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  Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)  

                                     Sugar We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy

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"So, are you all ready?" Liam asks, I groan once again.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Louis rolls his eyes, his hair swirling in the cold air. It's the beginning of September and it's already cold. Something tells me that the winter isn't going to be friendly at all.

"Why do we have to leave so early? Dublin is not that far!" I let my head fall back, my heavy lids already falling, casting shadows over my eyes. Ione is sitting in a chair, wrapped in her coat, soundly sleeping, waiting to board on our plane. And as I watch her, peacefully resting, I block out everything else happening around me. Including Louis, scolding me for always complaining.

"Whatever." I wave my hand and sit carefully next to my sleeping beauty. Ione stirs in her sleep. I tense. Her head falls on my shoulder. My heart rate starts picking up. I raise my arm and swing it over her shoulders, bringing her closer to me and resting my head on hers. Her body relaxes in my touch and so do I, as I let my eyes close for a little while.

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Next thing I know is being waken up by someone, lightly shaking me. My eyelids flutter open, allowing me to see something I wish I could see everyday when I wake up. "C'mon Harry. We're gonna be late." 

"Hmghm..." I murmur. I rub my eyes with my palm, yawing. Ione looks at me with humourous eyes. "What?" I sleepily ask.

"You're like a child when you're sleepy." A faint smile finds my lips at her observation.

"Sure!" I shake my head. I take a look around for Louis and Liam but I see none of them. My brain is still clouded with sleep, as I try to understand where they are. 

"They're already boarding on the plane. We should go." She takes hold of her bag. I stand on my wobbly feet, taking my bag with me. My arms goe around I one's shoulders. I look at her cautiously, waiting for her to step away, but none of that happens. 

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"Are you two comfortable?" Asks, Louis from the back seat, while giving me a wicked smirk. He had this all planned out. 

"Yes, I'm good." She says, politely smiling. I glance at Louis and nod. His boisterous laugh echoes in the plane. I lie back, slowly closing my eyes, waiting for the take off. My stomach gets tied in knots as I feel the airplane moving and see the well known land of England fading away. 

Despite feeling helpless while traveling on air I feel a warm hand, landing on top of mine. I look to my right, seeing an old lady squeezing my hand. My brows knit in confusion. "Are you scared?" She sweetly asks. My lips form a small smile. 

"Yes, kind of." 

"Ah, don't worry! I've been boarding on planes since I was eighteen. And I'm still in one piece. Aren't I?" She jokes. Her wrinkly hand rises and pinches my cheek. I wince at the long forgotten feeling of someone pinching my cheeks. 

I turn my body and to face Ione, sitting on my left. "Why are you smiling?" She lifts her head and looks at me with wide, innocent eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy." I feel the heat climbing from my chest to my cheeks. Embarrassment crawls in me. I could easily pretend that the blushing was caused by the kind lady sitting on my right.

"No, it's okay. I'm just reading some texts Colton sent me, before we boarded." 

"Ah...Colton." I fake a smile as she tries to untangle her earphones. 

"You don't mind if I just take a nap. Do you?" 

"Oh, no. Not at all." I shake my head and she turns her head to me as she blasts music though her earphones, attempting to fall asleep. Even for a little while. My sweaty palms grip the fabric of my trousers. My head hangs low. She's still with him. Of course she is. 

I doubt he loves her like I do. He might not love her smooth skin, the way her lips feel against harsh flesh, or the sound of her voice when she's sleepy. He doesn't crave her touch and her warm breath. He doesn't crave her. He doesn't love her. 

"Is that your girlfriend?" The sweet lady asks. My head snaps to my right. My mouth opens and closes without uttering a word. My heart beats rapidly in my chest. My fists clench the arm of my seat so tight that I can barely feel my hand.

"Uh... No she's not." I clear my throat as I hear her laughing at my answer and shaking her head.

"I might be old but not stupid." She pats my hand. "I can see the way you look at each other." She chuckles. I shake my head in disbelief and lie back to my seat, my eyes shut and I let my mind go over all those unanswered questions going around my head.

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"I'm tired"

"Me too. I hate airplanes."

"Let's go to our room, love. Okay?"

"Hmm..." Liam nods. He takes his luggage in his hands and climbs the stairs to his and Louis' room.

"I'm quite tired myself." Says, Ione. My eyes turn to her and I see her yawning in exhaustion.

"Yes, me too. We better go to our rooms. We can all meet later. I'm sure we have a lot to do." I sigh. She faintly nods and stretches her arm to take hold of her luggage.

"I got it." I tell her and my palm wraps around the handle of the heavy suitcase.

When we reach our rooms, I let her stuff right in front of her door. Which happens to be next to mine. "See you later." She smiles sweetly. She opens her door and disappears just like that. The sudden gust of air allows her perfume to travel where I'm standing and engulf me in a world where only she exists.

With a faint smile, I enter my room. The smell of clean sheets and air freshener fills my lungs. It's a smell I've associated with holidays, hotel rooms and memories. I sigh in content, dropping all my bags on the carpeted floor, not caring enough to place my clothes and shoes in the wardrobe. 

I peel off my shirt and jeans and head in the bathroom. My underwear is soon discarded on the cold tiles. The hot water soaks my hair and flesh, refreshing me to an extend. My mind drifts back to her, as I watch the water disappear down the drain. 

Little, cool droplets fall from the tip of my nose and lips as the water falls on top of my head. My eyes close and I feel the drops hitting my eyelashes. My hand glides down from my stomach, to my belly, to my abdomen. I clench my jaw, trying to resist the urge.

My hand as if it has a mind of its own gets lower and lower, reaching a place touched by her only in my wildest fantasies. My calloused fingers wrap around myself. Flesh to flesh. Slow motions bring back the quite known euphoric feeling, that feels like sweet death that you want to live again and again. 

I can picture her right in front of me, doing unspeakable things to me, while I'd be too drunk to refuse, drunk in love with her. I'm dangling between heaven and hell, sin and holiness. dark and light. The feeling in my abdomen gets more and more prominent as I keep going. She's right there...touching me...kissing me...licking me...nibbling me...whispering things that shouldn't have been said at all. And just like that, I feel it. The release. The pleasure. The satisfaction. 

Short whimpers fall from my lips as I stain the shower tiles, letting the now lukewarm water wash way any sin left in this shower. My deep breaths and puffs can't be felt in the fogged up cabin. My eyes shut close, my breath comes back to normal but my heart still beats fast.

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IT'S CHAPTER 33 ALREADY...WHAAAAT? 

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