------

Chapter four

------

So there we are. Late in the afternoon, on a bench in a deserted airport.

I slowly move the phone to my ear, waiting for it to be answered.

"Hello, Tom Wellington speaking"

"Hey Tom, it's Louis Tomlinson." Thank God I saved his number.

"Good day Louis! How are ya?" The thing about Tom is that he always speak so loud. I have to get away from my phone at sometimes to prevent me from getting deaf.

"Well" I say as I put the phone back to my ear. "Harry and me are in big trouble actually"

"What is it, buddy?"

I breathe in. "We lost the papers to the house" I then rattle while breathing out. Tom doesn't answer, so I continue speaking. "My suitcase got lost and I've put the form for the house in them"

"Oh..." he says. "Shit, guys"

"Yeah"

"So now what?"

"Well, see Tom, we were thinking... Do we really need the paper to the house? Can't you just give us the key? We don't really have anywhere to go. Our furniture will be delivered soon as well... We need to be there,"

"Look, I'm sorry Louis" Tom sighs. "I really like you and your prince charming and I wish I could help you, but I can't. I need the papers. Rules are rules. We need the papers to be signed."

"Okay, I understand" I say with trouble, trying to fight away the disappointment in my voice. "Thanks anyway, Tom"

"Anytime Tommo"

I end the phone call and swear under my breath. It's not Tom's fault though. He's a good guy. We met him a while ago and we talked a lot about getting the house. He helped us and we became good friends.

Tom lives in Portugal. I e-mailed him about the house and he'd flown straight to London to talk to us. He showed us pictures, set everything up for us and he convinced us.

"Bad news?" Harry asks as he gets up from the uncomfortable bench and kneels down in between my legs. It's impossible to resist Harry, so I look up at him. "What did Tom say?" Harry places his hands on both my thighs to keep himself in balance.

"Not much" I answer. "He needs the papers to be signed. He can not give us the key"

"Dammit" Harry sighs, shaking his head.

"Where do we go now?" Desperation is clear in my voice.

"A hotel?" Harry suggest.

"No, we barely have money... And the little money we do have, should be spent on the house."

"You're right" Harry answers me after a while. "But do you have a better idea?"

I don't really need to think about how to answer that. I don't have a better idea.

"We could maybe... Like, you know.. Stay here and figure it out tomorrow. Maybe you'll even have your suitcase back by then" Harry tells me, his eyes hold a promising look.

"You mean sleep on these bloody uncomfortable benches? At an airport?"

"Why not?" He shoots back. Maybe his idea isn't too bad, but no way I'm sleeping on these shit benches. "Lou, we don't have much other options. Besides its nearly 9 o'clock and I'm tired" I shake my head no at his talking. "I'd rather sleep here then somewhere under a bridge in a country I've never been before" He adds.

I sigh deeply. Harry does make a good point. We don't know this city. Let alone the country. We don't speak the language either.

"Fine" I finally say.

Harry jumps a little as if he's accused to spent the night here. His lips curve into a smile, revealing the dimples I have fallen deeply in love with.

"What's wrong with you?" I joke, shaking my head. But Harry just smirks at me.

"I just don't think it's that bad to spend the night here, LouLou. I like the adventure. With you"

I bite my lip as Harry winks at me. I'm looking him straight in the eyes. His words, his voice, his crazy ideas, the sparkle in his eyes and those plump lips. Damn, he takes me to a higher place.

"God, you're crazy" I say with a giggle.

"I know" he answers and winks again.

"Harry, seriously stop winking!" I say, giving the boy, who's still knelt down in between my legs, a playful push. Harry can make me feel so sexually frustrated when he does that.

Harry falls back due to my little too hard push. He reaches out and grabs my thigh to keep him from falling completely. He digs his nails into my skin, causing me to shriek.

"God, I hate you" I say. I rub the sore place on my leg and dramatically fake I'm going to pass out. I throw my head back, my eyes closed and my hand against my forehead for effect. I open my eyes to get a glance of Harry laughing at my joke, but he isn't. He looks at me with a dead serious face.

"No you don't" he says, his mouth a straight line. "You love me"

I open my mouth to speak, but I close it a few seconds later. Of course I love Harry. But I can't really tell if he's joking right now or if I made him angry. I scan his face for a sign, but I can't tell...

"You bloody know you love me, Tomlinson" Harry's lips turn to form a cheeky side smile.

I chuckle. "You know me way too well, Styles. I do love you deeply"

I feel my smile fade away as I see Harry's smile fade as well. He licks his bottom lip.

"Then prove it to me, William" Harry's eyes turn darker and I can feel his lust.

I groan loudly. "Oh my God, don't you dare use my second na-" But before I can even finish what I was saying, Harry crashes his lips onto mine.

I squeak into the kiss that took me rarely by surprise, but then close my eyes in the progress.

It's not the passionate kind of kiss this time. This one is more rough. Desperate. A cry for attention and a search for love. Also for a touch. We both want to get as close as possible.

Harry's lips move with mine harshly. He wraps his arms around my spine whilst mine make their way up Harry's curly locks. I pull on them softly. I feel Harry moan into the kiss and squeeze my sides. I lift from my seat as Harry pulls me with him. Our lips they glued together while we stand up. Without second thought Harry removers his shirt, revealing his muscled and tattooed torso. He leans back in to kiss me, but I stop him.

"Harry, wait"

"What?" A disappointed look takes over his face.

"We're at an airport. We can't do this now" I whisper.

"Oh, c'mon babe.. There's no one here"

"But Harry..."

"Hush" Harry cuts me off. "Don't you feel the rush? You only live one time Lou-bear" I'm not really into his idea of doing it at an airport, but I must admit that Harry is right. Also, he looks absolutely adorable while saying this. Like a puppy.

