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"You went into my phone?!" I yell hysterically separating each word, closing my fists on my sides. 

I was confused of why was he acting this way but now it all makes sense. He is wrong, he is so wrong but right now all I can care of is that he went into my phone, he snooped on my stuff and invaded my privacy. I already told him once to stay away from my things and now he does this? He's not going away with it, I don't care if he is Harry Styles or the Queen of England, he went too far. 

He turns around right before he places a foot outside of the cabin, all the Chinese men are looking straight at him waiting for his response. We are giving quite a show but I literally don't care. I'm really mad at him.  

"Oh, sure I did and I'm glad." He snaps, resting his weight on one leg making his famous pose moving his body slightly to one side. "Otherwise I wouldn't have known you were lying the whole time." 

"I can't believe you." I open my mouth as I shake my head in disbelief. "I literally can't believe you." 

"You? I'm the one that can't believe shit, Frances." He takes a step forward, leaving the flight attendant behind. "I trusted you with secrets I don't easily tell... But you turned out to be a liar." 

"Stop saying that I'm a liar!" I frantically yell, throwing my hands in the air. "You are the one lying here." I point one finger at him, taking one step forward as well. "You promised to stay away from my stuff and here you are, confessing that you went into my things, again! My phone, my messages, my privacy!" 

"Why are you playing the victim card here, huh?" He opens his mouth looking at me with disgust. "Who are you working with? Who's Jay?" 

"You know what, Harry?" I shake my hands along with my head, taking one step back. Even though I'm mad at him, I don't feel like fighting anymore. He doesn't deserve my time, maybe I was right after all. "If you weren't too self absorbed you would realize how much of an asshole you really are." 

With that, I turn around returning to walk to my seat. I thought we had a special connection, we bonded almost instantly. He opened up to me and I did the same to him, telling him about my personal life and problems, I really was having a lot of fun around him. The laughs, the questions, the tears, the alcohol and tomatoes, I really thought there was something there. I guess I was wrong, he is the obnoxious self absorbed famous Rock Star after all, he made that very clear. 

"Excuse me?" I hear him once I reach my seat. "What did you just said?" 

"You've heard me. I said that you are an asshole." I stop walking, turning to look at him from my spot. "You are acting like one after all." 

"Uh- Sir, are you going to change seats to economy?" The stewardess stands in the middle of us both, looking at me and then at him with concern. 

"Can you give me a minute, please?" Harry says in a serious voice, moving her away from his way and walking to me. "I really thought you were different Frances, you have proved me wrong." 

"I can say the same about you." I cross my arms on my chest, suddenly feeling too stupid for wearing his hoodie and having extra long sleeves. "I really thought the rumors of you being an obnoxious celebrity were false, clearly their true." 

"Why are you acting this way? Huh? Are you really this low?" His voice is more down now but his expression hasn't changed a bit. "What did I do to you for you to call me an asshole? Who's this 'Jay'?" 

"Fuck, Harry..." I hold my face in my hands, running them back on my hair. "Cut it. Enough." I sigh loudly, I'm really tired of this. "Jay is my sister! Okay? Happy?" 

"Your sister?" He asks moving his head back. 

"Yes." I say, still fuming inside of me but remaining calm. I don't want to fight anymore, I have never been the type of girl that fights for long hours for no reason or the type of person that always wants to be right, I'm done. 

"Oh." He is frowning but you can see the anger ran out of his face. "You still called me an asshole, though."

"Maybe you were too busy on invading my privacy that you didn't notice I sent it hours ago when you were acting like one." I say, crossing my arms on my chest and resting my body on the side of the seat. "Well, kinda still are."  

He remains silent for a few seconds, he looks surprised for a slight second and he clearly looks guilty. The truth is, now I'm the one mad at him. He had no right to act or treat me that way, to yell at me like if I was just a piece of crap. Not to mention he has no right to go into my stuff. Its the second time in the whole flight he has treated me that way and I'm not taking it. 

"Sir, I really need to know if you are going to take the seat." The attendant interrupts us, again, making us both turn to look at her.

"Just... One more minute." He tells the stewardess, turning to look at me. "Frances... I..."

"Don't, Harry." I stop him from saying anything else. "You should take that seat." I press my lips into a hard smile and turn around to grab my bag, rolling my eyes while I pass my way through him. 

"Where are you going?" He tries to stop me grabbing me but I jerk my arm away from him. 

"To change." I simply say, my face serious. "I don't want to wear this anymore." 

"Frances, wait..." He walks right behind me, his guilty eyes connecting with mine. 

"Just..." I stop at the bathroom's door, making him take a distance from me. "Leave me alone, please." 

