I lock the door to the small plane bathroom. The close proximity forces us to press against each other. I smirk, looking straight into your eyes. Your pupils are huge. “You wanna do this?” I mumble, completely wasted. As I see the glint in your eyes and the smirk on your lips, I immediately unclasp my belt and unzip my jeans. This is gonna be fun…

We’ve been in the same band for about three years now. We have toured all over the world together along with the lads. The hectic schedule makes you… stressed. And we all handle stress differently right? Look. Me and you, we are just friends, despite our occasional makeups and hookups. It has been some sort of stress relief for us both.

Right now we’re like 35 thousand feet in the air, on the way from London to LA. Everyone has basically been sleeping the whole entire time, and you and I got bored. So.. we decided to borrow some of Louis’s coke, get high, and then join the mile high club. Just for fun. And as friends. Obviously.

“Turn around for me” I mumble with a slurred voice, brushing your hair over your shoulder. “Good girl” I tease with a smirk.