AN: double update had to happen bc the events of this chapter are long as hell and it would've made the past chapter way too long for my liking.

and if the song above doesn't give away the contents of this chapter...you'll figure it out soon enough.

I love you <3

~Alex

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Lucky enough for us, Gemma was able to find a flight back to Rome that wasn't leaving until three in the morning before her and Michael left for their flight to Athens.

Everyone seemed rather relieved to hear that we had talked things out, but something between us still felt off. Harry was still broken and I was swimming in an ocean of questions that I knew I could never ask. I knew I could never ask them because they would reopen old wounds that Harry didn't want to go through again. He had already been through it once and I didn't plan on putting him through it again.

Now it was like the atmosphere surrounding us had been punctured, leaking the certain spark that made us, us. Our happiness was disappearing, being replaced with sadness and a million questions that neither one of us wanted to ask the other.

Our time together was coming to an end and now the only questions was; how much time do we have left?

"Earth to Aurora," Harry's hand waving in front of my face throws me back into reality as I tear my gaze away from the seat in front of me and rest it on Harry, "What are you thinking about, baby? Everything okay?"

I force a smile on my face, my eyes straining to see him in the darkness of the airplane cabin, "I'm fine. Just ready to be back home."

"Do you want to sleep? You can lay your head on my shoulder," Harry offers and I can't help but to laugh quietly at the sweet offer.

"No, I'm okay. I'm not sleepy," I assure him, leaning towards him to softly peck his lips, "Maybe we can watch a movie?" I suggest, poking his stomach and drawing small giggles from him.

He swats my hand away while pulling out his phone, "Stop. People are trying to sleep and I don't need them getting mad at me because I can't stop laughing," he whispers in my ear, the feeling of his hot breath hitting my skin sending shivers down my spine as I subconsciously clench my thighs together.

A smirk dances it's way across Harry's lips as he notices my small action, raising an eyebrow at me, "Don't look at me like. Feeling you pressed up against my back the entire time we were in the bathtub led my mind to dangerous places," I huff out under my breath, shifting in my seat as I cross my arms over my chest.

"You think you had it bad? You were the one continuously moving around and I had to hold myself back from taking you right then and there," he murmurs darkly in my ear, letting his lips graze along my jawline while leaving goosebumps and a desperate need for him in their wake.

I let out a small whimper as he places his hand on my thigh, the heat from his palm radiating through the thin material of my leggings, "Harry, we're on a plane and people are sleeping."

"They're sleeping and there's this thing called a bathroom," he replies while inching his fingers further up my thigh until they rest on the waistband of my leggings, "and I'm sure you've never been fucked on a plane before since you haven't even been fucked in the back of a car...yet."

"Oh, and you've fucked someone on a plane before?" I raise my eyebrows at him, grinning slightly as an idea comes to mind, "and what makes you think I haven't fucked Niall on a plane before?"

A devilish smirk toys at his lips as a flash of anger dances behind his eyes, "Have you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I smirk at him, watching the way his eyes darken as he clenches his fists by his sides.

"Even if he has, I'm sure he can't fuck you as good as I can," he says while placing two fingers underneath my chin, "Can he?"

Enjoying this little game I had created, I decide to keep pushing his buttons, "I'm not sure. I might need to call him so I can refresh my memory," I go to pull my phone out of my bag but feel his long fingers wrap around my wrist before I can move an inch.

"Don't you fucking dare," he growls and I feel a shiver of excitement race down my spine at the sight of nothing but pure lust and anger dancing in an ocean of sage, "Aurora, don't play with me right now. You really don't want to make me angry."

"You're angry? Why?" I fake pout and lean closer to him, "Is it because I brought up Niall?"

He lets out a dark chuckle, briefly closing his eyes before snapping them open again, "I don't like this little game you're playing."

"I do," I grin.

"Then I guess you won't mind me saying I've fucked Maria on a plane before."

My grin instantly falls from my face as I feel my own anger begin to boil inside of me, leaning away from him, "You're lying."

