I sit and stare at my phone as I wait in the lounge for the plane to arrive. I want to be anywhere but work right now. The thought of dealing with passengers for this long of a flight is more than enough to make me feel like crying.

“Hey, Chloe.”

“Hey, Marissa.”

Neither of us sounds enthusiastic.

“We’re on first class tonight.”

“Are you fucking kidding?”

First class is the worst. Even though there are less people to serve, they’re typically assholes who don’t give a shit about us. Not that many people do on planes. Flight attendants are basically just ordered around by hundreds of people at once.

“Nope, just looked at the schedule.”

I sigh and put my phone away as I hear the loudspeaker announce our plane’s arrival.

“Let’s go deal with these animals.”

“At least we’ll end up in London for the weekend.”

I nod. That will be fun. Not worth the next eight hours, I’m sure.


“This is your captain speaking. We have reached 37,000 feet and it is now safe to move about the cabin. Your flight attendants will be coming around in a moment taking drink orders and handing out snacks. Dinner will be served three hours into the flight. Thank you for flying British Airways.”

I turn to Marissa as we unlock our seatbelts.

“That’s our cue.”

She rolls her eyes and we stand up, folding up our seats just behind the cockpit. Being the only two attendants in first class is nice because we don’t have to deal with the other idiots we work with.

“Cameron’s here tonight.”

I know he is. She doesn’t need to remind me. I wish I never kissed him; that was the biggest mistake ever. Now, he won’t leave me alone.

“Kind of makes me glad we’re in first class.”

“Yeah, and it’s not too crowded up here. Did you see that guy in 4A?”

I did see him. He’s gorgeous. He looks like an important businessman or something in his tailored suit and leather briefcase. He can’t be much older than me, though. His hair is pretty unruly for being dressed so nicely.

Marissa and I gather our drink cart and I pull it backwards, hoping to talk to the mysterious stranger. I take three orders, handing our sodas and one glass of wine before we get to row four.

“Hello, sir. Can I get you something to drink?”

He looks up from a book and removes a pair of glasses, his bright green eyes meeting mine with a warm smile.

“Good evening. I’ll have a scotch on the rocks, please.”

His voice is silky and deep, a thick accent making his mouth move in an intriguing way. I feel like I can’t look away. Marissa clears her throat and I snap out of my momentary daze.

“Sorry, coming right up.”

I search with shaking hands for a small bottle of scotch and pour it over ice in a small glass. I hand it to him and feel my face turning hot and red as his fingers skim over mine. Why am I so nervous? I talk to people I don’t know all day, every day. No passenger’s ever been this sexy, though.

“Thanks, miss…” his eyes shift to my chest, glancing at my cleavage before landing on my nametag, “…Chloe.”

“You’re welcome, mister…”

I look at him inquisitively, waiting for his response. He extends a hand and I nervously rest mine in it.

“Harry. Harry Styles.”

“Pleased to meet you, I-“

“Chlo, come on.”

Marissa shifts her eyes from me to the remaining rows we have to reach.

“Sorry, sir, we’ll be back to take your meal order soon.”

Marissa speaks before words can escape my gaping lips, pushing the cart into me. I jolt backwards and catch my footing before I fall and glare in return, faking a smile before I turn to the next passenger.

“Good evening, what can I-“

“Chloe!”

Cameron.

He stands in the hall connecting first class with coach. I shoot him an angered look and walk over to avoid unneeded attention.

“What do you want?” I hiss.

“You, Chloe.”

His hand trails down my thigh and around to my bottom, squeezing it lightly. I push his arm away and he grabs my wrist roughly.

“Let me go!”

I speak louder than I would like, but his grip is harsh. He doesn’t let go and I try to wriggle free when I feel a warm hand resting on my shoulder.

“She said let go, mate.”

Harry stands tall, towering over me; Cameron even. His hand releases my arm and he nervously looks at the passenger behind me, who is standing quite close.

“S-sorry. Is there anything we can get you, sir?”

“You can get back to your job and leave this poor girl alone.”

