Hi could you write a mature fanfic about Harry and his gf on a plane?!? Thanks!
Thank you for the request, sweetie! Here ya go:
#13: Jet Sickness**
“Harry, look at me.”
“Just five more minutes and I’m done with this piece.”
“But what about me?”
“Patience, pet, patience.”
And he’s not answering anymore.
Y/N untangles her arm from underneath his bicep, huffing and puffing like a kid, as she turns towards the air hostess at the end of the cabin who gives out instructions to the people flying in the business class. She’s pretty and sweet, and that doesn’t stop the rest of the passengers from ogling at her hands that gesticulate out the seat belt procedure and emergency warning and etcetera, etcetera.
Unlike the rest, Harry’s hasn’t lifted his head even once since he boarded the plane and neither has he stared at the air hostess like the rest do. The fact should somehow be pleasing Y/N, but Harry is neither baring her a look so that over and all frustrates her.
He has been thinking over the last and few songs for the albums this past week and today morning it suddenly occurred to him that he has it all ready on his mind. All he needed was to sit in peace and jot them down.
Of course then, he had to chose an eight hour flight to do so.
Y/N sighs, pulling her packet of gummy bears out of her hand bag and chewing on to to them until the air hostess wraps up her procedures, and the light above for the seatbelts dings loud.
“Harry.” She nudges him. “We’re about to fly.”
“But that doesn’t blend with say.”
“What?” Harry blinks at Y/N. “What’re you saying?”
Y/N’s nose fume at him. “I’m saying that the flight’s about to take off.”
“Oh.” He breathes, nodding absentmindedly. “Okay.”
Y/N gives him a ‘for real?” kinda look while he resumes back to his work.
The flight comes into position and soon is racing down the runway before soaring high. Harry seems extremely numb to all the activities going around and outside him for he barely shows a difference in his posture as now the flight cruises through the air.
Y/N pulls out her I-Pod, shuffling through her classic playlist and doozes off against the seat.
It seems like an hour or two when Harry finally closes his notebook and puts away everything before he’s started to poke and disturb Y/N’s slumber.
Y/N wakes up with a sneeze when Harry’s finger brushes under her nose multiple times, and she gives a confused look, looks around while Harry snickers into his jacket.
“Ello, pretty girl.” Harry greets as she turns to him.
“Who are you?” Y/N mutters, narrowing her eyes at him. Harry has a good laugh watching her.
Y/N shuffles around, putting her I-Pod back and resuming back in the comfortable position on the chair, her feet tucked under her behind while her body all turned to him. “So, are you done?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” He’s hopping on his, up and down, up and down, like a little school girl with his smiles and dimples.
Y/N gives a subtle smile. “I’m guessing it went quite well.” She extends her hand out to the inside of his arm, where he has tucked his notebook. “Lemme see i-”
Harry goes all possessive, jumping up and and holding her wrist tight in his grip as he throws the notebook behind him, hiding it away. “NO!”
Y/N’s eyes widen, she looks around for Harry’s shouted so loud. “What is wrong with you? Why can’t I read it?”
“It’s a surprise.” Harry pushes her back into her seat. “You have to wait like all will do.”
Y/N gives a whiny look. “No, come on, you can’t do this.”
Harry gives a fake evil laugh, twiddling his fingers together with a cunning look on his face. Y/N makes big eyes, joining her hands together as she makes a frown, muttering ‘pwease’, but all she receives is his kiss on her up turned lips.
“But it’s come off so well, y’know. Like-it’s jus-it’s just so, so pure and so true and I-I can’t believe it came out of me, Y/N. I can’t believe I created it.” Harry sighs, dreamy and satisfied.
Y/N smiles at him, her eyes looking up at him in awe. “Are you crying, Harry?” She chuckles.
“No, but I might.” he turns to her, grinning wide. “It’s just that good.”
“I’m so happy for you.” She kisses him again. “So proud.” He rests his head on her shoulder and sighs. Y/N continues. “And I just can’t wait for you to sleep so that I get a hold of that notebook.”
