Calum's PoV

We boarded the plane and sat in our designated seats: Poppy by the window, myself in the middle and Luke on the aisle seat. Across from him sat Sierra, Ashton and Bex. Michael and Crystal were behind them. Poppy put her book in the small pocket on the chair in front and looked over to me, offering me a smile. Her attractive eyes lit up from the light shining through the window, illuminating her features like they would in a photo shoot. I stared at her, slowly drinking in her beauty.

"What?" She asked shyly, suddenly feeling very self conscious under my gaze. I let out a small smile.

"Nothing. Just surprised I managed to find a girl like you." I said lovingly, stroking her cheek with my finger. She let out a little laugh as she swatted my hand away from her playfully.

"What do you want? I know you'd only be complimenting me because you wanted something." She smirked, squeezing my thigh. My body felt like it was melting under her touch, making me want her more. I leant closer to her, brushing my lips over her cheek as they stopped by her ear.

"You." I growled. It was my turn to put my hand on her bare thigh now, just underneath the edge of her shorts. She sucked in a sharp breath as my cold hand shocked her, causing her skin to goose pimple.

"Calum, behave." She scolded me in a whisper, grabbing my hand off her thigh and holding it in her hand. After quickly checking the people around her, she glanced back to me seductively. "Wait til we're at the hotel at least." She gave me a half smile. I smirked back, knowing that I now had something to look forward to.

***

We were halfway through the flight when I got bored of listening to my music. I quickly switched it off and pulled the earphones out of my ears, wrapping them up neatly as I wiggled in my seat to get comfortable. Luke had fallen asleep to my left and Poppy was engrossed in her book about doctors, so I was left feeling pretty lonely as my eyes wandered the plane in search of something to attract my attention. The cabin crew were currently going through the aisle asking people if they wanted drinks or snacks, some people were fiddling with their lights and air nozzles on the ceiling, some families were playing games. It was a familiar sight, especially as we toured countries in such quick succession, sometimes it felt like all we did was sit on planes.

"For you." The cabin crew gave me a plastic cup filled with what looked like whisky. I gave them a confused look as I shook my head.

"Oh, I didn't order-"

"From your friend in seat 3G, sir." They answered, practically shoving the drink into my hand. "Enjoy!" They said as they quickly wheeled past us and to the other passengers. I held the cup in my hand and stared at it as if it were a foreign entity. Who on Earth was this from? There must have been a mistake. Leaning past a sleeping Luke, I looked at all the aisle numbers until I saw 3G, my heart hammering nervously in my chest. What if it was a crazed fan? What if it was a stalker? What if it was...?

My eyes fell onto her again, twice in such a quick timeframe bearing in mind we hadn't seen each other in years. She seductively pulled a spoon from her mouth, her lips lingering on the tip of it for just a moment too long, pulling me in. She offered me a wink, her lips flicking into a mischievous grin. Damn you, Naomi.

I shot back to my seat, my blood pumping furiously around my body. I cursed myself for reacting like that, enjoying her presence and her little 'show'. I should despise her, hate her for ruining how I portrayed love after she broke me into pieces and left my band mates to pick me up again. I should look at her and feel repulsed... but I don't. Something in me never seemed to let her go. Something that clung onto the fact we had an amazing, albeit reckless, time when we were together. It was a passionate relationship, always heated and it always felt like it was our first time together no matter how often we were with each other. My body heated up once again as I thought back to those encounters and how she made me feel.

No.

Enough. I need to stop thinking about her. I'm happy with Poppy. I love Poppy. I don't need Naomi back in my life. How does she have such a hold on me? Somehow she knows exactly what's going to get my attention.

"Cal?" Poppy's sweet voice pulled me from my thoughts, jolting me back to reality.

"Sorry baby?" She was looking at me expectantly, awaiting an answer to a question I hadn't heard. I offered her a sorry smile and she relaxed a little.

"I said isn't it a little early for whisky? Especially after what happened last time you had a lot of it." She was now looking at the drink I had in my hands, wondering why I'd got a whisky in the morning. I let out an awkward laugh. Did I tell her that Naomi got it for me? Did I leave that as our little secret? I didn't want to upset her any more.

"Oh this?" I held up the plastic cup, quickly looking away as I made eye contact with Naomi once more. She blew me an air kiss, fluttering her eyelashes at me. I swallowed heavily. "I- I just felt a little uneasy on the flight. Thought it'd calm my nerves." I let out a nervous laugh. Poppy folded the corner of the page she was on and closed her book, putting it back in the pocket before turning to face me fully. She put her hands on mine and let out a smile.

"I'm always here for you, Cal, you know that. I've got ways to take your mind off it." She smiled and my heart seemed to melt at her words. I gazed into her eyes as she put a hand on my chin, guiding my face towards hers for a tender kiss. Everything seemed to be forgotten for a moment as our lips touched, seemingly growing more passionate as we stayed locked on each other. We finally pulled apart, breathing heavier as we quickly checked around us that we hadn't disturbed anyone. I leant over the seat and offered my drink to another passenger who happily accepted it.

"You're right. I've got you, nothing else matters." I said, wondering if I was trying to convince myself as I said it, knowing Naomi was still in back of my mind.