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After the night that Harry and I had last night, I was hoping we would all be traveling from London to New York together. Then I could find some excuse to cuddle up with him on the plane and sleep off this hangover. We had stayed at the pub until the wee hours of the morning, not wanting to leave during Ed’s second, or even third, set. We took our time, switching from beer to shots to hard liquor, the night getting a little blurrier with each new drink we took. By the time we finally decided to call it an evening, between the liquor swimming through my veins and the desire from Harry’s hands being all over my ass the entire time, all I wanted to do was take him straight to bed and have my way with him.

But he said no.

He actually said no. We’d rushed into the physical aspect of this new relationship already, from the meet and greet touching to the almost drunken sex on the couch. Now that we were really going to do this, the first time we did it wouldn’t be when we were both smashed. No matter how much we both wanted to. I’d told him that was rubbish (in my entirely inebriated logic). If I wanted to jump his bones, I should be allowed to, regardless of how many drinks I’d had. But he was insistent. I made him promise me that he wasn’t going to make me wait forever, just until I was sober.

The adventurous side of me was hoping that the cuddling up on the plane would allow me to convince him to join the mile high club, if he wasn’t already an active member.

My alarm had gone off bright and stupidly early this morning. Since I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself if I’d been lying in a bed with a (probably) naked Harry in my altered state, I’d made the driver who had picked us up take me back to Liam’s, and then return Harry to wherever he was staying at during the weeklong break. He’d pouted a bit but when he still refused to agree to my scandalous terms, I’d refused to let him inside.

I hoped his hangover was worse than mine and that he was ten times as sexually frustrated as I was when I’d woken up.

Thankfully, I’d already packed my things so I was able to hit the snooze button on my phone a couple of times before Liam popped his head in and told me that the car would be by in about half an hour to pick me and Liv up. I’d had to ask Liv why Liam wasn’t riding with us to the airport when he’d gone to jump in the shower.

“Oh, the boys aren’t leaving until early this afternoon. My flight leaves right after yours does. They have all of you that are here flying to JFK on a commercial flight because the private jet isn’t big enough for everyone. And, obviously the guys can’t really take a public flight anymore.”

“I almost forgot you were going back home.” I said as I stuffed a few bites of my cereal into my mouth. It wasn’t the healthiest breakfast option, but I didn’t have a whole lot of extra time for anything else. I’d thrown my hair up into the messiest ponytail I could get away with, changed clothes, brushed my teeth, and threw on just enough makeup to look semi-human before bringing my bags into the living room to wait with Liv.

“Yeah, I miss the kiddo.” She smiled, but there was a touch of sadness radiating from it.

“But you’re going to miss Liam.”

“But I’m definitely going to miss Liam.” She picked up both of our bowls and rinsed the remaining milk into the sink as a knock sounded from the front door. I grabbed my bags and started towards the door to allow Liv and Liam a little bit of privacy to say goodbye. I knew they’d gotten close and there would probably be tears from at least one of them. Opening the door, I smiled at Mitchell, one of the boys’ regular drivers, as he helped move my bags from the foyer to the trunk of his town car. I was pleasantly surprised when just a few moments later, Liam and Liv both emerged from the house, her slightly pink nose the only sign of any tears exchanged at all. I loved them both, but I was crossing my fingers that they hadn’t gotten too attached to each other too quickly. Especially with everything that both of their lives entailed.

Liam handed Liv’s bags to Mitchell before he turned and quickly pulled me into a tighter embrace than I was expecting. I chuckled as we said our swift goodbyes, reminding him that I would see him in just a couple of hours. I slid into the backseat as he bent down and softly pressed his lips to Liv’s. She held on a couple of seconds longer before joining me in the car. Once Mitchell had all of our belongings secured, he closed the trunk and headed off to the airport.

“So, when are you going to tell me how your night with Harry went? I was expecting an onslaught of angry texts or an irate call for butting in when I wasn’t asked.” Liv turned to face me, a smirk pulling up the corner of her mouth.

“We left your stupid set up, Liv. You and Liam are about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. We met up with some of his friends and had a few drinks.” Not a lie. “But, it wasn’t a big deal.” Definitely a lie. “Just because you and Liam are -- whatever you and Liam are -- doesn’t mean that the rest of us want the same thing. I don’t do relationships. He doesn’t do relationships. End of story.”

Harry and I had mutually agreed last night not to include anyone else in our business. At least, not yet. We wanted to take the time to ourselves before we involuntarily asked for everyone’s opinions on our relationship.

“But you two are perfect for each other. And I know the chemistry is there. Everyone knows the chemistry is there.” She argued.