“Hey!” Harry whines, jumping up on his seat and giving her an annoyed look. He huffs, puffing his cheeks and gets up from his place, taking the notebook in hand and tucking the book in one of the bags in the upper aisles above their heads. He sits back, giving a winning smile.
“You’re so naive, baby.” Y/N chuckles, amused.
“My eyes,” He does a gesture, pointing to his eyes and then on her. “on you.”
Y/N looks away and moment later, she stretches and says,” I think I should get my laptop from above and then probably even take a round in the bathroom.”
She’s just started to get up when Harry pulls her back down, shifting her on his lap. She squeals and gets off quick, returning back on her place.
“Will I have to now keep you engaged for the rest of the ride?” Harry gives a quirky smirk.
Y/N nods. “I guess.”
“Why don’t you go to sleep?”
“I don’t feel tired enough.”
Harry coughs. “D’ya want me to help you with that then..?”
Y/N takes a moment to get the catch of his comment but when she does, her loud gasp has Harry laughing loudly.
“Are you bloody out of your mind! In the plane-you want us to-in the fucking airplane!?” She whispers sharp and loudly.
Harry laughs at her. “Do you not feel excited? God, it’s amazing in the plane, baby, I swear.”
“In a private jet, Harry.” She rolls her eyes at him. “In here it feels as so every person’s just got their eyes on the young couple to pull up such stunt and they get to have something to talk about all life then.”
“Y’know, them old couples there.” Y/N points subtly. “They’re probably just pretending to be asleep, I know they have one eye open for us. One single move of ours and they’re coming for our lives!”
“No body’s getting to know about it. I have something in mind, I swear no one’s gonna have a single clue what would just happen.” Harry holds her hands in his.
“So, we do it in the bathroom?” Harry nods. “But the crew members! They’ll know. I guess they are specially trained to identify such couples.”
“No silly.“ Harry clicks his tongue. “Come close, I have something in mind..” He whispers into her ear and by the end of his plan discussion, Y/N has her eyes wide.
“No, no, no, NO!” Y/N gives a panicked look. “We’ll get caught, it’ll be embarrassing!”
“Nothing’s gonna happen, Y/N. You only told me you liked adventures, take this as a bloody mission or something!”
“Harry, it’s mission impossible, I’m telling you.” Y/N shakes her head. “What if I butt out midst the play, probably laugh or something-”
“You’re my girlfriend, have some air about it.” Harry cups her cheeks, kissing her forehead. “Let’s do this.”
Both of them settle back on their seats, take deep breaths. And, it begins.
“Oh, shit! Oh God!” Harry clutches his stomach, getting off his seat and standing up. “Oh, my god!”
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Y/N gets up, her face pale.
“Y/N, I-” He cups his hand over his mouth and rushes past her, to the bathrooms. Y/N follows a moment later, trying to control her smile.
“Harry!” She calls out, and everyone’s looking at couple but with concern.
Harry’s inside one of the stalls, an air hostess standing outside, knocking on the doors for some response.
“What’s happened to Mister Styles?” The air hostess seems more panicked that Y/N.
Y/N makes big, worried eyes. “Oh, dear. He’s had nothing since morning. Must be all that sickness.” And then she’s banging away on the door.
“There was a paper bag in the front pocket if you had needed it.” The air hostess tells. Y/N looks at her with an awkward, crooked smile.
“Oh, was there? You know, he just gets way too panicky, must’ve not seen it. Harry! Harry!” Y/N’s banging on the door.
“He can’t hear you, neither can you, miss. The doors are sound proof.”
“Good.” Y/N mutters under her breath. Then, clearing her throat, she says,” Is there some way I can get in, I have to see how he’s doing. He tends to faint and all.”
The air hostess’s eyes widen. “Yes, yes. Here.” She unlocks the door from the outside. “Is there something I can do, Miss?”
Y/N rolls her eyes in thought. “Yeah, just keep some tissues and a glass of water ready. “ And she’s inside the bathroom.
“Took you too long?” In the cramped space of the bathroom, Harry has pinned Y/N to the sink.
