Isabelle's P.O.V

“And promise me you’ll call every day,” Kate gushed. She leaned in, her voice dropping, “And tell me everything about what goes on between…you know.” I blushed furiously and dropped my head, so that Harry, who was sitting a few seats away, did not see. “I promise,” I said, “You know Kate, it’s only for three days.”

“I know!” she almost shrieked, “But you’re going off to meet his family. Not to mention that you’re dating for real now, so you’d better not screw this up.” I rolled my eyes, “Gee Kate, thanks for the vote of confidence.” She giggled and hugged me once more.

“Take care, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” I grinned at how dramatic she was being, “I’ll see you in seventy-two hours. Not days; hours.” Kate made an exasperated sound and turned, waving at me again before disappearing behind the corner that led to the main hall of the airport. I made my way over to Harry and plopped into the seat next to him. I looked over and noticed that he was slouched in his chair, wearing sunglasses and a drawn-up hood, texting someone. I craned my neck.

“Who’re you texting?”

“Gemma,” he replied, staring at me over the rim of his glasses, “She can’t wait to meet you.” I nodded, “Did you tell her that…you know…we weren’t really dating before?” He shrugged, “I don’t see any reason to pester her with useless information,” he said seriously, but a grin cracked through, and I smiled at him.

“So,” I changed the topic, staring around at my surroundings. We sat at gate 27, and by the looks of it, it wasn’t going to be a packed flight. It was strange, because usually the airport was really busy on Christmas, or sometimes it was even closed, period. “Did you know that this is my second time on a plane ride in less than a month?”

Harry lowered his glasses and shoved his phone back in his pocket. I could barely see his curly hair under his hood; it was drawn up and closed tightly. “Well,” he said, “You’re not flying in a plane. You’re flying in a private jet.” I must’ve looked confused, because he smirked at me, “What? You didn’t really think we were going to take a public plane, were you? We would’ve, but today’s Christmas. The airport’s closed. I just managed to squeeze in a flight.”

So that’s why the airport looked so deserted. I should’ve figured that out sooner. It didn’t help me now. All I could do was blush deeply while Harry chuckled good-naturedly. “Relax,” he told me, and he grabbed my hand. I found the gesture oddly comforting, and I wanted to pull him into my arms and kiss him right there, but
I still didn’t fell right about doing so in a public place. Even if there was no public around.

Suddenly a woman wearing a blue uniform appeared. The uniform was made up of a navy blouse a skirt, with a chiffon scarf tied around her neck. Her hair was twirled up into an intricate bun. “Hi, Mr. Styles? Your plane waits.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, standing up, as the woman led us over to the door right above the sign ‘27’. The flight attendant smiled and opened the door, and I clutched my suitcase a little tighter as
Harry took my hand and led me down the tiny hallway that led into the plane. We stepped onto the jet, and I looked inside, trying not to gape too much. The inside was plush. Four leather sofa-recliners were inside, two on either side of the plane, with a tiny coffee table in between. There was a wide walkway that stretched to the back of the plane, where the bathroom was. The plane smelled like cinnamon.

“Have you ever used this before?” I asked Harry, and he nodded. That explained the cinnamon smell. Magazines were laid out expertly on the coffee tables, and I caught glimpses of Tiger Beat, Hello, and People. The pilot stood at the front of the plane, along with two burly workers dressed in uniforms that resembled the attire of mechanics. “Good afternoon,” the pilot smiled warmly, “Would you please hand your suitcases to these men here, so that they can put them in the bottom baggage area of the jet?”

“Oh, um, okay,” I said, never really having been pampered this much. I handed my green suitcase to a man and he carried it back the way we came. I felt bad for him. Why had I brought the baggage here when he could’ve met me outside, and I could’ve saved him a walk down the hall?

Harry led me over to a recliner where I sat down tentatively, and he just plopped down on the seat across from me. I put my hands in my lap neatly and sat stiffly, afraid that people would think I was spoiled if I got too comfy. Harry noticed and chuckled, and crossed back over to me. He took both of my hands and laid them out on each sofa arm.Then he pushed me back lightly so that I was leaning on the shining leather. My skin prickled wherever he touched. “Lie back,” he told me, holding in a laugh, “You look like a statue.”

I relaxed, but only slightly. The pilot’s voice came on the intercom, introducing the airline and welcoming us, telling us that we should turn off all electronics and that we’d be beginning our ascent momentarily. He also added that a flight attendant would be coming around to take our orders if we wanted anything. I shifted in my seat and stared out the window as Harry buckled up and we began along the runway.