"Am I?" He smirks as a glimmer of satisfaction sparks in his eyes, "I can text her right now and see if she remembers that magical time we had on a flight back from California. And I'm sure you can imagine how much fun we had on a thirteen hour flight."

Thirteen hours.

"Then I guess you won't mind me texting Niall and asking him if he remembers that private jet we took on a one-stop flight from New York to Naples that was also thirteen hours," I quirk an eyebrow at him as I cross my arms over my chest, looking at him defiantly, "and just think...we had all of that space to ourselves with plenty of places to do whatever we wanted to do."

"You just love getting under my skin, don't you?" He narrows his eyes at me as his chest begins to rise and fall harshly.

"As long as it ends with me getting fucked in this plane's bathroom, then yes."

Harry shakes his head as he breathes harshly through his nose, his lips twitching as he tries to hide his smile, "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

"I think I do. Like I said yesterday..." I trail off as I lean closer to him, pressing my lips against his ear, "You're gentle."

"Didn't me fucking you last night teach you that lesson?" He quips back and I instantly shake my head.

"I'd hardly call that exciting or dangerous. You were still gentle and caring...like always," I tease him further as I trail my finger down his chest.

He inhales shakily as I let my hand graze over his crotch, letting my lips brush along his jawline before I start peppering open-mouthed kisses down his neck, "I'll show you fucking dangerous and exciting," Harry snaps before standing to his feet.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I stare up at him innocently, my eyes falling to his lips as he quickly wets them with his tongue before offering me his hand.

"Wanna join the mile high club with me, Flower?"

I bite my lip as his eyes search mine, offering me his hand as if I was about to make a deal with the devil. A pleasurable deal with the devil.

"I thought I already told you I have," I breathe out before placing my hand in his.

"No you haven't," he smirks as he wraps his fingers around my hand, "and neither have I."

A smile tugs at my lips as I continue to stare up at him, "What are you waiting for? Me to suck you off right here?"

His smirk grows and he instantly pulls me up from my seat, looking up and down the aisle before tugging me behind him as we make a break for the bathroom. I glance at the small amount of people we pass and sigh in relief once I see they're either asleep or have headphones plugged into their ears.

Harry quickly shoves me into the tiny bathroom and closes the door behind his back, completely disregarding the lock.

"Aren't you going to lock that?" I whisper, immediately feeling the tiny space heat up with sexual tension and spark with electricity.

"You said dangerous and exciting," he hums as he takes the tiniest step forward that causes his chest to press against mine, "and that's exactly what you're getting."

He doesn't waste any time as he threads his fingers through my hair and crashes his velvety lips against mine, pressing me against the sink and causing it to dig into my lower back. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, asking me for permission before I part my lips and feel his tongue delve inside of my mouth. I practically moan at the feeling as he slightly tugs at my hair, my hands resting on his hips while my fingers clutch at his shirt.

"Be a good girl for me and take off my shirt," he breathes against my lips.

"And what if I don't?" I murmur as I softly bite his bottom lip, slightly tugging on it before letting it fall back into place.

"I'll leave you in here the exact same way you left me in that bathroom at the rehearsal dinner just the other night," Harry raises his eyebrows at me and I have to bite my lip to contain my smile.

Not wanting to end up all hot and bothered by myself, I quickly take the fabric of his shirt between my fingertips and tug it up Harry's torso. He helps me take it the rest of the way off before he tosses it onto the counter, smirking down at me as I run my hands along his inked chest.

My eyes widen in surprise once I feel him remove one of his hands from my hair and wrap it tightly around my throat, causing my thighs to press tightly together as my heart beats rapidly against my ribcage.

"I would tell you to get on your knees, but seeing as we don't have much room in here...I guess you're off the hook," he leans closer to me until his lips barely brush mine, "for now."

A gasp escapes my lips as he quickly turns us around, his hand still wrapped around my throat as my frantic eyes meet his in the mirror. I shiver as he takes his other hand and moves the hair away from my neck, bending his head to start placing wet kisses from my jawline to my shoulder, taking me by surprise as he licks a stripe back up my neck before taking my earlobe in between his teeth.

