little miss kinky // ls

fifteen

The next morning we were early birds.

Harry had only packed 'essentials', though I didn't have the slightest idea what he meant by that. I only hoped he had thought to pack me more clothes since I wore just skinny jeans and an over sized hoodie, but there was no guarantee with that boy.

The journey to the airport was calmingly yet suspiciously smooth, with not a single interruption except for a somewhat frantic call from Zayn.

"You're taking him where?!" His voice blew out from the car speakers. I could just imagine his face, his narrowed coal eyebrows, the white in his eye made more apparent through his sheer panic.

"Iceland. I think it'll be fun," Harry said, as if Zayn's tone of voice wasn't at all alarming.

"Harry, what the fuck are you thinking? You haven't got any body guards with you, you'll both be mobbed to death!"

Mobbed to death? That didn't sound good. My last interaction with the fans wasn't exactly a fond experience.

"Calm down, they won't even know it's us."

Even I knew that was bullshit; I had been recognised in the dead of night

"Won't even know it's you two? Have you lost your mind? Practically everyone in the world knows your licence plate, I'm surprised you're not being followed already!"

I instinctively checked the window behind us, and I was sure I noticed Harry's eyes flicker upwards the mirror, just to make sure we weren't the leaders of a car-conga.

"Well nobody's recognised it yet," Harry reasoned, patting his fingers upon the stirring wheel.

"I just can't believe you. I just can't fucking believe you."

"Zayn-"

"I'll take care of him Zayn," he mimed Harry in a high screechy voice. "I'm responsible for my fiancé Zayn. I promise I won't fuck him, Zayn."

"He can hear you!" Harry shouted. "You're on speaker!"

"I don't give a flying fuck!" He yelled back. "In fact- Louis, did he have sex with you last night?"

I blushed red, turning to Harry for an answer.

"Say no," he whispered.

"I heard that."

"No?" I tried, even though it was far too late, and I was probably better off just shutting up.

"I knew you couldn't control yourself."

"The pedal's down, my eyes are closed!" Harry suddenly screamed.

"Harry."

"NO CONTOL!"

"HARRY!"

"Listen, Zayn. He remembered something when we did it!"

"What?" Zayn snapped.

"We were about to fuck and something must have triggered him."

"Please don't tell me about it."

"What? No. Well. I was gonna," I noticed Harry shuffle in his seat. It was kinda hot. "But I didn't. Get it in. You know?"

My eyes widened as Harry openly talked about our sex life.

"Mate, I don't wanna know."

"He was loose for me, I wasn't planning on just forcing it through. He wanted it."