Cameron turns bright red and scurries away, unable to find appropriate words. I turn around and Harry is standing inches away, his breath hitting my forehead.

“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I am now. Thank you for that.”

“Sure. Can I get you something?”

I chuckle and look up into those perfect green eyes.

“No, thanks. That’s my job. Go ahead and have a seat.”

He locks eyes with me once more before returning to his chair, looking back as I walk to the row Marissa is currently attending.

“There’s just a couple more rows. Do you mind if I take a breather up front?”

She smiles knowingly and nods.

“Sure thing, Chlo.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and squeeze past her, making my way to through the curtain near the lavatories and cockpit. This is the most calming place on the plane. It’s quiet, private and empty. Well, it was.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Leaning against the wall, I turn to see the beautiful stranger I’ve only just met.

“Harry, was it?”

He nods.

“I’m fine, okay?”

I don’t mean to sound rude, but I really am. I just need a moment alone. I’m not actually afraid of Cameron; he just caught me off guard.

“Alright, alright.”

He raises his hands in defeat.

“Can I get another drink?”

I step away from the wall and arrange myself, checking my posture.

“Sure, same as before?”

“Make it a glass of champagne.”

I grin and move to the small counters to the right of the cockpit, opening a miniature refrigerator and finding a bottle of champagne that is already opened. I take a glass from above and set it down, pouring the bubbly liquid into it. Once it settles a bit, I turn to face Harry, who is now standing about a foot away. I start to hand it to him, but he pushes it away.

“Drink it.”

I shake my head immediately.

“On the job. I can’t.”

“What happened to the customers always right?”

He smirks.

“Just drink it quickly; no one will see.”

I look down and bring the glass to my lips before I can think about it further or come up with good excuses to give myself. Before I know it, the glass is gone and my body is thoroughly warmed.

“See? Much more relaxed.”

He moves closer, running his fingertips along the counter as his hips hit mine. He lowers his head so that his mouth is at my ear and he rests his hand on my waist, whispering softly.

“I would never be as rough with you as that idiot.”

I feel a tingling down my spine as my hands shake in place, hoping he would be rough. I can’t look at him and he must notice. He brings his other hand to my chin, resting his fingers under and raising my head to face him. I stare into his eyes, finally shifting my gaze to his full, pink lips. God, if I weren’t working…

Fuck it.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, tousling it more than it was before, and crash my lips into his softly and with purpose. He parts his mouth open and takes my bottom lip between, sucking on it and nibbling before letting me go.

“Bathroom.”

I nod in agreement, out of breath and ready to do something out of the ordinary. Thankful that the lavatories are on this side of the curtain, I step in, pulling Harry by his tie to join me. He closes the door to the small cubed room and forces my ass against the sink by pressing his hips into mine gently.

“You know, you don’t have to be gentle… I just don’t like Cameron.”

“God, I was hoping you’d say that. I want to do this right. It’s all about balance.”

He hisses into my ear, holding my hips and flipping me around so that my chest and hands are resting on the mirror. His hands explore my body, running up my sides under my crisp button-down shirt, reaching around and cupping my breasts through my bra. He pulls my bra down so that my chest is exposed under my shirt and he presses his stiff crotch against my behind as he squeezes my bare breasts.

A soft whimper escapes my throat as his lips trail along my shoulder, reaching my neck hastily with such need and desire. I rest my cheek on the mirror and my breath fogs up the glass as I struggle to catch it.

“We gotta make this quick. Marissa will be wondering where I am.”

He tugs at my skirt until it is bunched up around my waist, leaving my thong clearly visible. I reach back and hook my fingers onto his belt loop, pressing his clothed erection against my ass once again. His arm curves around my waist and maneuvers its way between my legs. He quickly finds my sensitive area with his long fingers and causes me to gasp.

“Shhh. You have to be quiet, babe.”

