11 Hours // Harry Styles

Hour 3

A/N: Just a little warning before the start of this chapter is a bit steamy, not like full on but just steamy so if you're uncomfortable with that I suggest skipping it! This story WILL contain mature content but I'll let you know before.

Oh! Also before I forget since I am writing about real current time Harry and not like AU Harry, I am going to keep like all the facts about him and everything straight but there will be some things that he doesn't do (for example going to Italy) irl but like I mean this book is fiction anywayfsnsdkldjaslda ok I'm sorry for so much explaining lmao hope you enjoy this chapter!

Vote! Comment! Do all that fun shittttttttttt if you like :) -Julia

UNEDITED! This story has been changed to present tense!! I'll fix the first couple chapters later. Present tense is easier for me to write in

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His warm hands touch my sides as his lips are pressed up against mine exploring my mouth. I softly bite his lower lip receiving a low moan from his mouth in response. He pulls away from my lips and I feel the cool air breeze over them. He bends down and attaches his lips to my neck, pulling my hair to the side. I let out a soft moan as he shushes me between kisses.

"We gotta be more quite baby," He tells me. I nod in response as he re-attaches his lips to my neck. As he goes higher up my neck I can feel him getting closer to my sweet spot. When his lips find it I squirm a little trying my hardest to be quiet, my back hitting the sink. He smirks against my neck "found it," he says in satisfaction.

His lips connect to mine once more as I bring my hands up behind his head playing with his soft curls, giving it a couple of tugs here and there. His hands travel down my back to my bum and gives it a small squeeze. He grabs ahold of my thighs as I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He slowly leans me back against the small bathroom sink, my bum only resting on half of the small surface. I groan trying to shuffle in a more comfortable position, trying to make do in this small ass space.

I feel him chuckle against my lips, "there isn't much space in this tiny airplane washroom eh?" I say smiling against his lips.

"No not at all," He replies in his low voice, it sounding sexier just from making out. "But we can make it work," he winks making my stomach drop and attaches his lips to mine once again. His hands now trailing up my sides lifting my shirt, as I play with the hem of his. He pulls my shirt off and moves his hands to the inside of my thigh,

"Harry," I breathlessly say.

Suddenly, someone knocks on the bathroom door.

"Would you like a Sundae?" I hear a woman ask from behind the door.

"Mmm," is the only noise I make as I place Harry's lips against mine once more not paying attention to the woman behind the door.

Harry pulls off my lips to ask "would you like some ice-cream?" The same question as the one from the woman.

"Nono, just put your lips back on mine-" I mumble tugging Harry's shirt.

"Love, ice-cream is here," Harry says once again.

"Love"

'Love...."

"Raelyn"

"Raelyn hey"

"Raelyn wake up there's ice-cream here,"

I feel all my senses come back to reality as I open my eyes, neck stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. "Mmm," is all I manage to say as my vision still tries to focus and I lightly stretch my back. After a couple of seconds of awakening, I finally notice the feeling of Harry's warm hand on my shoulder. I take a look over at him then up at the flight attendant handing me the small paper packaged ice-cream.