"Oh my god, Harry," I moan as I flutter my eyes shut at the feeling of his velvety soft lips against my skin.

"Keep your eyes open," he snaps and tightens his grip around my throat, causing me to shoot my eyes open and meet his again in the mirror, "The second you close them again other than to blink, I'm gone. Understood?"

I nod my head frantically but feel his grip tighten even more, "Words, Flower," Harry breathes against my ear.

"Yes," I whisper and see him smile before turning my head to meet his lips in a heated kiss.

I had fallen under his control so easily, melting under his touch and obeying every word he spoke just so I could please him. I didn't realize exactly how exciting this side of him could be, only ever seeing his soft side as he touched me in the most delicate ways and treated me as if I was fragile glass.

But now...now all of that was gone. The softness of his touch had disappeared and I fucking loved it. My body was craving the roughness of his touch and his commanding voice, willing to do anything and everything he asked me to do.

"You're still wearing way too many clothes," Harry says before yanking my shirt up and over my head, throwing it right beside of his before he let the one hand that wasn't wrapped around my throat travel over my bare skin.

Goosebumps appeared in record time once the mixture of hot and cold touched my skin, his rings heightening my senses and increasing the pleasure that was currently pooling in my lower stomach. My breathing hitches once I watch his hand travel further down my stomach before he lets the tips of his fingers disappear inside the waistband of my leggings, a whimper leaving my lips at the erotic sight in front of me.

"Do you like this, baby? Do you like watching me touch you?" He asks before letting his hand completely disappear inside of my leggings as he cups my heat over the fabric of my underwear.

"Fuck, yes," I breathe out as I force myself to keep my eyes open.

"Always so fucking wet for me," he hums before withdrawing his hand, a desperate whimper falling from my lips at the lack of contact, "What's wrong, Flower? You want me to keep touching you?"

Oh my god I love this side of him.

"Yes, please," I whisper as I stare at him desperately in the mirror.

His bottom lip slips between his teeth, his hand once again grazing the skin of my stomach as my chest heaves up and down, flames flickering in his eyes as he watches me fall apart in his hands. I couldn't help but to let my eyes shamelessly stare at his hand wrapped around my throat, his rings pressing into my skin.

Harry notices me staring and lets a dark chuckle fall from his lips, squeezing my throat softly, "You like me choking you, don't you?"

Before I can part my lips to speak, his hand slides into my underwear, his fingers grazing over my clit and sending a shock wave through my body, "Fuck, oh my god," I gasp and jerk myself backwards into his broad frame, clutching the edges of the sink with my fingers.

"Does that feel good?" He hums, rubbing circular motions across my bundle of nerves and pressing his lips to my cheek. His fingers dive deeper into my underwear, causing more gasps and soft moans to fall from my lips.

"Mhm," I frantically nod my head, my brain seemingly unable to form words. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, holding myself back from making too much noise.

"God, you're beautiful," he mumbles into my ear. His hot breath sends jolts along my body as his fingers work circles on my entrance before they quickly reside back to my clit, "I love watching you squirm underneath my touch."

My hand grasps onto his wrist resting along my abdomen, my hips wanting to move along to the delicate circles he's drawing with his fingers that were causing me such immense pleasure, "Shit, don't stop," I pant as I throw my head back on his shoulder, Harry taking the chance to place more kisses along my neck.

The feeling of both his lips and fingers on my skin sends me into a frenzy, the feeling of an impending orgasm beginning to approach me way faster than I even intended it to. But then he does exactly what I just asked him not to do.

"Harry," I whine as I watch him remove his fingers from me, only to shut my mouth and widen my eyes in surprise as he brings them up to his mouth and wraps his lips around them, keeping his eyes locked with mine the entire time he sucks on his fingers.

Fuck, that's hot.

"You even taste like honey," he smirks after removing his fingers from his mouth, "I think it's about time we remove those leggings of yours," Harry says before pulling my underwear and leggings down in one quick motion.

How he managed to do all of this with one hand still wrapped around my throat beats me.

"What if someone walks in?" I ask, the thought of the door still being unlocked once again appearing in my mind.

