I woke with a start as something crashed. I could feel something beneath me, moving as I tried to sit up.
"Woah-woah," it said. Louis. He was rubbing my arm, soothing me. "What's up?"
"Nothing…" I mutter, my voice still husky after sleeping.
I sank back down onto Louis' chest, adjusting my head so that it was resting in the crook of his neck. He started stoking my hair gently, humming softly in my ear.
"What was the crash?" I asked, referring to the ugly noise that had woken me up.
He chuckled. "It was the TV, babe."
"Babe?" I smirk, turning to face him, so that I was lying with my head in his lap.
"Mhmm," he said. "Sorry, act of habit."
I smiled up at him, admiring all the minor details of his face. His eyes, his lips… Oh God, his lips…
No, Harry. You have to stop thinking like this!
I was so lost in my thoughts that I never even noticed that Louis was staring at me as well. Studying my face just as closely. Inching his face closer to mine…
I was getting a familiar knot in my stomach, so lost in the moment that I almost forgot where we were.
Then I remembered.
I didn't want to reject him. Truly. I wanted his face to come so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my skin, his nose against my cheek, his lips pressed against mine…
"Louis," I said, placing my hands on either side of his chest. "Not here."
He groaned but didn't pull back. I could taste the mint off of his breathe. "Why?" he said, drawing it out.
"There are people here," I stated, motioning to the other people in the cabin who I couldn't actually see.
"Yeah, sleeping people," he laughed quietly. I frowned. "They're all asleep, Haz."
I smiled slightly, sensing opportunity. I arched my back, lifting my head so that it was closer to his. He smirked, but leant down anyway. "Now will you kiss me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because your face seems to be unnaturally close to mine."
"Shut up and kiss me," I said, reaching up behind his neck and pulling his face closer to mine.
As his lips touched mine I felt those familiar fireworks in the pit of my stomach.
Louis' hands were behind my back, supporting me, as the kiss deepened. I could feel him smiling into the kiss, which made me happy, knowing he felt the same way.
I could feel his tongue against my mouth so I opened it slightly, allowing him entrance. I groaned deeply as I felt his tongue run over mine.
He pulled back, struggling for breath. He started to lean forward again and I thought that he was going for another kiss. But, to my surprise, he bypassed my mouth and instead attached his lips to my neck. He placed hot, wet kisses along my jaw bone all the way down to my to collar bone. I closed my eyes and had to bite my lip to stop myself moaning too loudly. He pulled back slightly, and when I opened my eyes to see what was wrong I saw him staring down at me, a mischievous look in his eye.
When he leant forward again, his mouth was back on my neck. He kissed it softly a couple of times before planting his lips somewhere between the top of my neck and my jaw and biting down gently.
I suddenly realised what he was doing but I was too shocked to say anything. He bit down harder, forcing me to close my eyes again, moaning loudly.
Oh no, I thought. This is gonna leave a mark. Shit! What if the boys notice?
But I was enjoying it. As much as I hated to admit it; I loved it, really.
I moaned again. Loud. If anyone else was awake I'm sure they would have heard it.
Man, when will this boy run out of breath?
My eyes were still closed, enjoying the moment. I could feel Louis panting slightly against my skin. A couple of seconds later he pulled away. I opened my eyes to see him out of breath but grinning widely.
"Man, that's gonna leave a mark," he chuckled, tilting my head slightly to inspect his work. He ran his finger over the spot where his lips had been, sending shivers down my spine.
I sat up, stretching out the knots in my back. "Why do you always do this?"
"Do what?" he asked, flicking through the TV channels again.
"Whenever I try to hold a decent conversation you kiss me," I laughed.
"It's not my fault," he argued back. I raised an eyebrow. "You're just too damn cute!" I laughed at that statement. "Plus, you're just-woke-up-voice was too sexy to resist."
My eyes just about doubled in size. I slapped him playfully on the arm. "You're not too bad yourself," I winked.
We sat for a few seconds in silence. Louis was staring at my neck the whole time.
"Look, Haz, I'm really sorry about that thing on your neck. I guess I just got carried away," he chuckled.
"Is it really that bad?" I whined searching for a mirror that I was pretty sure I didn't have.
"Here," Louis said, handing me a compact from his backpack.
"Why the hell do you have a mirror in your bag?" I chuckle, taking it from him and inspecting the mark on my neck. "Christ, Lou! How big is your mouth?"
"You tell me," he winked.
"Judging by the size of this, you're a fucking whale!"
"You love it though," he smiled sweetly.
"Unfortunately, I do," I sighed. He leant forward to kiss me again but I put my finger to his lips. "Oh no, Tomlinson. Not after last time." I giggled.
I turned my back against the window, leaning against the aeroplane's wall.
We spent ages just talking. Talking about different things, random things, like we used to. Except we never used to hold hands. Or play with each other's hair. Or put or hands in each other's lap, sliding them slowly inward, so far they made me feel queasy…
Even after my nap I was still tired. I kept yawning, and stretching, and saying that I wasn't tired. Louis never believed this of course. Instead, he lifted his arm up again and I snuggled under it again, feeling my eyelids get heavier, listening to Louis singing in my ear.
