In Love With A Leader

Chapter 3: Thinking Out Loud

Chapter 3

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Harry's POV

As soon as I got on the plane, I headed straight to the seat I've been waiting for.

The window seat.

Some people wouldn't like to sit there, but I love the view. Just looking out of the small, square frame to see the clouds which are usually way up above you now at eye level amazes me. It gives me a taste of freedom, like I'm a bird that's allowed to fly around and do as I please, so pretty much the opposite of me. I'm anything but free.

Okay well, I am free because I get to do things I want, most of the time. I looked over beside of me to see Liam sit down beside me then over more to see Louis sit down in a middle seat. If it wasn't for Liam I bet he would sit down beside me so we could finish our earlier conversation, which Niall earlier had to rudely interrupt...

Not that I was mad or anything. I mean, it's all good. Louis was just telling another one of his jokes, one of many, but I've forgotten it already so I guess it really doesn't matter.

"Heya Harold," Liam said as he fastened his seatbelt. I waited a few moments to answer him then finally replied with a deflated sounding voice, "Hello Liam."

"Is something wrong?" he asked, looking at me a little concerned. There he went in his boss mode, or as I think some of the fans called it, him being "Daddy Direction". Made it sound like he was our pimp or something.

That's when I started to laugh, right about the same time I felt the plane start to move. I felt Liam's stare on me, which made me laugh even harder, then awkwardly turn into giggles.

Pimp Daddy Payne.

I couldn't stop. That was just too much.

Wow, I seem lame for laughing at my own jokes but I thought it was funny so why not?

Then I noticed Liam giggling next to me. I forced myself to stop and looked at him.

"Pimp Daddy Payne? Really Harry?" he asked, making my cheeks heat up slightly with embarrassment, as I must've said that out kind accidentally. I then went back to my earlier action of both of us giggling.

"Harry. Liam. Keep it down," I heard Louis say toward us, but I still couldn't, even by his command. "Sorry," Liam turned around to say, but went back to giggling whenever he faced me again. And there we sat for a fee more seconds laughing about "Pimp Daddy Payne" even though it probably wasn't that funny, but whatever. It was probably more funny that I said it out loud, and not on purpose.

That would be bad if I spoke everything I thought. That would be very bad. Think of all the things I'd say while talking to Louis...

I just want to pull down your trousers then palm your member through the thin fabric of your boxers until you're as hard as a rock...

That's whenever I'll get down on my knees and rip them off of you with my teeth to expose you...

I'd begin to tease you, licking my tongue over your tip, which is leaking with pre cum by this time...

Then I'd wrap my mouth tightly around you, bobbing my head back and forth, earning a quiet moan from you, which won't be enough for me...

Then I would pull back, not taking you fully out-

"What the hell, Harry?" Liam asked while frowning, but with his eyebrows slightly raised up. I looked at him with a blank expression and blinked a few times. "Uhh..." I said only because I wasn't quite sure what else I could say really.