Excessive (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 54.

"So if you're not mad, then what are you? Clearly, you are not too happy with me right now" I said watching him sigh and shake his head.

"I'm just irritated that you think like that" he said looking back at me.

"I don't" I said quietly making him look at me with now sad eyes.

"Yes you do" he said, a slight pout beginning to form. "I guess I just want to think that if I open those doors, you won't run out and never come back"

"I wouldn't do that, Harry" I coaxed quietly.

"Sure" he said, rolling his eyes and pouting his lip.

I got up from my criss-crossed sitting position between his legs and moved to straddle his hips, just below the band of his sweatpants. He sucked in a harsh breath as I took his scruffy face between both of my palms and lifted up his chin. His eyes illuminated green as I gave myself a minute to just look at the man.

Those same eyes that have seen so much, probably cried the most when he was young and alone in his room. Those eyes that have been through some of the worst possible outcomes on life. Those eyes that have never been able to see true happiness. Those beautiful emerald eyes.

"If I really still thought like that, don't you think I would have ran once I figured out you don't lock the front door anymore" I said with raised eyebrows making him suck in a harsh breath.

I could tell he was fighting the urge to touch me as his hands were tightly gripped on the band of his sweatpants. His lip had been nervously taken in between his teeth as his eyes shone adoration. He was happy, knowing that I'm not going to be leaving.

"You're aren't going anywhere?" he asked shyly, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Nowhere" I said quietly, grabbing his wrists lightly, making his tight hold on his pants release immediately. I placed his hands on my hips and allowed mine to rest on his chest. "I promise" I said quietly.

I leaned in and let our lips touch, igniting the fire in my stomach.

Niall Horan

Fück. That's all I have to say. Fück. Fück. Fück. And oh... Fück.

Harry's a fücking idiot. Of course, when this trip was made, nobody thought Harry would fücking want Arabella to be there, but nope that guy is full of many fücking surprises. We have six fücking plane tickets for 1st class and since Harry is becoming dïck whipped by her, he insisted on her getting the fücking 1st class seat. My first class seat.

Sure, we could easily threaten another 1st class passenger out of their seat, but we have been too pushy with air-crafts lately and the last thing we fücking need is for Ferocious or any other fücking gang trying to hop on our dïcks and take us down.

Now, I have to fücking sit in middle class seats next to a fücking kid who I bet hasn't showered since he was born. And because there are so many fücking kids in this damn plane, serving alcohol to middle and lower class seating is restricted. Fück my fücking life.

I really hope that Harry is fücking enjoying his five star fücking meal, unlimited fücking drinks, and fücking Arabella because its causing me to have to fücking sit with these assholes who are too poor to get a fücking nanny for their shitty kids. He better fücking realize how much I am fücking 'taking one for the team'.

"Excuse me, sir? Would you mind switching seats with my son? He really wants to look out the window" the women two seats down from me said.

Fücking demon child's mom is trying to get me to fücking move when his kid smells like ass and is really annoying me. What the fück. I look over to see that not only does she have one kid, but she has fücking three. Two were sitting in the seats next to her and the other one was the kid next to me. What the fück is with women having a billion kids.

"Sure" I mumbled unbuckling the disgusting seat belt and getting up from my seat to switch with annoying kid.

"Thank you" she chirped like a fücking annoying bird before turning to attend to her two other annoying kids. "It's a good thing this is a bigger plane, then I would have to split us all up" she said. Was she talking to me? I looked around to realize I was the only other fücking asshole in this row other than herself and her three demons.

"Where's their father?" I asked looking at the three brats. The women looked down at her lap before back at me with watery eyes. What the fück did I do now?

"He passed away" she whispered quietly.

Deep down, I sort have felt something for the women. She was left with three fücking annoying little shits and she can't even get the help from their father. She looked at the sleeping daughter next to her and sighed before looking back at me.

"I'm sorry" I said trying not to come off as awkward.

"Me too.." she replied.

A/N:

I know I forgot to update on Thursday, but it's because I was at my friends then I had dance and by the time I got home it was already 10 and I didn't want to rush ANOTHER chapter soo yeahh

anyways, I am changing my updating schedule because the one I have now is kinda hard to accommodate with so the next time I will update will be a surprise!

Oh! and the chapters that are about to come up are going to be insane! The book is going to be in a whirl wind with plot twists and what you thought were pointless details, are actually the biggest part of the book! So look out!

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