"18 Months," we said.

Chapter 10

"Thank you," I said as my luggage was put onto our private jet. We were nearly about to leave for the next stop on the tour: Sweden.

"Boys, let's go," Paul said. He motioned the five of us onto the plane. I skuttled onto the aircraft first, finding my seat at the far right corner, nearest to the toilets. Propping my feet up, I opened my phone and replied to some messages from friends and family concerning my well-being. You know, just the usual 'did you board your flight yet' and 'how are you doing?' Soon after, Harry hobbled into the empty seat beside me.

"Hey, Lou." He leaned to give me a kiss.

"Hey, love."

"Aww, look." Harry showed me a video of Freddie that Brianna had sent him with the text 'show Louis too'. He was holding up a picture he had drawn. I pressed play.

"Freddie, what did you want to show dada and daddy?" Brianna asked. He ran to his backpack and took out a drawing. It done in crayon and with great detail. It showed me, Harry, and Freddie sitting on the stage during the London concert. So sweet. "Woww, look at that. What an artist!"

"This is me. This is dada. This is daddy," Freddie explained while pointing to the stick figures on the paper.

"Veryy cute. Great work. Do you want to say anything else before I end the video?" He thought about it for a moment.

"I miss you so sooo much... and I love youu!"

The video ended. I smiled. "Do you wanna see if we can facetime?" Harry asked me.

"Sure, that'd be great." I waited while Harry arranged the call. Liam, Niall, and Zayn had boarded the plane by now. They were all sat in the front and middle sections of the plane. We were getting ready for takeoff.

"Lou, did you pack any snacks in your bag? I'm starving," Harry asked.

"Umm..." I rustled through my carry-on. "...I have is some chocolate." I broke off a small piece to give to Harry. He took it and ate it without hesitation.

"Thanks, dear." He chewed it thoroughly. "Wow, that is some good chocolate." He gabbed the package to break off another piece before I could stop him.

-x-

"Look," Harry panned the phone over to the window.

"Woahh," Freddie exclaimed at the view, his little eyebrows raising and eyes widening. The plane was now fully in the air. I chuckled.

"Okay, we'll call you when we get to the hotel," Harry bidded. "We miss you!"

"Love you, little lad," I said into the phone. I blew a kiss to Freddie. The call ended. Harry shoved his phone into his back pocket.

"You okay, darling?" I asked Harry.

"I'm okay." he laid his head on my shoulder, slouching in his seat with a smile. I brought my hand to his head. My fingers ran through his hair soothingly, smoothing over his fringe and twirling his curls between my fingers. My other hand intertwined with Harry's. He smoothed over my thumb with his, letting out a long sigh. I admired Harry's nails. He had painted them this morning, before we left for the airfield. Pink with blue smiley faces. I nudged my head against his. "I needed this," he sighed. Me too. I kissed him on the forehead.

-x-

"Thank you," I mouthed. Paul handed me today's lunch. I placed it on the table as gently as I could, not wanting to wake Harry, who was still asleep on my shoulder. Paul walked back to the front of the aircraft. I had woken up a couple minutes ago. The boy on my shoulder stirred.

"What time is it?" Harry groaned, waking up. He moved from my shoulder and straightened his hoodie.

"Hey, love." I glacned at my phone. "It's just past noon. Paul just brought us lunch." Harry looked over at the table. He grogily grabbed the utensils and brought the lunch tray to his lap. I did the same.

"Good?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I pulled out my phone and flipped it to selfie mode. I held it up in front of us and the plates of food. Harry held out a peace sign and a small smile. I uploaded the photo to instagram with the caption Sweden, here we come! Xoxo.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked.

"Good." He rubbed his eyes. "Your shoulder makes a great pillow." I chuckled. Harry squirmed in his seat, shifting his bum to the opposite side. He reached over the seat to grab my thigh. His other grasped onto the armrest. Shit. "Lou..." Harry started, letting a small moan slip under his breath. "Did those chocolates you gave me have s-something in them?" He questioned. I paused. Harry's finger brushed through his hair roughly.

"Just... a little special somethin,'" I replied.

"Lou... did you give me th-those aprhodisiac chocolates?" He squirmed again, gripping the seat handles. I think my silence was an answer in itself. "Lou, why would you give me sex chocolates on a four hour flight??" he whispered-yelled at me. I smirked.

"You were hungry," I said innocently, throwing up my hands.

"Fuckk," he replied. He bit his bottom lip. Harry's hand trailed further up my thigh. He squeezed, hard, impailing his fingers in my flesh. Fuck. I let out a moan.

"Not here, Haz," I said through gritted teeth. "You gotta hold it." I peered into the aisle to check if anyone was close by. Forcefully, Harry gripped his hand on the back of my neck to direct my gaze toward him. His green eyes were full of lust.

He pulled me into a kiss, smashing our lips together. I couldn't object. It was forceful and irresistible.

I cupped my hand over Harry's hand on my thigh and moved it to his crotch instead, pushing down hard. His back arched off the seat. His eyebrows furrowed, mouth shaping into an 'o.' I used my free hand to cover his mouth to suppress the groan that was about to escape. "Shit, Lou," he murmered through my fingers.

Harry got up from his seat, pulling me towards the toilet with him. I scanned the aisle before we went in together.

Harry pulled me into the washroom with full force before shutting the door behind us. I smirked. He pressed his lips into mine, grabbing my ass with both hands. I moaned into the kiss. My back was pressed securely to the door, with little room to wiggle.

Tauntinly, I dragged my fingers down Harry's chest, down to his crotch. He let in a suprised intake of air. I gently massaged the sensitive area. "Louu." I threw my free hand over his mouth, biting my lip.

"Shh. Shh, be quiet, Haz," I warned, keeping my voice to a whisper. I slipped my hand down his trousers, palming him once again. He leaned in to kiss me again, sloppier this time. "Mmmm."

Harry's looked up to meet my eyes. "I love you, Lou." I chuckled. My fingers trailed down to unzip his trousers.

"I love you."

-x-

I carefully pulled my trousers back on and fixed my hair. We were both sweating and noticeably dishevled. "Is it clear?"

"Yeah." Harry left the toilet first, then I followed. Just then, Paul came towards us.

"Boys, we'll be landing in about 30 minutes," Paul said.

"Got it, thanks," I replied.