He stands outside while I open the door and go inside, locking the door behind my back. Once I'm inside I close my eyes, just noticing the huge pain I have in my chest. When I had him in front of me I didn't want to show any emotions but I'm really hurt. He thought the worst of me when all I have done was be good to him. 

I can't hold back the single tear that's been stinging my eye for a while. I let my bag fall to the floor while I hold my head in my hands, not understanding why I'm feeling this way. 

Yes, we spent long hours getting to know each other, I even feel like he's not a stranger anymore, he's way more than that, but I don't know if I can cope with him, always snapping at me for no apparent reason. I don't like when people yell at me, much less treat me the way he did in front of everyone in the cabin. 

A part of me wants to believe the kind Harry is the real him, the one that cares about his family and makes me laugh with inappropriate comments, the one that listens to classical music and compliments my drawing, the one that doesn't care if you fall asleep on him and just covers you with a blanket instead. I really want to believe it but his bad side is clouding my mind. 

Out of a sudden I hear a knock on the door, making me move my face up running my fingers beneath my eyes. 

"Occupied." I say, straighten my posture and pulling his hoodie out of my body. I meant it when I said I don't want to wear it anymore.  

"Frances, it's me..." I hear Harry very lowly on the other side of the door.

Harry?

What does he want now? I have been in here for some minutes, I clearly stated that I wanted to be alone.

"Go away, Harry." I grab my bag, unfolding my sweater and putting the sleeves on first before pulling it over my head. 

"Please, Frances." I can hear his voice through the door. I lean against it so I can hear him better. "Open up, let's talk about this." 

"I don't know Harry..." I say, frankly. I'm hurt but there's no way I'm admitting that to him. "You should go back to your seat." 

"Please, I..." I hear his hand run down the door, his rings hitting the surface slightly. "I... I was wrong, just..." 

"Go away, Harry..." I say, closing my eyes and feeling another tear wanting to run down my cheek but I fight it.

"Frances, please." I hear his voice break, it takes all of me to not open the door right away. "Let me... Apologize at least."

I stand there for a second not knowing what to do. My hand is on the door as well, breathing deeply studying my options. Without thinking I turn the lock and open the door, is better if I deal with this once and for all. My eyes move slowly up to meet his deep green eyes looking back at me in this small space between us. He looks ashamed, like a lost puppy with big pleading eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out, instead, he moves his hands to hold my face and closes the gap between us, connecting our lips in a strong kiss taking me completely out of base, sending me instantly inside of the bathroom again. 

He closes the door with my back, moving his mouth against mine rhythmically, my mind doesn't seem to process what's happening. After a moment my body responds, my lips kissing him back while I hold his shirt tightly. I let go, letting that single tear leave my eye. One of his hands run from my face to the back of my head, pressing me closer to him as if he wanted to have all the access to my lips. 

The kiss is hungry, needy and full of feelings. It leaves me out of breath, gasping for air against his mouth while I kiss him again. Shyly, I move my hand running my fingers through his long locks of hair, pulling him away from me just an inch, resting my forehead in his. My chest moves up and down fast, my eyes don't dare to move up. 

"I'm sorry, I... I really am." He runs his thumb down my cheek cleaning my tear, holding my face in place. "I'm an asshole, you're right. I shouldn't have treat you that way. I'm so sorry." 

"Shh." I place my finger over his lips, moving my eyes up to find his dilated pupils looking at me. "Just kiss me." 

With that, he obeys, smirking his way to my mouth kissing me again. His hand falls from my head to my back, holding me by the small of my back pressing me closer to him. I move my arm around him, feeling his tongue touch my bottom lip sending shivers down my spine.

I'm kissing him, I really am.

I've been wanting to feel his lips for hours now, they always invite you to look at them, how plump and rose they are. They move amazingly good, not so rough and not so gentle, just a perfect combination making a perfect kiss. It makes me bite his bottom lip gently, sucking on it for a moment to let go after a second. I feel his grip tighten, taking a breath before returning to kiss me.

His hand moves from my face to my neck, moving my hair away from the space running circles with his thumb on my skin. After a moment he pecks my lips, placing small little kisses along my jawline and down to my neck.

"Oh, Frances..." He kisses my sensitive spot right behind my ear, a moan escapes from my mouth tightening my grip on his back. 

We needed this, we needed to let go and be our more purest selves. As an instinct, I run my nails down his back, getting lost on the way his lips are kissing my neck. 

Suddenly, he turns me over, holding my body and sitting me on the small sink, my legs finding their way around him. He takes a moment to look at me, his green eyes are dark and full of lust, just a thin line of green. His lips are darker and his cheeks slightly rose, just his appearance makes my stomach tense. He brings his hand to my face, touching my lips with his thumb running it on my bottom lip.