“Just because we want to rip each other’s clothes off doesn’t mean we’d be good together on a deeper level, Liv. You should know that. We may have a future as friends with benefits, cause lord knows I want that man’s benefits. But, that’s where this story ends.”

“For now.” She muttered under her breath.

I decided not to push the issue, afraid that my lying wasn’t as up to par as I thought it was. The second I tried to continue to convince her, she would catch on and we would be figured out before we’d even really started. The idea of having our own secret was exciting, but with Harry never really being alone, I wasn’t convinced it was a secret we were going to be able to keep for very long. I pulled my phone out of my carry-on bag and started typing.



Dropping my phone back into my bag, I’m not expecting an answer for some time now that I knew the boys don’t have to be up as early. If I had another couple of hours to sleep, I would not be awake. Liv and I made it into the airport without any incident, and we immediately found the rest of the crew waiting at my gate. I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure there were enough of us waiting in the waiting area to fill the entire plane. When we’re traveling on tour buses and staying in hotels, it gets easy to forget just how many people are part of making this tour what it is. I’m immediately grateful for this new family that I’ve found. We only had to wait for about ten minutes before the flight attendants are calling our plane to board. I turned towards Liv and threw my arms around her neck. We tell each other that we’ll see the other soon, but I’m not sure how realistic that is. She’s still a mom and she still has an entirely different life to return to. I promise to look out for Liam for her while she’s gone, and she promises me once a week Skype dates.

“Love you, Lo.” She squeezed me tight as I repeated her sentiment back to her. Throwing her carry-on over her shoulder, she walked away from my gate and towards her own as I pulled out my ticket and headed onto the plane. I ended up with a window seat towards the back of the plane, with one of the wardrobe girls sitting next to me. I found a pair of ear buds in my bag and felt the buzz of an incoming text coming in as I worked to get everything situated for the long flight.






Once we arrive in NYC and get everyone to the hotel and situated, I quickly find out that I need to get everyone’s hotel room keys and get them handed out so that the staff can get settled in. Since the tour accounting department handles all of the travel bills, I also have to deal with this part of the job. There’s always an unforeseen issue, but thankfully this particular hotel seems to have everything under control. All of the rooms with specified issues are correct and there are the correct number of keys on the first try. I get all of the key cards out to the staff, giving the boys’ cards to the tour manager who will make sure to have them ready for the boys when they return to the hotel this evening.

When I finally get to my own room, I face plant on the cloud like bed, positive that a few more minutes in this position and I’d be taking an unplanned nap. Before I can drift off into lala land, I hear my phone ringing from its place in my bag. Worried that it might be someone from the tour who needs help, I run to grab it, answering without bothering to check the caller ID.

“’Ello?” I only sprinted across the hotel room. I shouldn’t be so out of breath.

“Did you initiate yourself into that airline club?” His voice was rough, as if he still needed several hours of sleep. I smiled as I laid back on the bed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased back. But I wasn’t prepared for the growl that came from his gut, or the effect that it immediately had on me. I balled my fist up in the down comforter next to my hip, hoping that if I squeezed the material hard enough, it would take some of the sexual tension away.

“Don’t fuck with me, Logan.” Demanding Harry was one of my favorites. He was constantly so laid back and kind that when he got ticked off or impatient, it was hot as hell. “Did you, or did you not, touch yourself on the plane, thinking of the two of us joining the mile high club? Because I had to jack off in the fucking lavatory when I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Well. I wasn’t expecting that. The mental image of Harry with his hand wrapped around his hard dick, pumping up and down, in the tiny in-flight bathroom because he couldn’t wait, made every nerve ending in my body start to buzz.

“I fell asleep for pretty much the entire flight.” I admitted softly.

“I know we agreed to keep this whole thing quiet,” I could hear what sounded like a tiny amount of desperation laced with that accent. “But you should have just flown with us. We could have come up with a valid excuse.”

“It would have raised suspicions and you know that. I lied to Liv this morning, and although I hated doing it, I just want to keep you to myself for a little while.”

He sighed. “Alright. But I still get to see you tonight, yes?”

“I can’t wait.” I answer honestly.

Once we’d agreed on him letting me know when he was back at the hotel and alone, I decided to do a little bit of exploring. And, let’s be honest, I was in NYC and I wanted to shop. Our hotel was situated in the middle of several blocks of middle to high-end fashion boutiques. I wouldn’t be able to splurge an entire month’s rent on a dress that I’d only be able to wear a few times, but I had a feeling that I could find something worth my while.

The second I stumbled upon a trendy lingerie shop nestled between a men’s clothing boutique and an over priced children’s store, the ideas started flowing. I spent a good hour or so trying on several different pieces before settling on a gorgeous teal lace push up bra and a matching set of lace hipster panties, showing just enough cleavage and butt cheek to amp the sexy up a notch. When the sales associate threw on a chunky pearl necklace and a set of nude pumps, I was over the moon sold.

