only angel

reunions

// Listen to Die For You by The Weeknd, you're welcome //

3556 Words

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"Are you in the Mile High Club?" Harry questioned as I took a seat across from him. My eyebrows rose in surprise as my lips tugged upwards in a smile before I laughed and shook my head.

"No, are you?" I looked over at Harry who nodded before I threw a pillow at him.

"You dirty boy!" I laughed before he dodged the pillow and tried to defend himself.

"I was drunk, and I had invited a bunch of models onto the plane," He explained, and I pursed my lips before crossing my arms over my chest.

"Was that supposed to help you, because if anything that dug you deeper into the hole," I bitterly spoke before tugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the seat next to me, I was left in a white t-shirt and my skinny black jeans.

Harry tried apologizing, but I just scoffed and ignored his attempts before he sighed, signifying that he gave up. The flight attendant came over to us with a bright smile before asking us what we wanted to drink. Harry of course ordered some organic shake to help "rejuvenate his body" or some shit like that.

"I'll have a Corona," I smiled at the woman before she walked away to go get our drinks.

"It's 5 in the morning, Grace."

"It's Happy Hour somewhere in the world."

The woman came back and placed our drinks in front of us before leaving again; she did all of this while holding a smile that looked almost painful.

This was going to be my first time celebrating Christmas in years. During this period of the year, I was either on a mission or doing something related to my job.

I knew getting mad at Harry for what he said was a bit childish and a bad way to start off our long trip to London, but thinking of Harry with all these other girls slightly annoyed me.

I finished my drink before deciding to get chai tea with almond milk because I wasn't trying to meet Harry's mother drunk.

We're expected to land in 6 hours, meaning another 6 hours of having intense staring contests with Harry who was casually drinking his gross smoothie. None of us spoke as we continued watching each other intently in complete silence, the only noise that could be heard was the plane engine.

I finished my drink before standing up and stretching before slightly pulling up my jeans; I walked through the large jet until I went into one of the bedrooms and shut the door behind me. I went to the bathroom and wasn't surprised at how large and well decorated it was. I examined my hair and washed my hands before drying them with the expensive towels, that, of course, had 'Styles' embroidered on them.

Just as I opened the bathroom door to head back into the bedroom, Harry walked in and connected our lips in a rough kiss. His hands fell to my ass before squeezing the area and lifting me by my thighs.

All my anger quickly diminished by every kiss Harry placed down my neck. I was merely hypnotized by his touch and let him take control while I softly moaned and whimpered into his ear.