Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Thirty-Two - 2014

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Harry

"Thank you, New York!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, a wide smile on my face as I watch the crowd cheering and chanting before the lights go out and I'm ushered backstage.

I was literally buzzing when I got backstage. All the nerves were morphed into adrenaline right before the show started and now they were back. I ignored the looks of everyone and quickly went to the bathroom, lunging forward into one of the toilet stalls.

This had never happened before.

I kneeled down and started dry heaving into the toilet, coughing while trying to get my breathing under control.

"Hey, hey," I felt a hand on my lower back, caressing it softly.

I was hunched forward, my hands resting on the toilet seat as I breathed out roughly. "You okay?" She asked silently, her hand still stroking along my bed.

"Fine," I stammered, throwing my body against the door, my head falling back with a loud thud. "This has never happened before."

"I know, I'm kind of worried. Did you eat something bad?" She asked worrying about me and I smiled softly at her.

I shook my head, trying to catch my breathing. "It's my anxiety," I told her, reaching for her hand and interlocking our fingers. "The nerves came back right after the concert, I couldn't control it."

Florence came a little closer, pressing a soft kiss on my jawline. Her head then moved down and rested on my shoulder. "I wish you could see what I see and hear. And I wish I could take away your fears and your pain."

I frowned at the pain I heard in her voice, it was never my intention to put all my fears and anxiety on her. I didn't want her to carry that weight. It was mine, not hers to carry. Before I could say anything she continued.

"I think this was one of your best performances yet, the crowd was enticed by you and you sang beautifully," She continued slowly. Her thumb circled my knee to the point that my knee became ticklish.

I looked at her from the side, my body warming up and my heart fluttering in my chest. "I love you," I told her sincerely, feeling like such a sappy teenager but I couldn't help it. I was still a teenager and I was in love.

"I love you too," Her lips turned into a big smile, her eyes lighting up before she pecked my lips in the softest way possible.

I guess that was what I loved about her in times like these, she was always so gentle and soft. She never pushed me too far, like she could sense my boundaries.

Her lips tasted so sweet against mine and I lingered into the taste of the honey-tasting lips. I guess I also loved her eyes when they stared into mine so lovingly.

I realized I've never felt this loved before. But Florence made it look so easy, it's why I knew that I would never be able to love someone else. She made me trust her and if I ever lose her, I won't be able to ever trust anyone else. Funny, how I come to this conclusion in a bathroom stall after I was heaving into the toilet.

My stomach grumbled loudly into the otherwise silent toilet stalls. Florence's eyes flicked over to me before a grin crossed her features. "I have a plan, are you up for it?"

"I don't know, should I worry?" I asked her because last time we had a spontaneous adventure I ended up with a sprained wrist.

She scrunched up her nose and I laughed at her cute face. "I think you'll like this adventure," She ensured me before standing up. She dusted off her skinny jeans and then helped me up. "You trust me, right?"