My gaze flickers to Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn, they’re all leant back in their chairs with their mouths opens, asleep. Can’t blame them, we’re all on a pretty long flight, our destination is LA. My foot taps against the floor, I’m getting restless. I hate long flights but I can never seem to wind down enough to fall asleep during them. I turn towards you, you’re sat next to me watching something on your phone. “Wanna make this flight a lot less boring?” My tone is a low purr.

You look up from your phone, raising a brow, clearly noticing my slightly sultry tone. “What’re you implying, H?” You ask, setting your phone down on your lap.

“M’bored, I think you know exactly how we could entertain ourselves right now.” I reply, my eyes rake over you, taking in your whole no makeup and joggers look. Fuck, you look good.

“On the plane? I’ve never done that on a pla—“

I cut you off. “Neither have I, there’s a first time for everything. Fuck it, let do it. If you’re okay with it, of course.”

A smirk plays on your lips. “Yeah I’m down let’s do it.”

Me and you are just friends well, friends with benefits. We ended up hooking up after one of Niall’s party’s, and it’s carried on happening occasionally ever since. We have no label, no expectations and no strings attached. We’re just two friends who lose ourselves in eachother sometimes. It’s fun. Easy. The boys think it’s strange considering we’re good friends, they’re surprised we’d risk ‘ruining’ our friendship. But this is between me and you and we agree it won’t ruin our friendship, and right now we’re about to join the mile high club while our friends are sleeping.

I stand up from my seat on the plane, nodding my head gesturing for you to follow. We make our way to the back of the plane, the moment we step into the cramped bathroom my hands are on your hips, pressing you against the wall, my lips attach to your neck, pressing kisses and nipping at your soft skin, the soft whimpers that escape your lips are my undoing. My jeans are already uncomfortably tight.

One of my hands move to unclasp my belt with a sense of urgency, relief washes over me when you tug my jeans down freeing my painfully hard erection. “Fuck, you look so good like this. No makeup, messy hair.” My tone is breathless.