We lie awake in my bed starring up at the ceiling. Nothing has felt better in my life then this feeling right here.

"So you're telling me I got played by Niall Horan." Harry laughs.

"Yup. That's what I'm saying." I can't help but laugh a little.

"I can't believe him." He shakes his head back and fourth.

"Neither can I honestly." I sigh. "But if it wasn't for him I would have sat outside your door for three hours."

"Yeah and If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have a beautiful pink stain on your white v-neck." He chuckles.

"It was my favorite v-neck too." I pout.

"I'll get you another one." Harry says. "I'll get you one million white v-necks, if that will make you happy."

"That's a little unnecessary." I laugh.

"I'd do anything for you." He says looking at me. "And Ry I mean when I say that, I will do anything for you." He plants a soft kiss to my lips before we both drift off into a deep sleep.

--

"Yes mom, I'll call you when we land."

"Just be carful honey." My mother says engulfing me in a tight hug.

"Don't worry ma'am, she'll be fine as long as she stays with me." Harry grins.

"Glad to hear." My father says.

We say our final goodbyes and head out the door to the airport. Harry and I want to get there a day earlier so we can relax, plus it also gives me an excuse not to go to the club tonight with Niall and Louis. Drinking isn't my strong point anyways. So it's best if I don't go.

"I've never been on a plane before you know." I state.

"Rion Bellows, the girl who hasn't tried frozen yogurt and hasn't been on a plane. That's just so un heard of in this century." Harry laughs from the seat next to me.

We are waiting in a private room for our plane to arrive. A few fans were at the entrance of the airport asking for pictures from Harry. Some even asked a picture with me, but I politely declined. I don't think I'm ready to give my face out yet. There's already pictures all over the Internet of me in Niall's, Harry's, and Liam's clothing no need for any more rumors to start.

"Mr. Styles your plane is ready." A bald man states entering the room.

Harry, Ryan, his security guard Max, and I stand up. Heading to the gate isn't so bad. The airport isn't crowded considering its around noon on a weekday. There's your typical businessman and woman here but that's about it.

"Harry Styles! Can I please get your autograph for my daughter. She would absolutely love it!" A grey haired man in a suit asks Harry.

"Of course sir, would you like a picture too?" Harry politely responds.

"If you have time, that would be lovely." The man says. "Her names Ryan."

Harry's face turns into a smile. Seriously? What are the odds. I've never in my life met another girl named Ryan.

"What a beautiful name. Is that an R I or a R Y?" He asks.

"R Y." The dad responds.

Ryan, what a lovely name.

All the love

HARRY xx.

Is what the signed notebook read. Harry took his picture and with that we made our way to the gate.

"After you." Harry says leading me on the boarding ramp. I smile and walk in front of him. I feel a set of hands on my behind and a pinch.

I let out a yelp to this gesture. "What was that for?" I ask turning to face Harry.

"I couldn't help myself. Your ass is just so.. So... Huge." Harry exclaims. "Wow such a gentleman." I laugh. His face turns into a cheeky smile.

We take our seats away from the rest of everyone else. This is a small plane so there's roughly forty-five passenger aboard and Harry bought out the whole first class just for us. I told him I didn't mind sitting with other people but he insisted we'd be alone.

"Prepare for departure." The pilot says over the intercom.

I sit back against my seat placing my hand on my thighs preparing myself for this unknown experience. I shut my eyes tightly. "It's okay." I hear Harry whisper next to me. He places his large hand over mine instantly calming my nerves.

"That's it baby relax." I let out a breath but keep my eyes closed at Harry's calming words.

"Just imagine my hands traveling down your soft naked stomach." What is he doing? I open my eyes looking at Harry. "Whaaat?" He says carrying out the a.

"You're really gonna do this on a plane?" I ask.

"Do what?" He says sliding his hand up my thigh. "You know what you're doing." I reply.

"Do not." He says. I roll my eyes. Why is he so horny all the time? I shut my eyes to try and relax. That's when I feel Harry's lips on my neck. I tilt my head back giving him more access to kiss. I soft moan falls from my lips as he nips at my skin. "Harry please." If he doesn't stop now I'm gonna crawl on top of him and rip is shirt off.

"I know you like it Ry." His lips climb to my jaw and his hand goes further up my thigh so its pressed to my front. That's it two can play at this game

I bite my lip giving Harry a sly smirk, he smiles back but he doesn't know what's coming next..

It's 2015 and I'm still waiting for the studio version of Teenage Dirtbag and the reggae version of Last First Kiss. Come on boys..