It was quiet on the plane as everyone finished getting settled in after the flight took off. It was pretty late and there were zero kids on the flight, so it was safe to say that everyone was pretty much ready for bed. That is except the woman sitting in our row who apparently decided she just had to finish her book right this moment and needed the light on.

Twenty minutes after take-off she turned on that damn light, and now three hours into our flight she hadn't shut it off and was about more than halfway through a book called ‘In watermelon sugar’. Harry claimed to know the book and read it once a few years back. 

The woman, who looked like her name would be Susan or Karen, gave us a dirty look when she realized we had been talking about the book and told us rudely to mind our business.

“Okay boomer,” Harry whispered making me cover my mouth with my hand and once again get a dirty look from the woman. 

It was quiet again and I decided to take the opportunity to stand up and use the restroom, stretching my legs and maybe asking if there were any seats available for miss cranky pants to move to because she was really starting to bug me. 

I made my way to the bathroom and walked in to wash my hands, looking at myself in the mirror for a second to notice a small random hair on my chin that I tried to pluck with my nails. Just as I winced at the small stinging from successfully taking it out, there was a quick knock at the bathroom door. “Bonbon?”

“Harry?” I opened the door and was quickly shoved inside as Harry shut the door, locking it. We had joked about doing this at home but I did not think we would get the chance to make it in the bathroom together. Although the flight attendants looked a bit bored and were mostly dealing with first class. “What are you doing, we are not doing this.” that would have seemed believable if I wasn't smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck so he could press kisses to my neck.

“Please, it's my dream. Besides, I think we've gotten quite good at being quiet." I rolled my eyes but let out a moan when he gently began to nibble on my skin, licking up to soothe the spot he just nip. If this bitch leaves a mark on me I'm going to kill him.

“I'm not really in the mood for a quicky.” he pulled away and pouted so I quickly gave in. “I will give you a blow job, only because you switched spots with me so I didn't have to sit next to that woman.” He nods quickly beginning to pull down his sweatpants and underwear.

“One meaningful blow job,” he says to me as he puts his jacket on the floor for me to kneel on.

Always such a gentleman.

“What the hell is a meaningful blow job?” I looked down to take him in my hand.

“It means you look up at me and feel free to tell me you love me from down there. Maybe a few kisses. Also, let me see your boobs, I know you wore that pink lace bra, don't hide the goods.” I smacked his thigh, lifting my shirt up and taking a hold of him. I hadn't even noticed how hard he was until right now.

Just as I was about to push him past my lips there was a bit of turbulence. Nothing huge but I had a feeling we wouldn't have much time and this wasn't going to be as romantic as Harry had hoped.

 There's a reason they call this a ‘job’.

 I reached behind him and pulled him closer to me. Then I grabbed my hair and secured it behind my head in a ponytail. Using one hand to grab the base, I gathered enough saliva to spit on him, causing him to let out a little gasp.

“That's hot.”

“Be quiet.”

“Yes, mistress.” 

I rolled my tongue over the tip of his cock, lowering my mouth down about halfway before pulling back to add more saliva, again pushing my head about halfway, suctioning every time I came back up. My hands worked with my mouth as I bobbed my head faster. It wasn't until I finally looked up at Harry that I saw he was enjoying it a little too much. In fact, I think we both were enjoying this too much.

 Pulling away I sat up to pucker my lips at him and kiss him as he reached down, one hand on my breast and the other around my neck.

He's good.  

Once he pulled away he must have noticed my change in mood. “What?” his voice hushed enough to hear over the white noise in the plane.

“Fuck me.” this seemed to catch him by surprise, but that was quickly pushed back by his need to be close to me. It seems these past few days were just going to have to be as quiet as possible. It wasn't our favorite thing to do, which is strange because I used to be very quiet during sex. I guess when a man knows what he's doing and actually appreciates you and every weird sound and moan you make, it makes all the difference.

It all began to happen rather hastily, I was bent over, smacked on the ass and had my pants pulled down. The thought of getting caught was on the back of my mind the entire time Harry checked to see if I was ready to take him, but thinking of a flight attendant catching us made it way more dangerous and sexy.

Looking into the reflection of the small bathroom mirror as Harry slowly entered from behind, watching his head drop back along with his eyes to the back of the head was enough to tell me he wanted this just as bad.