Cold rings come into contact with the skin on my hip, sending a violent shiver down my spine at the coldness of the metal, "Then I guess they'll be in for a show," Harry smiles as he gives my hip a small squeeze.

My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as I hear him pulling the zipper of his jeans down, a small thud signaling they had hit the floor. Shivers run violently down my spine at the feeling of his cold rings running up my thighs before they curve around the shape of my hips, pulling me back against the bulge hidden away in his boxer-briefs.

A hiss escapes his lips at the feeling of my ass pressing against him, his fingers digging into my flesh and leaving small imprints of the rings gracing his fingers on my skin. He presses his hand harshly against my lower back, forcing me to slightly bend over the sink.

"You have to keep quiet, Flower. No noises," he whispers in my ear as his chest presses agaisnt my back.

Moving his hands up my sides, he reaches my bra and unclasps it, biting his bottom lip as he watches it fall from my shoulders and slide down my arms. My mouth drops open as I feel him grind slowly agaisnt me, the heat between my legs becoming unbearable the longer he keeps drawing this out.

"Harry, please," I whine and push myself agaisnt him, only to be bent further over until I catch myself with my hands by pressing them against the mirror.

"I'm in control here. Not you," he says darkly in my ear, gathering my hair in his hand and yanking it back, allowing him even more access to my neck, "and remember...no closing your eyes."

I nod my head, letting him know I understood him crystal clear. Watching him through the mirror as he takes the tip of his finger and traces it from my jaw all the way down to my hip, I lose control over myself as he leaves a line of fire and turmoil in his wake, the smirk on his face as he watches the goosebumps instantly rise on my skin telling me he knows exactly what he's doing.

Hooking his arm under my leg, he bends it to where it was now resting on the counter, all of my weight now being held up by one leg, "Are you ready for me, Flower?"

"Yes," I breathe out.

He meets my eyes in the mirror one last time before he tugs his boxers down his legs, running his hands up and down my back before resting them on my hips, "Do you think Niall could have ever made you feel this way? Ever get you this excited?"

"No," I whisper, "and do you think Maria could ever get you that hard?"

"Fuck no," he chuckles and I bite my lip to hold back the laugh that wants to escape my throat, "and just so you know...I'm not going to go easy on you."

I shiver once again in anticipation and excitement, "I was hoping you weren't."

"Naughty girl," Harry smirks before ramming himself into me, taking me by surprise and causing a strangled gasp to fall from my lips.

"Oh, fuck," I hiss as he begins making slow strokes, letting me adjust around him. One of his hands leaves my hips and comes up to tangle itself in my hair, tugging on it harshly as his grip on my hip tightens.

He hums as he watches me in the mirror, the corners of his lips tugging upwards until a satisfied smirk graces his lips, "Ready?"

I nod my head frantically, pushing myself back into him as my body begged for more. He quickly snaps his hips into me, leaning forward to latch his lips onto my shoulder. My mouth parts in pleasure and I force myself to keep my eyes trained on his as he stares at me in the mirror, making sure I don't screw up and he wouldn't have to leave me hanging high and dry.

"Shit, you're so tight," he mumbles against my skin, a small moan of his own falling from his lips and filling the heated atmosphere of the small bathroom.

The angle I was positioned in helped him reach all the right spots, his head falling down to watch himself as he entered in and out of me. My walls clench around him and I can't stop myself once a moan leaves the back of my throat, Harry's hand instantly leaving my hip and coming up to clamp it over my mouth.

"Sh, Flower. If you don't want to get caught I suggest you- shit," he groans as I push myself back into him, dropping his head down to bite my shoulder as he tries to contain his moans.

He yanks on my hair, pulling my head back until it rests on his shoulder, the sight of his hand clamped over my mouth as he mercilessly pounded into me fueling that burning pit of fire in my lower stomach.

I let myself moan into his hand, my eyes fluttering open and closed at the feeling of him being buried deep inside of me. He was merciless as he pounded into me, lurching my body forward with each snap of his hips and stings of curse words falling from his lips and landing on my skin while he continued to bite my shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Aurora," he groans before he picks up his pace, my body trembling in pleasure as I struggled to keep myself standing upright, "You think Niall could ever fuck you this good?" Harry mutters in my ear, another moan leaving my lips at his words.

