tryst [third] // h.s

3.09

Chapter nine

Zara Malik

There's something so glamorous about flying first class and I rarely get to do it because I believe it's an overpriced experience but I am thankful for my boyfriend having booked us the seats for a twelve-hour flight.

It fucks you up. As if the twelve hours weren't enough, there's a nine-hour difference between London and Tokyo. Harry and I have been sleeping for who knows how long, but as I peek my eyes open I realize it's most likely late.

"Bub." I shake Harry's arm but he doesn't reply so I try again, just slurring the words out. "Bub"

Harry mumbles out a response but he doesn't turn around. We are both on top of the covers with the bed made and trails of drool on the pillow covers. Harry sleeps on his stomach so he's fully sprawled on the bed with his head facing the other way.

"Baby, wake up. It's so late." I turn around, spooning him from the side and kissing the back of his shoulder. "Harry, come on."

"This is all your fault." He grunts and turns his head my way, slightly opening his eyes. "If you hadn't insisted on staying up watching movies during the whole plane ride."

"I couldn't sleep," I confess in a small voice but he opens one eye. "I'm sorry."

"That's fine, angel but we have a long night ahead of us." I realize he's not mad, just grumpy when he shifts on the mattress and faces me with his hand under the pillow. "What time is it?"

"Like 9 pm." I take his phone and confirm with a nod. He stretches on the bed and yawns as I look at him. "Should we go have dinner?"

"Check the weather." Harry unlocks his phone for me with his thumb and I go to the weather app as he cuddles to my side and kisses my neck.

"It's fucking cold outside." I show him the temperatures and it's all practically below zero so maybe we should stay in here. "I don't know. I feel like staying in but we are finally here, and are we really wasting our first night in Japan?"

"I think we're allowed to stay in tonight. We can order loads of room service and chill." He says in a slow and very convincing tone and I give him a look. "We can start our Japanese experience tomorrow."

"Can we order something Japanese at least? I wanted udon but I would rather save that for a restaurant." I offer and he nods, moving his leg on top of my body and clinging to me for dear life, making me laugh.

"Tempura prawns and mochi?" He proposes looking at the room service menu and I vigorously nod. "I'll have some edamame"

"Did you travel all across the world just to have a plate of green peas?" I ask in disbelief but my boyfriend shyly smiles at me. "Harry Styles, you're something else."

"You sound so sexy and bossy when you say my full name." He rasps quite closely to my ear and I smile, dropping his phone and lifting my leg so I can throw it over his. "You're so cuddly today, baby."

"I'm tired but filled with energy so I don't know," I explain and he nods, moving his hand to my butt so I don't move away from him. We are a tangled mess on top of the covers and we both look disgusting right now.

As soon as we arrived in Japan we came to the hotel and landed on the bed so we didn't have a chance to do anything else, much less shower so we are plane dirty.

"We should shower." He says as if reading my thoughts and I nod.

"We didn't change the sheets, baby." I motion the bed underneath us and he gasps, widening his eyes as I mimic his reaction and mock him. "It's bad for us."