 “You are so fucking wet you little slut.” he pulled my hair back to whisper in my ear. “My slut huh?” I just nodded quickly letting him take control. "Letting me fuck you in the bathroom, taking me like this- I bet you want to get caught, huh?" When I didn't reply fast enough he wrapped his hand around my neck and choked me until I nodded. 

"Harder." I managed to choke out before he let me go and told me to turn around to press me up against the wall. How Harry managed to lift my ass was amazing to me. How I managed not to scream his name was even more amazing.

"We're gonna break this bathroom." He grunted, a single drop of sweat falling down from his forehead from how hard he was thrusting into me. He was trying to break me.

When I finished a few minutes later, probably a record for myself, Harry asked the question I usually don't have to think about but right now I had to. So I dropped to my knees and let him finish where we started. Afterward, I had him go get my bag to freshen up. 

A flight attendant walked up to me as I stepped out of the bathroom and asked if I was alright, which I quickly lied and said I was feeling sick and she even offered to get me a ginger ale.

We technically didn't get caught but I'm almost positive our row neighbor knew we had just had sex in the bathroom.

*

Harry's dad lived in London, according to Harry he lived there with his much younger girlfriend. Luckily for Harry, this new woman wouldn't be around during our visit. 

Over the past few years, Harry hadn't talked much about his dad, not really being close after he dated someone just a few years older than his sister. The man was well into his fifties so you can see how that could be strange to some. But it was still important for Harry that I met him.

So as we made it out of the airport we saw a sign with Harry's name on it that read, “welcome back from rehab.” I assumed it belonged to another person named Harry, but when he began laughing and ran over to hug the man I knew it was a joke from his dad. Already as they hugged and laughed together, pointing at the bit of stubble on their chins they call beards, I saw the bit of Harry in him, and so far it seems to be good qualities.

“Is that my future daughter in law?” I finally snapped from my thoughts and smiled quickly walking over only to be embraced tightly by the person I had only seen maybe a handful amount of times in photos.

“Mr. styles it's so lovely to meet you.” He didn't seem to stand out too much, wearing a nice fitted pair of slacks, dress shoes, and a light brown jacket with a matching Jaxon wool hat. That's when I realized he was dressed a bit similar to how Harry likes to dress.

“Mr. styles, please am I that old?” he teased helping me with my bag. “Actually don't answer that, let's get out of here, traffic back to my place is going to be hell. Let's get some breakfast in you two first.” 

I felt Harry hold my hand and squeeze it gently, looking down at me with a small smile. It was a small gesture that immediately calmed me. I hadn't realized I was nervous until now. 

*

Being that it was morning, the first place we decided to go is to a breakfast cafe where we all sat down to have a warm cup of coffee. The weather was pretty wet and gloomy so it was nice to be indoors with the smell of fresh pastries in the air. 

I began to learn a lot about Harry's dad who asked me to call him by his name. His name is Edward and seemed to really like telling jokes. It was crazy how much he was like Harry a few years ago. Obviously, I loved Harry's jokes and funny personality, but his dad was much more in your face about it. 

He still had his hair but it was mostly grey, clearly dyed by just for men to get that touch of grey. He also seemed to have his skin well taken care of, possibly by his much younger girlfriend. That was quickly confirmed when Harry asked about her simply to be respectful.

“Her parents don't like the old man whos fucking their daughter- excuse my language dear-” he quickly apologized. “They just don't like me and as a parent I understand, but as a man, I could care less.” he shrugged. “So tell me, how did my son finally get someone worth all those tears he shed-”

“Dad please.” Harry shook his head, putting his free arm around my chair.

Edward held his arms up in surrender, but I quickly decided to just answer the question. “Well after he broke up with his last girlfriend I had him live with me and I guess all that time spent together made me realize your son is really someone special.”

Also, sex can really make you look at someone differently.

His dad smiled looking between us and nodding as our food was set in front of us. Just as I took a bite of food I felt a cold chill down my spine followed by a bell from the front door. I turned over to see who had walked in and was left almost choking on my toast at the sight of my future mother-in-law walking in.

Harry's dad turned and smiled before looking at us. “I hope you don't mind, I invited your mum, Harry.” he stood walking over to help her with her coat leaving Harry and me to drop our forks onto our plates.

“Do they do this often?” I thought aloud.

“Actually-” Harry gulped. “They haven't been in a room together and not argued since...ever.”

Oh boy.

*

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k