“Had to make it seem genuine, but d’ya know these walls are sound proof.” Her eyes twinkle with amusement.
Harry grins at her.
“We won’t have to be wailing for help from the inside then.”
“Maybe you’ll need to, baby.” Harry winks and Y/N has a moment to think, before his lips come down on her, combusting all thoughts except of him.
His hands cup over the fabric between her legs and she’s gasping into his mouth, pushing herself more into his hand. Her own hand comes down on him, popping his button open and sliding her hand inside his jeans, inside his boxers to hold him in her hand.
Harry moans into her mouth, sliding his lips past her cheeks to her jaw and down on her neck. He tucks his hand inside her jeans, palming her with a flat hand.
Urgency and desperation kicks in, as the two now start shedding off each other’s clothes. Y/N shirt hits the floor moment after Harry’s, the button of her jeans pop open, her panties drag down to her ankles and Harry’s hand replaces the exposed feeling from over her clit.
His fingers dig in, wetting her walls. She’s groaning into his neck, clutching his shoulders with both her hands.
“You can scream, baby.” Harry pants into her skin above her breast. “Say my name, pet, tell me how it feels.”
“I won’t take the chance of screaming.” Y/N bites her lips, suppressing a chuckle. “But it feels so good, Harry. Deeper, deeper, ah.”
Harry smiles, kissing the swells of her breasts. When she’s almost on the verge of getting off, Harry pulls out of her, and works down to take off his jeans and then his boxer briefs. Y/N’s hands come down on his member, holding him in one while the other digs into his hip. She pumps him up and down, Harry face digging into her neck as he bites her skin, trying to get over with the sensation and pain.
“Y/N.” He pants. “I just realized jeans and boxer briefs sound good when you say them together. Li-ah, shit-like there doesn’t seem any disruption. I think I can totally write a song on this.”
Y/N chuckles, pumping faster. “What’re you gonna write?”
“Something about you giving me a blow and then I fucking you right, but of course it’ll be all metaphoric on record.” He grins, taking a hold of his own self and with ease sliding into her.
“Y’know I can’t wait to hear it.”
“And, I can’t wait to write it. “
Harry lifts her leg up in the air and over his shoulder, pumping deeper as Y/N looses control of her curses, all she feels is him inside her and how her walls work up so desperately for him. Harry’s lips find her in the chaos, kissing deeply and getting her come undone with just a few left thrusts.
He puts her leg down, kissing her neck, him still in her as he thrusts slow. “S’more, baby? Let me come too? You can take it, c’mon.”
“Ah, Harry, ah, so good.” Y/N groans, throwing her head back. Harry lifts her on the sink, spreading her legs to stand in between them and he thrusts faster and stronger, coming inside her as their lips meet and she’s dominating him.
They pause, catching their breaths, and when their eyes meet, all they do is laugh.
“Was this your adventure, now?” Y/N teases.
“Life with me ain’t no simple, baby.” Harry chuckles into her neck.
“Lets get outta here.” Y/N urges. “You couldn’t have been puking this long!”
Harry laughs, pulling out of her, and together they put on their clothes. Harry slaps his face a few times looking in the mirror, sprinkles some water on his forehead and eyes, and looks over at Y/N for final review.
Giving him a thumbs up, she hold his hand and opens the lock, Harry pretentiously slumping his shoulders as they walk out. The air hostess actually waits there with tissue papers and a glass of water, and accepting them gratefully, Y/N and Harry rush to their seats.
Sitting down Harry gulps away all the water, then, wraps his arms around Y/N shoulder, tucking her on the inside of his arm.
“So, you literally just pulled up all those tricks just so I don’t read your notebook? Aren’t you just dramatic as hell?” Y/N comments.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Harry Styles and you’re watching keeping up with Styles only on Disney channel.”
Y/N bursts into a fits of laughter, hiding her face so she doesn’t lets out any clue to the co-passengers.
“Now sleep you.” Harry pats her arms circled around him and closes his eyes.
He’s the first one to doze off, Y/N’s awake for a little longer but she never tries to get his notebook.