In a few minutes, we were airborne. I stared as the ground got smaller and smaller and as the clouds enveloped us in the sky.

There were a few moments of awkward silence. Desperate for something to do, I grabbed the nearest magazine and opened it up to a random page. My eyes fell on a ginormous poster of Harry. I used my thumb as a bookmark and flipped back to the cover; I’d grabbed an issue of Tiger Beat.

Flipping back to the poster, I stared at the photo of Harry. He was wearing a leather jacket with a white V-neck t-shirt underneath and blue jeans. His hair was swept to the side perfectly, and he was holding a coffee tray with three lattes with whipped cream. I noticed the Starbucks logo. His smile: I couldn’t describe it. He just made me melt.

I must have blushed, because Harry looked over at me and smirked, “What are you getting so hot about?” he asked teasingly, but I guessed he actually had no idea. I shook my head, not wanting to show him, afraid that he’d look at me like I was a stalker. But he reached over, faster than I could’ve imagined, and plucked the issue from my hand. “Hey!” I said, feeling defensive, and he stared at the photo.

I flushed a pink as he gazed over at me from the top of the magazine. I expected him to say something about how creepy I was, but instead he tossed down the magazine and simply shrugged, “I’ve always hated that photo.”

“What?” I blurted, and he grinned. I continued, “How can you hate that? It’s gorgeous.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he told me, and I blushed even deeper as he smirked. I buried my face in my jacket sleeves as he spoke again, “How can you not think so?” His voice was mocking, as if he wanted to imitate my previous question. “Because girls are self-conscious,” I explained timidly, speaking through my sleeves.

Harry unbuckled his seatbelt, clearly realising that we were safe to do so. I stared out the window, watching the clouds drift by lazily.
“Girls are so wrapped up in themselves that they don’t notice how nervous and sweaty guys feel,” a voice murmured in my ear. I jumped and whipped around, only to find Harry crouched beside me, balancing on his heels. He grinned at me when he saw my shocked expression. “You—you were just there! And now you’re over—what?” he shot me a teasing look and settled into a sitting position on the coffee table. I wondered if it could hold him.

“So,” Harry clapped his hands, staring at me intensely. I was very aware of his knee poking into my shin. Why am I still so nervous? I’ve kissed him before. I’ve shared a bed with him before. Only once, mind you. I guess I still had to get used to the fact that he was mine.

“Are you enjoying your first ride on a private jet?” he continued, jarring me out of my thoughts. I looked around the interior of the jet again, “Well…yeah. I can’t imagine who wouldn’t enjoy it.” Harry chuckled and put a hand on my knee. My heart immediately began to pound faster. He leaned forward and so did I. But right before our lips made contact, I pulled back. “You should probably sit back in your seat. What if we hit turbulence?” he chuckled again. “We won’t.”

Believing him, I unbuckled and paced around the jet, marvelling at the accommodations. A few minutes later, Harry laughed, “You know it’s not polite to stare.” I turned back to him, only to find that he’d steeled back into his seat and was flipping through an issue of Hello! He looked up at me for a moment, and I said, “Can you blame me?”

“I guess not,” he sighed dramatically, “I mean, you get the whole package: Humour, good looks and great accommodations.”

“Yep,” I said, “This jet really is something.” Harry chuckled and then grabbed my hand. He tugged me to him and I stared down as he lounged in his seat, “I wasn’t exactly referring to the jet.” I grinned, “I know.”

Suddenly the plane jostled in the air, and I fell forward; right onto Harry. I landed in his lap and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. He looked up at me. He didn’t look surprised; he only smirked at me, as if this was what he’d planned. I wondered if Harry would ever, genuinely be shocked at something.

“Oh,” I said, shifting. I tried to move off of his lap, but he shifted so that I fell back down. I looked at him skeptically, but he only smiled wryly and pushed some hair out of my eyes, “You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning my face. Butterflies flew around in my stomach, making me dangerously dizzy, “So do it,” I whispered.

He took my face in his hands gently and touched his lips to mine. The kiss was pleasant, and I curled up on his lap, winding my arms around his neck and pressing him harder to me. His fingers dug into the small of my back and he smiled against my mouth. I felt as though everything was perfect. The world melted away, and all that stayed was Harry and me, the only two people left.
Harry pulled me down closer to him, and feeling courageous, I grinded my hips down on his. He moaned into my mouth, and his hips began moving in circles, grinding us together even harder. I pulled back, panting, and pressed my forehead against his. His hands trailed from my cheeks to through my hair, to down my shoulders, along my torso, and he finally found what he was looking for. His fingers brushed over my jean-clad core, and I shivered involuntarily. He grinned, staring into my eyes, no doubt satisfied with the reaction he was getting. His fingers flicked over my center again, and I moaned aloud. He grinned even wider as I slapped my palm to my mouth, desperately praying that my moan hadn't been heard by anyone who wasn't supposed to hear it.