Checking the time on my watch, I recognized that it was nearing the time Harry had said he would be done with rehearsals. With a bit of pep in my step, I made it back to the hotel without issue and walked straight up to the front desk attendant.

“Good evening. How may I help you?” The same man who had helped me with the room keys earlier asked, a friendly smile on his face.

“Chad, yes! I was up here earlier getting all of the cards for the One Direction tour. I seem to have misplaced a key to room 709. I was hoping I could get another one before my boss gets wind of this.” I gave him my most genuine look, hoping that I wouldn’t get caught red handed in my obvious lie. If it had been anyone else helping me, I had no doubt that I wouldn’t have gotten away with it. But by some twist of fate, Chad remembered me. He voiced his sympathy for my unfortunate turn of events, but he gladly handed me a copy of the key card to Harry’s room. I almost skipped to the elevator, anxious to get to his room before he did.

Popping open the door to his room, I left the lights off and almost tripped over the suitcase that the staff had already delivered to his room. Finding the separate bedroom, I quickly changed into my new purchase, pearls and heels included, threw my clothes into the shopping bag and stuffed it into a corner. Climbing back onto the king sized bed, I settled into the pillows and waited rather impatiently. I spent the next fifteen minutes browsing through various social media sites, hoping not to see any mention of our night out. There were a couple of tweets telling the world that a Harry Styles lookalike was out on the London streets last night, but no one who had actually discovered that it wasn’t a lookalike after all. By some sort of miracle, we hadn’t been found out.

I heard the loud click of the outside door, letting me know that Harry was back. Biting the corner of my lip, sitting on the bed so exposed, I was suddenly very nervous that this wasn’t a good idea. I wasn’t sure that I could stomach another rejection in such a short time frame. Drunk or not, it stung more than I cared to admit out loud. And when I heard not only Harry’s voice, but also another deep voice following it, the nerves intensified. I hadn’t even considered that he might not be alone when he got back to the room.

“I just need to jump in the shower real quick, man. You can hang out here if you want.” I heard his voice coming closer with every syllable. Holding my breath, I waited for the sound of the light flicking on, hoping like hell that Harry’s guest would stay out in the sitting room. I saw the toe of his boots and the edge of his duffle bag that he had thrown over his shoulder before he saw me. He dropped the bag to the floor, his eyes finally catching sight of me lounging on his bed in the lingerie I’d bought for him.

His eyes started at my heels, slowly raking up my long, bare legs. When they finally reached the lace covering my most intimate place, I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. But his visual interrogation didn’t stop there. His gaze continued to rise, falling over my bare stomach and finally catching a glimpse of the lace cups pushing what little cleavage I normally had to a whole new level. He was biting his bottom lip, his hand falling to the bulge he was now sporting, adjusting himself before he quickly turned towards the guest in the other room.

“Actually, mate. I’m a bit exhausted. Rain check?” It might have been just me, but I was pretty sure his voice was an octave higher than it normally is. The thought made me giggle to myself.

“Of course. See you at sound check tomorrow, man.” Now that I could hear the other man more clearly, I recognized the voice immediately. Jesse was the guitar player for Madison Lee, and one of Adam’s best friends. At least, the last time that I’d seen them, they had been inseparable. Regardless of my very apparent issues with Adam, I had none with Jesse. He didn’t owe me anything after the break-up. I’d heard that he’d told Adam off for being such a royal idiot over the whole thing, which had always made me smile in fond appreciation for him.

Harry turned back to me, his chest rising and falling quickly. I couldn’t ever remember having such an immediate effect on anyone. It made me feel powerful. And hot.

“I thought I’d save you the trouble of letting me know when you were back.” I shrugged my shoulders casually, as if seducing him wasn’t on my mind.

“Just thought you’d lie around in your knickers and wait for me?” He was moving closer now, his hands crossing in front of him as he grabbed the hem of his white tee and pulled it over his head. I studied the tattoos that littered his chest, not bothering to hide my stare. He sat next to my body on the bed, bending over at the waist to pull his boots off. The second that his boots were lined up neatly against the nightstand, his fingers were lightly outlining the lace on my chest. Immediate goose bumps erupted all over my skin.

The feel of his cool tongue replacing his fingers had me moaning out in pleasure.

“You’re going to kill me if you keep putting these dirty thoughts on the table. And then surprising me with this display of skin? If I don’t make it to my twenty second birthday I won’t be shocked.” He wasn’t speaking loudly, but the vibration from his deep voice alone was causing my body to react involuntarily. My hips bucked, trying to connect with any part of his body that was close enough.

