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Break

One;

I have no idea how long I have been on this plane, but I was ready to scream—I couldn’t do that though. My attention went back to the book in my hand, I had been on this page for twenty minutes now and after reading the first few sentences my mind began to wander; I was so fucking bored.

“Miss,” I called out to the stewardess who was passing by, she walked up to me with a million dollar smile reserved only for the people in first class.

“Yes, sir?” I beamed back at her, she was cute and I was lonely.

“I’m sure you are sick of hearing this, but how much longer until we land?” I kept my gaze on hers and flashed my pearly whites once more.

She smiled, it was genuine this time, “We will be arriving at LAX in about one hour.”

I quickly averted my gaze to her name tag and then smiled as we locked eyes, “Thank you, Emily.”

“You're welcome, sir. Is there anything else I can get you?” I let my mind wander, all I really wanted was to take Emily into the bathroom and join the mile high club, but I opted for a drink instead.

“A rum and coke with an extra shot sounds lovely,” I smiled at her.

“Well, sir—”

“Harry.”

“Harry,” She paused and looked at me with a look I couldn’t really read, all I knew was that I wanted to kiss her. “I need to see your ID because we are in America now and the drinking age is 21.”

I let out a chuckle, “Oh come on, Emily, I have spent the last 227 days in Europe; 18 is old enough.”

Everyone else in the cabin was asleep. All I knew was it was dark as fuck outside and I was suddenly horny. I continued with a small smirk as I tried to woo the much older beautiful woman, “Let’s pretend we are still in Paris and how about you also get some champagne and have a drink with me?”

She giggled, “You’re cute, Harry.” She gave me a playful grin before walking away—at least I killed some time.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes hoping that sleep would win, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the hot stewardess.

My eyes popped open at the sound of a thump, Emily placed the glass of coke down in front of me and handed me two extra mini bottles of rum, “Stay out of trouble, boy.” She winked before walking off leaving me with half a boner and something to quench my thirst.

XXX

I walked out of baggage claim with my sunglass covering my eyes, I had a nice buzz going on and the LA sun was already shining brightly in the sky. I walked out of the airport and paused, looking around for the familiar black car, a grin plastered onto my face as I walked over, “Louis!”

I couldn’t contain my excitement, Louis walked over with a smile as he popped the trunk, I set my suitcase in it and wrapped my arms around my step-brother, “Jesus, I can’t believe you’re actually back.”

He laughed as he let go of me and closed the trunk, “I want you to meet someone,” He walked around the car towards the passenger side, opening the door and holding his hand out to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen; “This is my girlfriend, Olivia.”

She walked over to me and wrapped me in a hug; she smelled amazing, “It is so great to finally meet you!”

“Yeah, you too,” I responded awkwardly and was sad when she pulled away. I let my eyes dance all over her body behind the protection of my sunglasses. Where on earth did Louis find this girl?

“So, bro, let’s go back home and get you settled in,” Louis started talking and paused as we all entered the car, he turned around to face me in the backseat, “Tell us all about Europe!”

I laughed, “I had fun, mom and dad are great, but most of it I’ll have to tell you later,” I smirked as I saw Olivia’s eyes on me through the sun visor’s mirror, “there’s a lady present.”

XXX

I laid on my bed and closed my eyes, as amazing as traveling the world was, it felt even better to finally be back in my king sized bed in my own bedroom. My eyes opened and I reached over to my nightstand and opened the drawer, grabbing the small tin box that sat inside and grinning to myself as I stared at the extremely old half smoked joint that was sitting in there, I lit it up, taking a few puffs before setting the tin back in the drawer and getting up from the bed. I walked over to the window and cracked it open, blowing the smoke out in the process; it may have been old as hell, but it was getting the job done.

“Shit,” I muttered at the knock on the door, I quickly took one last drag and put the joint out before throwing it away into the trash, “Come in, I muttered as I blew the smoke out and sat down on my bed.

I knew that the room probably smelled like drugs, but Louis was pretty lenient when it came to that stuff. Olivia walked into my bedroom with a small smile on her face, “Hi,” She said as I stood up.

“Hey,” I cracked a smile.

“I cooked some breakfast if you want to come out and eat,” good, god she was perfect. “I understand if you’re tired though, long flight and all.”

I shook my head, “Food first and then I’ll sleep for fourteen hours.”

Her laughter was music to my ears, I followed her out, keeping my eyes on her plump bottom as she walked in front of me. Louis was sitting at the table with a huge plate of food in front of him chowing down, “There’s pancakes, bacon, eggs—basically the works.”

I took the plate from Olivia and snuck in one last look at her irresistible smile before walking over to the stove and stacking my plate, “So.”

Louis spoke up, “Did you finally lose your virginity?” He said with a loud laugh.

I rolled my eyes; I fucking hated him for doing this in front of her, “Yes. Multiple times. There was the girls in Paris, Spain, Germany, Sweden, Italy—Oh, and Amsterdam, let’s not forget about my Amsterdam princess.”

If he was going to act like a dick I was going to be one back, “I know they say German girls are freaks, but this Russian chick—”

Louis cut me off, “Well it was about time somebody took that V-card; proud of you bro took you long enough, I was starting to think you were gay.”

I stood up with my plate of food, “I really wish you waited till your girl left before you decided to start acting like an ass; yes I was a virgin until seven months ago, but trust me, I caught on quickly. It’s not a big deal, sorry we all didn’t fuck the babysitter when we were fifteen, fuck off, Louis.”

Olivia’s eyes were wide, “Sorry you had to see that, thank you for the lovely breakfast Olivia, it was great to meet you.” I turned around and headed towards my bedroom; so good to be home.