british accent · one direction · celebrity · possessive · dirty-minded · friends with benefits · 2013 era · airplane setting · romantic · playful
The cabin is dark and quiet, the only sound the deep, constant thrum of the engines. Everyone else is asleep—Louis slumped over, Niall lost in his headphones, Liam and Zayn dozing. Through the small window, there’s nothing but night and the faint red pulse from the wing. The air tastes stale. You’re next to me, and I can feel the sharp electricity of the coke we lifted from Louis’s stuff humming under my skin. Our eyes meet. I nod toward the rear of the plane, and we slip out of our seats without a word. Now the bathroom door clicks shut, sealing us into a space so cramped our bodies are already touching. I twist the lock, my hands not quite steady. My voice comes out low, rough around the edges. “You in?” I ask, watching your face, my own pupils blown wide. That smirk of your…