Just friends?...yeah right...

Chapter 62

--Nour's P.O.V.--

"Harry Edward Styles, what do you think you're doing?" I asked stepping out of the bathroom and raising an amused eyebrow at Harry, who was wearing my hot pink bra and boxers around our room. 

He winked. "I understand why you women wear these. I feel in command."

I giggled, walking behind him and pulling the strap back and releasing, so it snapped so hard against his back. He yelped and quickly removed the bra to prevent further injuries. 

"Or maybe we wear them to hold our boobs up, but who am I kidding, that's crazy talk. It's definitely because we feel in command." I teased, shoving it into my suitcase. 

He chuckled, tugging a pair of jeans on. "I didn't know you were a size D." He teased. 

"You never asked." I winked.

He blushed. "Ready to go?"

I rolled my eyes. "More ready then you are." I glanced down at my outfit. A Rolling Stones sweater, jeans and boots. My hair thrown up into a ponytail.

"Hey, I was busy. I didn't have time to get dressed." He defended, pairing a t-shirt and Supras with pants.

"Oh, but you have time to prance around in my undergarments?" 

He gasped. "Many people would take that as an honor." 

"I'm not most people, now am I?"

He walked over and kissed me sweetly. "No, you're not. You're much, much, better." He paused and came closer to my ear. His warm breathing hitting my ear sent bumps down my back. "And sexier." 

"Okay, enough sweet talk, let's go." Louis interrupted, rapping on the open door. I pulled away from Harry. 

"Oh hush, you're just grouchy El can't come till a week after Dani." I scolded, picking up my purse and tying my sweater around my waist. 

Louis frowned and stuck his tongue out at me. "Maybe I am. But we do need to go. You can take your snogging to the tour bus." 

Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and sniffed. "Don't worry, we will." 

I blushed, taking his hand and leading him out the door, along with our suitcases. 

You are asking for it, mister." I hissed at Harry, and he responded with his signature playful smirk. 

"Depends what 'it' is." He winked cheekily. 

I blushed again, and turned around, not meeting his eyes. 

The things this boy does to me. 

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"What would you like to drink?" The flight attendant asked Niall, who was directly in front of me in the aisle seat. 

Niall responded by jumping up and hugging  the woman. "You speak English...bless you." He cheered making people around him chuckle. 

The flight attendant laughed. "Glad I could.....help." She said. 

I turned to look at Harry who was flipping through a home decor magazine. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, leaning on his shoulder. He smiled and kissed my cheek quickly. 

"I'm turning 18 soon. Just thinking what my house is going to look like." I smiled. 

"Have you picked one out yet?" 

He shook is head. "Not yet. I'm going to need your help to decide." 

"Sounds great." 

We looked through the book together, circling the sets we liked and discussing what we pictured his house to look like.