"Harry," I whispered, "Please. There are other people here."

"All the more reason, baby," he murmured seductively, and I shuddered. His hand slid up to grope my breast over my coat, and I closed my eyes, throwing my head back and sucking in air between my teeth. He took this as an opportunity to kiss and suckle my neck lightly. It took everything I had to keep quiet.

"You're so wet, baby," Harry grunted out, and I bit my lip to keep from groaning. "Ugh, Harry," I panted as I felt his hands palm me over my jeans. I felt wanton grow in between my legs.

There was another bump and we were jostled around again. The force was enough to pry us apart. I stared into Harry’s eyes, feeling breathless. “I—I told you we’d hit turbulence.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled warmly. “I don’t care.”

He pulled me to him again and kissed me. It had only been a nanosecond before the pilot’s voice came back onto the intercom, warning us that we were driving through a patch of rough weather and would experience some turbulence. No kidding, I thought. He then asked us to kindly strap on our seatbelts. I retreated away from Harry, blushing madly. It’s not exactly normal to be interrupted right in the middle of a make-out session without sensing obvious tension.

I stared out the window for a few minutes while the plane jostled slightly. I could feel the engines vibrating like a buzzer, and wondered if they would fail. That would be sad, and ironic. I made up a newspaper headline in my mind. Anguished teen finally finds a boyfriend and then is killed in a plane crash. There’s the fairy tale ending I’ve always wanted.

Finally we were notified that we had passed through the ‘rough patch’ and that it was okay to stand up again. Harry and I unbuckled our seat belts but made no move towards each other. He just sat there, smirking at me, while I stared at him nervously, chewing on my bottom lip. I don’t think that he was mad; more like entertained with the way I was acting.

Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore, “What?” I blurted. He cocked an eyebrow mockingly. “Nothing. Just thinking about how good of a kisser you are.” I looked down and felt blood rush to my cheeks.

“You’re just saying that. I haven’t had any experience.”

“You’re a natural,” he said simply. My heart tried not to flutter when he said those words, but I felt as if it had flew into my throat, stopping my ability to speak. I struggled to find my voice. Finally, I managed to say, “Um, thanks.” I shot him a small smile, one that he returned, and he said, “You look nervous.”

“Well yeah,” I said, “A little bit.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think, Harry? I’m going to meet your mother and your sister, and I’ve never even heard anything about them before. We’re spending three days there, which is a lot, considering that we’re practically strangers. And to top it all off, I’ve just kissed you, and then we’re wrenched apart, which is pretty awkward in my books.”

The whole time I spoke, Harry was shaking in silent laughter. I
became defensive. Why was he laughing at me? “What?” I asked sourly. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his curly hair. I longed to do that. “Nothing,” he said, still smiling, “You just don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand?” I asked skeptically. He leaned forward on his recliner, and so did I, so that our noses were only an inch apart. He smelled like cinnamon, as always. My nose tickled.

Harry looked at me intensely, and I willed myself to not let my gaze drop. He smirked at me and then said, “You don’t understand the fact that I like you.” I was a bit shocked, and I guess my expression showed it. “What the hell?” I whispered, and he grinned.

“You—,” he faltered, “You’re just so self-conscious. About everything. When will you understand that I like you for you? I like it when you get all flustered and nervous. It’s sexy.” I blushed and stared at the ground. Harry chuckled, “See? I like that.”

He liked it when I got uncomfortable? It made me sexy, in his eyes? My heart flushed with pleasure at the thought. Tingles shot up my spine like arcs of electricity, and I fiddled with my fingers, not wanting him to see how weird this made me feel. When I looked up at him, he was grinning.

“You know,” Harry said, smirking at me, “You look pretty tired. Maybe you should sleep for a bit.”

“Are you sure you won’t try and seduce me?” I countered. He held up his hands, “I can’t make any promises.” I laughed but leaned back against my seat anyways, feeling for the latch on the side. I pulled it up and part of the sofa shot up below me, providing a space for my feet. Pushing back on the spine of the recliner, I closed my eyes. A moment later, I was asleep.

Notes

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