Muse [h.s.]

24. fleeting

🎵Midnight — Coldplay

Harry's POV

I pace back and forth in the dressing room, running a hand through my mess of curls. I glance at my reflection in the mirror — my cheeks are tinted pink, my hair messy after performing.

My heart is still racing quicker than the rate of a butterfly's fluttering wings; it's due to all the adrenaline from being up on that stage.

I'm still amped up from the crowd's energy, I can still hear their roaring screams even from backstage. I love shows like these the most, where you could almost feel the energy radiating between the performer and the audience — it's like I feed off of it.

They sung along with every song, they danced along with me, and I even saw a few people cry when it got to the slower ballads. Its indescribable, the feeling that I'm able to share with the fans, the connection we share.

It was like I could feel that surge of energy a million times more in this arena tonight. I don't know if it has anything to do with seeing the love of my life in the sea of people, if that heightened it at all.

I couldn't believe it when I saw Aurelia in that crowd, I felt like I was dreaming. The moment my eyes laid on her, seeing that beautiful vibrant smile on her lips, adoration laced in her gaze...

I had to screw my eyes shut to be sure that I wasn't dreaming — but I truly wasn't; when I opened them back up again, I was met with her beaming smile, pride encompassed on her features.

My golden girl.

I had no idea that Lydia would even tell her, nonetheless convince her to come to the show, but I could squeeze Lydia in happiness for doing so; I've been worried sick since she spoke to me earlier about what that prick Kyle did to Ella's apartment.

I was so close to telling Jeff to cancel the show, to turning around and heading back to Miami myself to make sure she was okay.

I knew her too well; she could be saying she wasn't affected by it, but I needed to see her face to be sure of it myself — like Lydia always says, I can read Ella like a book just as well as she can.

The moment I saw her, all traces of worry dissipated in my mind, after seeing her smile at me.

Aurelia's smile is an embodiment of happiness itself. I've compared her to a flower before, and that's exactly what her smile reminds me of — a blooming, spring flower.

Light always radiates from this beautiful woman, but even more so whenever she smiles at me; I could see the light travel from deep within in and spread to every part of her, extending to everyone in her vicinity — almost like Midas, as everything she touches turns to gold.

"Oh my god!" Lydia's voice chirps, suddenly breaking me from my thoughts. My head flits over to the doorway, where she and Jax are stood.

"Harry, man, that was amazing!" Jax says with a grin, crossing the room and clapping me on the shoulder. I can't help but grin back at him, playfully elbowing my friend in his side.

"I'm so glad you guys liked it," I reply with a smile as Lydia comes over to give me a hug, too.

"Thank you, Lydia," I whisper quietly as she hugs me, and she gives my arm a light squeeze in return. "You have no idea how much it meant to me, seeing her here..."

"Shut up, Harry," Lydia replies with a small laugh once she pulls away from my grip on her. My eyes scan the doorway, feeling a sinking feeling when I don't see Ella.