Love, Harry [l.s]

twenty ✞

Louis' POV:

I must've fallen asleep part way through the movie, because Harry taps my arm lightly and I open my eyes groggily. I didn't sleep much last night because I was excited for today, and I feel like I'm barely away.

"Louis," Harry whispers, continuing to tap my arm as I stir in our bed.

"Hmm?" I rub my eyes, clearing my vision. I can see him lying on my chest, and I must've fallen asleep underneath him. Not a bad way to spend my nap, if I do say so myself.

"I wanted to tell you that I've never joined any school clubs before," I'm not sure if this was worthy of waking me up, but I don't mind.

I faintly remember talking about how Harry managed going to so many different schools every time he changed foster families as we watched the movie before I fell asleep.

I peer up at his bright and grinning face. "I'm sorry to hear that, babe. After school clubs can be loads of fun. Once I was in a space club and we looked through telescopes and stuff. But why the mention of school clubs?"

He leans down, his lips grazing my right ear ever so gently as he whispers, "Because I want to join the Mile High Club."

Well, shit. Now I'm awake.

"Harry!" I whisper-shout in return, more so a natural reaction as opposed to a rejection.

He continues to grin innocently as if he didn't just tell me he wanted to have sex on a plane. "What?" He shrugs, batting his illegally beautiful eyelashes.

"How'd you even think of such a thing? We're supposed to be flying to America to see your parents,"

"Well, for one, it's just you and I. And we just so happen to have this luxurious bed underneath us..."

I raise an eyebrow. "Is there more to this sudden desire?" Please, Harry, do go on.

"Well," He hooks one finger around my waistband, but doesn't make an immediate effort to pull it down as he looks back at me. "You we're sort of... while you were sleeping..."

I shoot him a confused expression. He's not making much sense, nor is he forming a complete thought. I notice his cheeks have gone bright red with blush, and get increasingly curious. "Spit it out, love."

"Youweregrindingagainstmeinyoursleepandmoaningmynameatthesametimeandnowimhard." He says so quickly I barely pick up on it.

Wait, I what?!

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Harry shakes his head no.

My eyes can't help but dart down to his pants (which are noticeably tighter than before, not that I was staring earlier. I would never do such a thing, give me a break) and then look at my own.

Looks like Harry isn't the only one with a raging boner.

I honestly don't know whether to feel turned on or embarrassed. After a quick consideration, I wisely chose the first choice.

Harry's finger remains hooked on my waistband, and I motion at it. "Are we just going to sit here and talk about the fact that we're both hard and horny, or should we do something about it?" I grin, and at that, switch positions with Harry so I'm laying on top of him.

My lips quickly press themselves against his in a hot and needy kiss as we shimmy out of our pants. The flight won't last much longer, so might as well get on with things while we can.

"Do something about it," Harry groans mid-kiss, "We should definitely do something about it."

"Just make sure to keep quiet, we are on a plane after all," I warn in a whisper, adrenaline running through my veins.