“Harry, please.” I begged.

“Please what, baby?” His tongue dipped below the rough fabric on my sensitive flesh. “Use your words. What do you want?”

“I need your skin on mine. Please.” I reached for his arms, trying unsuccessfully to drag him on top of my body until he was ready. He only made me suffer for a few seconds before he crawled on top of me, the feel of his black denim against my legs bringing a whole new sensation to the mix. The bare skin of his chest felt red hot against my stomach. Holding up his weight on his elbows, he reached both hands up, grabbed the fabric of the bra cups and pulled them down. Both breasts popped free, starving for his attention. One rough hand cupped my left one, his lips instantly attaching to the right one. Sucking the entire nipple into his mouth, my head fell back as far as possible. I whimpered, desperate for his touch now more than ever. When he bit down, I was certain I couldn’t wait any longer. My hand found his still clothed erection as his mouth left my breast and landed on my parted lips.

I was having enough trouble breathing before he stole the little air I had left.

I continued the assault on his member with my hand, my hips matching the rhythm my arm was setting. Harry dropped his head to my collarbone, trying to fight against his body as his hips started thrusting into my hand. I pulled my hand away as his hands landed on my hips, his body taking over as he continued thrusting into the crotch of my now soaked panties. He would be lucky if the zipper of his jeans wasn’t drenched.

Without warning, he threw his body off of mine and towards the end of the bed, scraping his fingers down my flesh and taking my panties completely off as he went. Throwing them over his shoulder without a care as to where they landed, he pushed my knees open, holding them to the bed as he stared. In my younger days, I would have fought against him taking me all in. I would have been more than embarrassed, to be laid out like this for him. But with age comes the knowledge that I want this, and that is nothing to be embarrassed about.

His large hands pushed up my legs to rest on my stomach as he dove in with his tongue. There were no kisses on the inside of my thighs to warn me that he was about to lick me crazy. My fingers curled into his hair, pulling harder than they ever had before. His mouth was lethal, and with a well-placed lick and a tug with his front teeth, he sucked my clit into his mouth, flattened his tongue against the sensitive nub, and sent me into outer space. My eyes clinched shut as I cried his name out. For several frantic seconds, I was shaking with passion. And then I was clouded in trying to steady my heart rate enough to come back down to earth.

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the sound of a zipper and the ripping of a foil packet, but I was in such orgasmic bliss that I wouldn’t have remembered my name had anyone asked. With my senses muddled and my brain mush, my breath caught in my throat when Harry reappeared and gave no notice before he thrust his dick into me. We both let out a low groan, me adjusting to his size and him taking a few moments to not lose it all right then.

“Oh my god, Harry…” He was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with. Granted, there haven’t been that many, but I wasn’t expecting it. I hadn’t even had a chance to size him up before was deep inside me.

“Logan, please tell me you’re not a virgin.” He still hadn’t started moving his hips, laying the weight of his body on mine, and sinking us farther into the mattress. “I know you said that you lived with Adam, and I assumed that you slept with him, but you are so tight.” His forehead rested on mine, our noses side by side.

“Not a virgin.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together behind his back. Picking my hips up with my legs, I adjusted the angle so he could sink deeper. The hiss that came out of his mouth let me know that I was successful. I lifted his face from mine, leaning up to press my lips to his. Our tongues met and he started moving his hips, thrusting in and out slowly at first. Within a minute of consistent slow movements, Harry found his groove and his speed intensified.

The sound of our bodies connecting and our breathing becoming labored was all I could hear.

“I’m not gonna last long.” He confessed.

“Thought you were a ladies’ man, poptart.” I teased. He thrust hard into me, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

“Yeah well, you’re the one doing this to me.” He didn’t wait for a response. Some people make love. Other people hookup. But this was down and dirty fucking. And Harry was right, he didn’t last long. A few second later and were both crying out, our sweaty bodies coming together. Once we were spent, Harry rolled over, pulling out of my body carefully. I looked over at the adorably disheveled man beside me.

“One helluva welcome there, love.” He mumbled. I winked at him, watching his lean body as he pushed himself off the side of the bed and headed into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower start up, before Harry stuck his head back into the bedroom. “Clean up with me?”

“And a movie after?” I asked, hopeful. I’d started the sexual nature of the evening, but now I was craving something a bit tamer. Nodding his head, Harry held out his hand and motioned me into the shower with him.

If every time that we had to head somewhere new, we had a reconnection like that one, I would gladly take a different flight. Every. Single. Time.
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Notes

I got another chapter done this week! I hope you guys loved it. It had been awhile since we'd seen Harry and Logan's sexier side... As always, likes, dislikes, ratings, and reviews are welcome!

Hope you're all having a fantastic weekend. :)