Groaning, I opened my eyes, blinking in the bright morning light. An ache spread through my neck and shoulders as I sat up, looking around the room blearily. Discarded plates of pad thai sat on the coffee table, the TV screen dark. Harry was spread out on the couch, his feet on my lap. He seemed so peaceful, so innocent, lying there. His curls were tousled, falling over his eyes as he slept. Guilt flashed through my mind as I realized that Harry had slept over. Another guy had slept over while my boyfriend was away. We hadn't done anything, but the burning sensation of embarrassment and guilt still filled my heart.
"Harry. Harry wake up." I said, grabbing his leg and shaking it.
He moaned, rolling over and rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"What time is it?" He grumbled.
"8:00." I replied, glancing at my phone and the string of notifications that filled my screen. I had at least five texts from Paul.
"What?" Harry exclaimed, jolting out of his comfortable position. "I'm late! I was supposed to fly home today and see my mum!"
I watched as he hurried through the room, grabbing his jacket and his phone and shoving his shoes onto his feet.

He got on the phone, talking in hushed tones to his manager. I watched him, hoping I hadn't messed up all of his plans. Anger flashed in his eyes as he ended the call, running a hand through his hair.
"What did they say?" I asked worriedly.
"I don't have time to fly home today. The pilot already left with Liam." Harry muttered. "God! I only have two days with my family and now I'll have about 8 hours to spend with them!"
I bit my lip nervously, unsure of what I was about to suggest. Deciding to be brave, I forced myself to make him an offer.
"Harry? Um… I have to be in London next week anyway, for fashion week. I have a private jet. We can leave today. I can take you." I said, my voice full of uncertainty.
Harry whipped around, a smile appearing on his face.
"Really?" He asked, his eyes gleaming with hope.
"Yeah! I need to get some visits in with my friends anyway."
"That would be amazing! Thank you Nera!" Harry exclaimed, pulling me into a hug, tingles shooting their way down my arms as our skin touched.
"It's nothing." I said, pulling away from him and smiling. "I'll call the pilot now and pack a bag. We can both shower then head out."

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Nera's Outfit

An hour and a half later, Harry and I stepped out of my black Range Rover, heads automatically turning as our bodyguards surrounded us. Our heads were down and our sunglasses were perched on our noses as we walked into the airport, hearing the beginning clicks of the paparazzi's cameras. I clung to Harry's arm as we made our way through the lobby of the airport, people's eyes following us, trying to see past the wall of bodyguards. Normally, it wouldn't be such a hassle to get to the VIP section of the airport, but being with a member of One Direction made it a lot harder.

The screams started when we had just reached the doorway towards the VIP terminal. Adoring fans of Harry's crowded around us, jostling the bodyguards who roughly pushed them back. Pulling out his key, the airport tenant unlocked the door, barely having enough room to pull it open. Harry's hand appeared on my back as he shoved me through the doorway, pushing me up against the wall and stumbling his way into the hallway, his face inches from mine as he balanced himself on me.
"Sorry." He muttered, his warm breath stirring on my face. He stared into my eyes intently, seeming as if he was waiting for something. I held my breath, unsure of what to do next as we stood there, pressed up against each other, our eyes locked together.
"Come on." He said, clearing his throat and pulling away from me. "We should probably get going."
I nodded, leading the way down the brightly lit hallway towards the tarmac.

Pulling out my phone, I called my dad. Millions of conflicted thoughts about Harry ran through my head as I waited for my dad to pick up.
"Hello my darling daughter. What is it that you are calling about on this fine day?" My dad asked, his voice sounding bleary.
"Hi Dad… Ok so a friend of mine needs a ride to London and since I'm going next week I was wondering-"
"Yes you can take the jet my dear. No worries! Now I really need to go so have fun and safe travels! I love you darling!" My dad exclaimed.
"Great! Thank you!" I replied, smiling at my dad's crazy antics. "Love you!"
"Love you too Noodle."

I smiled at Harry as we stepped out onto the tarmac, blinking in the sudden sunlight.
"Which one is yours?" Harry asked, glancing around the expansive asphalt area.
"That one." I said, smiling and pointing at my father's new Gulfstream g650 jet, which had cost 65 million dollars, but was totally worth every penny.
Harry whistled, walking up to the massive jet and staring at it, putting his hands in his pockets.
"You got the newest model?" He exclaimed, spinning around and staring at me.
"Yeah. Dad wanted it. We travel so much that it comes in handy." I said, hiding my smile as I stared at him. He looked like a little kid on Christmas.
Harry turned to me, his eyes growing wide as he looked over my shoulder.
"We need to get in the plane. Now." He said, grabbing my hand and tugging me behind him towards the waiting staircase that led into the jet.