I shake my head and hear him chuckle in my ear, the sound alone pushing me closer to the edge.

But then I practically scream as he pulls out of me, meeting his eyes in the mirror and glaring at him, "Harry, what the fu-" I begin to say as soon as he removes his hand but get cut off once he pulls my leg down from the counter, spinning me around and quickly lifting me up onto to counter.

Without another second passing by he rams right back into me, causing me to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me, biting his shoulder as the new position hits deeper inside of me and draws a loud moan from my lips.

"Holy fucking shit," he gasps as I begin to rock my hips into him, wrapping his arms under my thighs and pulling me closer to him. My body falls backwards and rests against the mirror, his hand once again covering my mouth as my fingernails dig into his biceps.

His eyes stare intently into mine as his jaw hangs slack, his eyebrows furrowed together while sweat begins to form along his forehead and chest, causing him to slightly glisten under the mediocre light.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mutter into his hand, knowing I was about to be pushed over the edge as the knot inside of my stomach begins to unravel.

"Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you to," he growls and his pace somehow picks up even faster, my eyes rolling to the back of my head once he instantly hits my g-spot, "Look at me," he grits out.

I lock my eyes back onto his, sweat forming along his brow line as muscles rippled under his inked skin. My body jolts in shock as he begins to rub my clit, my fingernails digging even deeper into his skin while more moans tumble from my lips and fall into his hand.

"Does that feel good? You wanna cum?" He quirks an eyebrow at me and I instantly nod my head yes, staring at him with pleading eyes, "Too bad. Hold it."

Shock wave after shock wave of pleasure rolls through my body as I begin to tremble against his touch, my body beginning to squirm around on the counter. Euphoria fills my veins but so does pain, the feeling of having to hold myself back causing tears to form in my eyes while I teeter over the edge of a release.

"I guess you won't be bringing up Niall again, will you?" Harry asks me and I shake my head, begging him with my eyes to let me find my release, "Not yet, Flower. You wanted to be a tease and this is your punishment."

His facade quickly begins to drift away as he nears his own release, the line in between his eyebrows growing deeper and his soft pants slowly turning into moans. I clamp my own hand over his mouth right before a loud moan falls from his lips, his head falling back as he screws his eyes shut in ecstasy.

I was beginning to lose control and knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer, knowing that with just a few more thrusts I would come undone. My back arches and my lower stomach begins to burn, rolling my hips into Harry's as I feel another moan vibrate my hand from where it was clamped over his mouth.

He moves his head back down to look at me and nods his head, letting me know I could let go. I instantly sigh in relief before releasing a loud moan into Harry's hand as I let my orgasm tear through me. My body shivers in a state of euphoria and ecstasy, leaning forward and clinging to Harry as I try to ground myself before I get carried away with the clouds.

Harry removes his hand from my mouth and tears mine away from his, latching his lips with mine while his thrusts become sloppier as his orgasm tears through him as well. His moans fall into my mouth as I fist his hair in my hands, wrapping his arms tightly around my body before he stills inside of me.

"Fuck," he breathes out against my lips, letting our foreheads rest against the others.

"Fuck is right," I giggle and kiss him again, shivering as he places two fingers underneath my chin and tilts my head back, allowing his lips to meet mine at a deeper angle.

Our chests rise and fall in sync, our bodies trembling together as we continue to grasp onto each other. Exhaustion finally takes over me as my eyes feel droopy, my body going limp against Harry's with his arms still wrapped tightly around me.

"Guess what, baby?" Harry chuckles while kissing the crown of my head.

"Hm?" I hum, tilting my head back to look up at him.

He pecks my lips and tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear, the gentle touch bringing back the usual soft and gentle Harry I was used to.

"We joined the mile high club."

"Hell yeah we did."

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AN: lmao y'all I thought this was a soft Harry fic but this chapter had other plans. Hope u all enjoyed.

~Alex