He hisses into my ear again, sending waves of craving from my head to my toes. I bite my lip in submission, holding back the moans that are fighting to escape and push my hips back into him as he moves his hand quicker against my sex, leaving my panties a sopping mess. His hand releases me and I feel empty without his touch. I soon hear clanging and realize he’s removing his belt. I turn around in the tight quarters and assist him by loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt and kissing him roughly. I grow impatient toward the bottom of the dress shirt and rip the last few buttons apart, sending them in different directions, eventually ending on the floor. He smirks at me and drops his pant, boxers falling along with them, before slipping two fingers under my panty line and yanking them up, causing unbelievable friction against my clit.

“Oh, god…”

I try to stay quiet and fail, so he cuts me off with his lips, sealing off any openings where sound could escape. I roll my hips forward, waiting for him to stop teasing and really give it to me. I trail sloppy kisses along his jawline and stop just below his ear, whispering softly my pleas.

“Fuck me already, please.”

Before he can respond, I nibble harshly on his earlobe, making him let out a sharp breath of air. He removes my underwear as much as he can in the confines of the lavatory without bending over and I kick them off the rest of the way. His large hands rest under my behind and he lifts me with ease onto the small sink counter. I wrap my legs loosely around his hips and he holds onto my thighs as I reach between us and grip his long, solid length. He follows my gesture and scoots forward until his tip is resting against my entrance. I try to relax my body as best I can as I guide him in, slowly until he makes enough progress to not require my assistance. As he buries into me, I tighten my legs around him, pulling his body as close as possible to mine. I rest my arms on his shoulders to balance myself and let one hand find its way back to his loose, soft curls. He fills me completely with plenty more of him to go and I grip onto his shoulder as he pushes in some more. I lean my head back onto the mirror and move my hips forward to match his now-rhythmic movements. I look at his chest, which is exposed with his shirt flowing at his sides with each motion. He leans down and sucks on the skin between my neck and chest, just above my collarbone.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy, Chloe.”

His whispers grow louder and raspier by the minute.

“So full, Harry. Feels-so good.”

My words come out in grunts and he no longer seems concerned with the noise level. A bead of sweat forms on his hair line and his eyes flutter shut as he quickens his pace, gaining deeper access with each thrust. I can see the pleasure in the wrinkles on his forehead and I watch his abs contract each time he rolls his hips into mine. The view is breathtaking from this angle and the spot he hits deep inside me causes utter ecstasy. A deep grunt escapes his lips and I silence him with mine, unable to really work my mouth against his, but my tongue slides along the roof of his mouth. His tongue darts out and slides along mine before he simply rests his mouth there and pants; his hips growing sloppy and slow.

“Ssso close.”

He grunts and I simply nod in agreement, unable to speak without screaming. I bite on my lip and lean back as the burning in my stomach ensues. He moves quickly again; the friction sending me over the edge as I come undone, my walls closing in pulses around him. He groans once more and buries himself deep inside, at which point I hold him in place with my legs, interlocking my ankles together behind his back. He comes hard inside me and rests his head on my shoulder as he starts to catch his breath. I push his hair away from his forehead and lean my head against the mirror.

“Jesus, that was hot.”

I scoff and clear my throat before speaking, not trusting its strength.

“You can say that again.”

“How about we do that again instead?”

He stands up and pulls his boxers and slacks up. I pull my bra back into its spot and try to fix my hair.

“We can’t. I have to get back to work.”

“I don’t mean here. How long are you in London?”

“Just the weekend.”

“A lot can happen in a weekend, Chloe.”

I grin and bite my lip as I think.

“Here, take my business card and call me if you don’t make up your mind by the end of the flight.”

I nod and smile as he finishes buttoning his shirt. I fix his tie and make sure the collar is down all around his neck. He checks the mirror and seems satisfied with his appearance, which I can’t blame him for. He looks even hotter with sex hair.

“I hope you decide to spend your weekend with me.”

He winks and turns to slip through the lavatory doors as I hop off the sink and pull my skirt down. Before he can disappear back to his seat, I tap his shoulder.

“I almost forgot, sir, will you be having the chicken or steak?”

He grins and starts to close the door.

“Surprise me.”

Notes

Ahhhhh guys, don't hate me. I know I took forever, but I'm catching up again <3 Thank you all for being patient. xoxo

Hope you liked it Chloe! :*