The screams of paparazzi appeared behind me as we hurtled up the stairs, the clicks of cameras following us. Our bodyguards did their jobs well, wrestling the paparazzi away from us, their attempts at blocking the cameras futile as the nasty men continued to snap pictures and yell questions in our direction.
"Good morning Miss Depp." My pilot, Pierre, said.
"Hello Pierre. This is my friend Harry Styles." I said, stopping next to him.
"Hello Mr. Styles. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise. Thank you for being ready on such short notice." Harry said, shaking Pierre's hand.
"Ah it was not a problem. I am used to Miss Depp's calls. She likes to take spontaneous trips quite a lot." Pierre replied with a chuckle, winking at me in a grandfatherly way.
"I don't doubt that." Harry said, elbowing me gently in my side and smiling at me.

Laughing, I excused Harry and myself, leading him further into the plane. Glancing at Harry, I smiled at his reaction to the interior of the plane.
"It's beautiful in here!" Harry exclaimed, running his hand over the sleek leather chairs.
"Thank you. I picked out all of the colors and things." I said, plopping down on the one of the chairs set at the table.
"You did an excellent job."

Harry and I sat and chatted as the crew loaded our luggage and the doors to the plane closed. Twenty minutes later, we were taking off, both of us staring out the window and admiring the view.

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"Lunch is served." Margaret, the middle aged stewardess that had been working for my family since I was 10, said. She set plates of spaghetti bolognese down on the wood table, pouring Harry and I glasses of Pellegrino.
"Thank you Margaret." I said, smiling as Harry did the same.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Harry asked as Margaret walked away.
"Doing what?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Smiling to yourself. I've noticed you do that. You smile down at the floor, as if you have a secret. What is it that you're smiling at?" He said, leaning forward.
"I-I don't know. I'm just smiling at little things you do. You're so polite. It's something I guess I didn't expect about you." I replied, biting my lip nervously.
"Hm. Well thank you. I'm glad someone views me like that." Harry said, twirling some pasta on his fork and eating it, chewing thoughtfully.
"So…" I said. "Tell me more about the life of the famous Harry Styles."

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I sighed and stretched, pointing my toes like I used to do in my ballet classes as a kid. Harry sat next to me on his chair, bobbing his head to the music he was listening to, his eyes closed in thought.
"Harry?" I said, tapping his foot.
"Hm?" He replied, taking out his earbuds and opening his eyes. "What is it love?"
"Do you wanna watch a movie or something? I'm bored."
"Sure love. What movie?"
"Let's just watch the first movie on the list." I said, pushing a button on my chair and watching as the TV screen slowly rose out of the dark wood counter.
The first movie on the list turned out to be "Bolt" the old Pixar movie about the famous dog.
Harry had never seen it before, so I pressed play and sat back, draping my hand casually over the side of my chair.

An hour into the movie, I glanced over at Harry, surprised to find his eyes already on me. It had grown dark outside and Margaret had disappeared into her own little room on the plane. Harry stared at me, his eyes full of hunger. They seemed to be asking a question, those eyes. They wanted to know if it was ok, to kiss me. If it was ok to want me. I knew it was wrong what I did next. But I did it anyway.

Standing up, I sauntered over to him, pressing a finger to my lips and climbing onto his lap, straddling him as I ran my fingers over his chest.
"I just really need this right now Harry. Please… Don't say no." I whispered, my face inches from his.
He paused for a moment, seeming to debate in his head about what he should do. I watched his eyes, knowing they held all the answers to his mind. I smiled at his decision.
Harry growled, his voice low and husky as he pulled me to him, crushing me to his body and kissing me. I had never felt such passion. The feeling of kissing him when drunk was amazing, but this sensation, this feeling was overwhelming.

Our lips melted together as we fervently kissed, needing to get closer to one another. Within seconds our shirts were both off and I was unbuckling his pants. He helped me slide them off, working the skinny black jeans off of his muscular legs, throwing them onto the floor in a pile as he ripped my leggings off, leaving us both sitting there in our underwear. My chest heaved in my black lace bra as we kissed, his fingers gently massaging my body.
"Harry." I whispered, my lips by his ear, his breath hot on my chest. "I don't know if I can go all the way. Not here."
"That's fine." He said, pulling away from me, a flash of defeat appearing in his eyes for a few seconds.
"That doesn't mean I won't do something else." I said, my voice sultry and thick as I slid off the chair, kneeling on the ground in between his knees. "Boxers off Harry."

His boxers landed on the floor with a dull thud. I winked at him. Then the passion continued.

Notes

Ok… A more sultry chapter this time. Now, I want to make it clear that Nera isn't supposed to be slutty. She will feel a crazy amount of regret about what she did with Harry, but their connection is too real to ignore all of the time.

Anyway, I hope you all liked it! Thanks so much for reading! :)

xoxo
ThatGirlll