I remain silent. I'm not sure wether to give in or not...

"Make love to me, Lou"

I lock eyes with him. His eyes are full of lust. The words leaving his lips sound dirty and as if he's begging, but they also sound full of love.

And in all honestly, he only had to say it once.

I push the curly boy down on the bench and I get on top of him. I sit on his lap, a leg at each side of him. I strip off my own shirt as well. I wrap my arms around his neck and I look down at him. I feel Harry wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me in for another kiss. I feel Harry's warm and bare chest against my own. Our kiss heats in only seconds and we're sort of grinding on each other. I feel Harry's tong lick my bottom lip. I keep my mouth closed just to tease him. In response, Harry bites down on my bottom lip and starts to suck on it. I feel Harry groan against my lips. I chuckle and finally separate my lips, letting him in.

Harry moans softly and I can't help but do so too at the taste of Harry. He tastes like a mixture of strawberries and mint. But this time also with a hint of airplane-food. I smirk into Harry's mouth as I move my hands to his curls. I pull on them softly, but then let my hands travel down his shoulders, his muscled torso and I stop at the zipper of his jeans. Harry bucks his hips against my thighs, but I keep him in place. A moan does escape my lips though. I pull Harry's zipper of Harry's tight jeans. Harry kicks off his shoes in the progress.

I separate from our sloppy kiss and I stand up. I remove Harry's jeans in one single movement, leaving him half naked on the cold airport bench. Only in his boxers, Harry stands up as well. Some sweaty curls stick to his forehead.

He steps closer to me. His hands touch my bare torso, but his eyes fix on my shoes.

Just a second later, my shoes fly around the airport.

Harry kisses me again, then his starts kissing down my jawline. Then down my neck and chest. He starts sucking and nibbling lightly on my skin, leaving a few purple marks. Harry bends down to his knees. He kisses down my torso, but stops just above where my jeans start. I can't stop myself from making a disappointed sound. Harry laughs and looks up. His beautiful green eyes lock with my blue ones.

"Don't worry, babe" he tells me as he kisses my v-line. "I'll give you what you desire" he loosens the button of my jeans and starts pulling the zipper as well. Once open, he pulls my jeans down along with my boxers.

I take a deep breathe. I'm standing in the middle of an airport, completely naked.

Harry placed yet another kiss just above my now hardened one. And I'm gasping for air. Harry's plump lips keep on leaving kisses as he lowers his mouth. My hands move up to his curly mess of hair again. Harry takes my hard on in his hand as I watch him wet his beautiful, pink lips. I close my eyes and pull harder on his curly locks.

Then my eyes shoot open at the sound of footsteps and small talking.

"Shit" I mumble as I push lightly push Harry away and bend down to pull up my jeans.

Harry is still on his knees, not realising yet what is going on. I take his face in my hand and shake him a little. Then Harry jumps up and reached to grab his skinny jeans from the floor as fast as possible.

But before he could even put his jeans back on, two feminine figures -stewardesses I assume- stop talking same as walking and look at us with their mouths open. They do not move a muscle, nor do we.

One of the women looks down and awkwardly starts to analyse her red heels whilst coughing a few times. The other woman does not stop looking at us.

Harry and I were also just staring at the women. Harry standing there only in his boxers and his hair a sweaty mess. He's holding his black jeans in his hand while his lips curl into a weak smile. Then there's me, shirtless with purple hickeys visible from my neck down my tummy to my unzipped jeans.

My eyes travel from the women to a pair of shoes tossed on the floor a few meters away from us. Also both our t-shirt are randomly lying on the floor.

I swallow as I see one of the women's eyes skim all over us. She's gaping, but she seems amused as well.

"Euhm..." One of them stutters. "I don't even know if I want to ask what's going on"

Both me and Harry don't know what to say. So we all remain silent. Then the same stewardess who talked first, burst out of laughters. The other lady looks up as well.

"Oh God, well... You guys continue your fun. So sorry for interrupting!" She says, laughing even more.

The other woman starts chuckling now as well. "Keep it clean" she jokes.

They giggle and then walk away.

Me and Harry look at each other. I feel my lips curl and my eyes crinkle. I watch Harry bite his tongue to keep from laughing, but without any success.

We both burst out into laughters. I grab my stomach because it hurts and Harry is already on the floor gasping for air.

We laugh for a little longer, but then we calm down. I grab my shirt from the ground and but do not put it back on yet. Instead, I shake my head, laughing. "That was so embarrassing!" I say. "Please, let's leave first thing in the morning and never come back here again!"

Harry only shrugged it off, shaking his head as he smiled. He walks over to me with his arms opened.

"Hazz, really, we can't do this now. Not here." I take a step back. Much to my surprise, actually.

Harry just chuckles. "Relax, Lou-bear. I just wanted to give you a hug"

My thin lips form into an 'O' shape. Harry pulls me closer by my wrist and gives me a big cuddle. Our bare chests press together again. Again, the temperature seems to rise. I wrap my arms around Harry's waist and squeeze him tightly. So does Harry.

When we separate Harry mumbles he loves me. I blush and tell him I love him too. I peck his lips and smile.

We put our shirts back on. The thin fabric covers my new received love bites. And I see Harry proudly smile at them.

"I hate stewardesses" Harry spats. I know he's joking, but there's a hint of seriousness in his voice as well.

"Me too, babe. Me too"

A/N: ~(*-*)~ -(•-•)- \(^-^)/ wooahhh! I'm sorry, but I just HAD to mess with you guys by letting those two air hostess's walk in on them xd

Pls vote, comment and fan! 'Coz that will make me very happy :)

xxx