hour mark I start getting really annoyed.

"Okay, you're not actually taking me to England, are you?" I ask suddenly. He laughs and shakes his head.

"No. I would give you some warning for that."

"Yeah, you better. Seriously, how much longer?"

"We'll be starting out decent soon," one of the flight attendants says. She stops beside the couch and gestures to the armchairs. "If you could sit here and fasten your seatbelts. Would you like anything in the meantime?"

Harry looks at me and I shake my head. "We're fine," he says politely. She nods and walks back to the area where they work. They've both been really awkward since we...yeah. Harry ad I sit across from each other and put our seatblets on as we're told. Before he does though, he stands and slides the cover down over the windows beside me.

"Seriously?" I ask, annoyed.

"Just let me have my fun, I want you to be surprised," he says sweetly.

"Alright fine," I finally agree. I put my legs on his and he just stares at me. "What?"

"Nothing." He smiles small and continues to stare at me. I try to look away, but it's very distracting.

"Harry, you're being creepy." He laughs and looks out his window. "Hey, if you're going to make me wait to see where we are, then you can't look either."

"Fine," he agrees, pulling the cover over his window. I was hoping he would let me look, too. "Oh, don't look so grumpy. You'll get to see in like fifteen minutes."

I cross my arms and he smiles adoringly at me. I swear, the way he looks at me sometimes. It makes my stomach do flips. We sit in silence as the plane descends. When we hit the ground I sit straight up in my seat. Harry laughs and when we get the okay we take our seat-belts off and start gathering our things. I'm racing to get off the plan so I can see where the hell we are.

"Slow down," Harry laughs. He hands me the sweater he made me take with. "You're going to need this. And this." The answer to why he brought such a massive carry-on is answered when he pulls out a winter coat for me. So I know that it's cold. I put it on and Harry pulls one out for himself as well. The door at the front opens and I throw my bag over my shoulder and walk towards it. Harry pulls me back and kisses me suddenly.

"I love you," he whispers. My heart practically stops. He hasn't said that since we were fighting and he said it for the first time. He doesn't give me a chance to respond; he knows that I can't somehow. He takes my hand and leads me to the door and down the steps. We both shake hands with and thank the pilot. Harry confirms the flight home and I look around. Lots of tall buildings...one in particular catches my eye.

"Welcome to New York," Harry says beside me.

Notes

i have where we are tickets woooooooooooo ON THE FLOOR frik im so fucking excited.

mile high club bitches.
any of you guys members :P im not, just to be clear. although it sounds interesting.

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