Chapter 10
Two Weeks (Part 3)
I hear my alarm go off and the thoughts of Harry undoing my bikini last night flood my mind. The way he gently kissed my neck and left because I asked him too. Would he have stayed if I didn’t stop him? I don’t know, either way all this nonsense has to stop, its distracting me too much. I roll out of bed to make my self a tea in my keep cup, roll my bags out side to the door for the door man to pick up. We do this every time so that all our bags are taken to the same place at the same time. This flights a long one with a stop over, so we have to get to the airport three hours early, as appose to one hour for all domestic flights. I decide for comfort this time. I wear a beanie, some leggings, Ugg boots a tank and a zip up jumper. I didn’t really bother with make up either, just some power and concealer under my eyes to disguise my sleepless night. I woke up a few times from odd dreams about Harry, so I couldn’t get my self back to sleep as fast.
As I open my door to leave I look around the room for anything I forgot before shutting the door behind me.
“Good morning beautiful” Harry says cheerfully, standing against the wall that’s in front of my door. As I was looking down I didn’t even sense his presence.
“Shit, you scared me. I nearly spilled my tea” I say shocked rubbing my temple with my free hand.
“No V today?”, Harry teases.
“Not this morning”, I say as I put my sunglasses on, that were looped onto my necklace.
“Didn’t sleep well?” Harry asks as we walk toward the lift together.
“Is it that obvious”, I say, still trying to wake my self up.
“I mean, its still dark out side and you’re putting your sunglasses on, thats all. Or are you now a hot shot celeb, and want no pap shots of you and me together where you will look less gorgeous than me” He says with a straight face sarcastically. I just crack up laughing and push him to the side.
“Yeah, yeah harry, wouldn’t want to embarrass myself standing next to you” I laugh. He is flawless, even in the morning. I think I even love him in the mornings, the way he’s half sleepy but always cheerful. LOVE. Did I seriously just think that… I obviously meant like…
“So, Sweden? Ever been there?” Harry cuts off my thoughts.
“No, never. I think they speak French there of something” I say, very stupidly.
“I think that’s Switzerland love” he says smirking.
“Oh shush its like 4 in the morning” I say.
As we take the lift down where everyone is waiting in the lobby with security. There’s a few paparazzi taking photos, as I can see the flashes going off through the glass. On that note we are ushered to the car park and are taken to the airport.
Harry sits next to me on the plane as usual, making sure he has the window seat. Lou and Tom sit together, for the first time, its nice and Niall comes over and sits on me before the plane takes off. Crushing me a little.
“argh Niall you’re like 1000 pounds!” I say groaning.
“I don’t know Kat, I think I’m worth a little more than that” he puns.
“Yeah, yeah. What’s up?” I say as I shift in my seat so that Niall sits in it with me and I have my legs on his. In a non-romantic way, of course. Harry on the other hand doesn’t seem too pleased.
“Well, I asked Sar if she wanted to come to Spain and she said yes!” He says cheerfully, easing Harry’s expression.
“Ooo, is she ‘Sar’ now is she” I tease.
“Oh stop it, but seriously. Thought you’d be happy to see her too”, he says before he gets up, shifting my weight off him and moving to his seat across the aisle.
“I am happy!”, I say honestly.
“For my birthday dinner we should go to a nice restaurant, you, Harry, Sar and I” He says smiling and putting my beats on. Much like Sarah, steeling my entertainment equipment. I don’t mind though I just want to sleep.
“That sounds good I’m in” Harry says. I nod and cuddle into my pillow with my blanket and send a text to Sarah about how excited I am she’s coming before switching my phone off and drifting off.
…
I wake up to find everyone is sleeping, the past week and a half has been exhausting on everyone. I open my eyes a little to see that Harry is writing in his notebook. I don’t move so that I can try make out what he’s writing.
I'm sorry if I say, "I need you."
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love.
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong?
Is it so wrong!
That you make me strong?
“Hey!” he says before slamming his notebook shut.
“Hmmm?” I try pretending he just woke me up.
“Nothing, I guess” He says, leaving the subject. I wonder who those beautiful lyrics were about. You’re hoping it’s you. “No I’m not!” I say out loud in a whisper.
“Pardon me?” Harry asks, confused.
“Oh um. I was just um.. coughing” I say, not convincing my self.
“Ok well did you want me to get you some water?”, He asks kindly.
“No, its ok”, I smile back up at him.
“I love this you”, He says, I think even suprised at his own words.
“Like… You without make up. I mean love ... You know what I mean” He says playing with the rings on his fingers. I on the other hand, feel my heart drop to my stomach at the words I was thinking earlier come from his lips. Me, being me I say.
“I love when you don’t wear make up either Harry”, he punches me in the arm playfully before we both start giggling a little waking up Zayn.
“Oh shush you two”, He says rolling over in his seat, pulling his hoodie over his head to completely hide himself.
“I want to get a tattoo in England”, I say changing the subject. Harry’s eyes light up from this.
“Oh yeah, I’ll get one with you” he says, un-romantically. “I know a good place”.
“Oh I bet you do”, I say tracing the anchor on his wrist. When I realize what I’m doing I pull away looking up at him. He just smiles and leans into my neck.
“I love when you do that”, He says in a husky whisper.
“When I do what?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Touch me, trace my tattoos”, He says, without an ounce of regret pulling away from my neck to see my reaction. I feel my cheeks heat from him being so close to my face. He rests his forehead on mine and sighs causing me to let out a slight moan. Instantly I feel his grip on my neck, him brushing his lips against mine. My cheeks heat as he bites, sucking on the bottom of my lip causing me to loose breath. I whisper in his mouth when he releases my lip, “Harry, we’re on the plane… someone will see”, Yeah good one Kat! Not ‘oh harry we can’t because I’m your manager and I work for you and this is very inappropriate’ – no you choose to say not here… smart.
“You’re a tease” he says letting his grip go and shifting to the other side of his seat shaking his head. I recover my breath and decide to say something stupid, because well … I’m an idiot.
“So I hear the weather in Sweden is nice” to which Harry bursts out laughing waking everyone up.
‘Please fasten your seat belts, we are ready for landing’ the speaker sounds, saving Harry from countless groans from sleeping musicians, managers and staff. I giggle with him before taking his phone to write in his notes.
*That never happened. Stop it.*
To which he writes back.
*Yes boss ;)*
At least he agrees with me and doesn’t fight me on this. I feel like we are just drawn to each other every moment we are alone, and its dangerous. I think this week, until we go to England ill spend more time with Lou and Tom so I’m distracted, and then before we go to England ill be fine. Ill be over this whole sexual tension stage. Yeah sounds like a plan, I’m sure that will work. My subconscious adds sarcastically. Argh. It will work! I try convincing myself.
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