"I really am sorry." He says lowly in a raspy voice, very close to me. "I want you to understand that."

"You don't have t..." I start saying but he cuts me off, shushing me with his index finger. 

"No, you need to listen to me." He licks his lips, never breaking his gaze. "I shouldn't have snooped on your phone, I'm a total jerk by invading your privacy like that. And... I shouldn't have treat you the way I did, I don't even know what got into me. I'm... I'm a real asshole. Please forgive me."

"Just promise me..." I hold his shirt, moving him closer to me. "That you will never do it again... It hurt me, Harry."

"I will never do it, babe. I'm sorry I..." He frowns slightly, shaking his head. "Uh, ah, I don't know why I said that... I don't know what is happening to me."

"It's okay, I don't mind." I giggle, moving him closer to peck his lips. "So... Do you promise?"

"I promise you, Frances." He gazes at me straight in the eye. "I will never mistreat you, ever again."

"Then, I forgive you." I say, only for him to hear.

"Thank you." He smiles, leaning closer to peck my lips again.

The kiss lasts longer than expected, I didn't want to let go. His lips feel too good to just let go that quick. He kiss me tenderly, slow pecks taking me to cloud nine. But soon enough we hear a knock on the door, breaking our kiss instantly.

"One moment." I say loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.

Harry rests his forehead in mine, a smile plastered on his face while he caress my cheek. He then touches the hem of my sweater, letting a chuckle out of his mouth.

"We meet again, hideous thing." He laughs slightly, moving his eyes to look at me.

"Oh, stop it now." I roll my eyes holding my giggle, pushing him away so I can stand up.

I grab his sweater from the floor and give it to him. He takes it with half a smile, taking my hand as well and pulling me closer to him. We both smile at each other, the small space of the bathroom is definitely not helping. 

"I don't want to leave just yet." He says, his finger holding my face up by my chin, his gaze making me blush. "I'm having a blast kissing the most beautiful girl I've seen." 

"We are going to get in trouble." His lips are just a tiny inch apart from mine, its so hard to resist. 

"I'm a trouble maker, baby. Deal with it." He smirks, biting his lip and moving my face to kiss him, letting his tongue inside of my mouth. 

This time, we kiss hungrily. He pulls me up so I hug him with my legs, my back resting on the wall while he holds me in place. I feel his hand run inside of my shirt while our lips are connected and I'm enjoying this way too much to stop him. He touches all the way up my back, his hands are cold and even with callouses they are gentle, his expert fingers playing with the strap of my bra. 

I can't help but do the same, pulling his shirt slightly up to feel his chest. I break the kiss for a second, looking down where my hands are. I really like this tattoo on him, two sleeves on each side of his pelvis. He is completely made for you to feel attracted to him. He then leans forward, smiling through the kiss. My hands go to his hair, pulling gently from his locks, his hair is really soft. 

"Hey! Hello!" We hear a knock again, a woman's voice on the other side. "I received a complaint, you have been in there for twenty minutes. Is everything okay?" 

It's the stewardess, again. 

"Shit." He says in a breath, breaking the kiss. 

"You are a bad influence, Styles." I giggle lowly, moving my legs away from him. I stand on the floor and then straighten my sweater, looking at him playfully. 

He brushes his hair with his fingers and grabs his sweater, handing me my bag. 

"Yes, everything's okay. I... I have the cramps, its all." I say loud for her to hear. 

"Oh, its alright. Do you need anything? A pad, tampon? A pain killer?" She asks politely, it takes all of me to hold my laugh. 

"No, thank you. I have it all covered." I yell back, shaking my head at Harry who has his mouth covered with his hand. 

"Okay, let me know if you need anything." Is the last thing she says before leaving, I'm finally able to let a chuckle out. 

"Shall we go back to our seat now?" I say after a minute of exchanging gazes with him. 

"After you." He unlocks and opens the door for me, giving me one last smile before I step outside of the bathroom. 

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A/N: YEEEEEESSSSSS THEY FINALLY KISSED!!! I really needed to update because I was so excited for this chapter, I've been planning it since the beginning of the book and OH MY GOD IT WAS MORE THAN NECESSARY AM I RIGHT

Two updates in the same week, this is a first lol YOU'RE WELCOME :) you were so mad in the last chapter, so so so so funny 

Also, the book will have an extra chapter explaining where Frances is going and stuff and then I will write the sequel so GET YOUR AS*ES READY FOR SOME HANCES IN THE FUTURE BECAUSE THERE'S A LOT TO COME and I should stop writing in caps I look like a 12 year old 

Okay peace out bye xx ily