The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

24

Bee's POV:

I had assumed we'd be going to one of the upscale hotels in downtown Seattle, so when Aaron continued north past all of the downtown exits, I got curious.

I peered down at Harry who had turned on his side ten minutes ago so his face was against my blazer buttons. I rested one hand loosely in his hair and one on his neck. I felt soft puffs of air coming from his nose being so close to my bare abdomen. His long legs were curled slightly, and his arm was wrapped around my waist. His fingers brushed very light circles on my back under the blazer as we rode silently.

I looked up to the rearview mirror to see one of Aaron's eyes in the reflection. "Aaron, where's the hotel?" I spoke loud enough to hopefully snap him out of his low mumbling of reciting Eagles lyrics as he'd done for the entire ride. He wasn't a bad singer actually either.

Aaron immediately caught my eye in the mirror. "It's in Ballard," he said simply.

I nodded and looked back down at Harry, whose eyes were now open and looking up at me.

I smiled softly down at him. "Hey sleepyhead," I cooed.

His brows furrowed slightly. "Not sleepy. Just recovering from rocking the shit out of the Tacoma Dome before the fun night ahead." He flashed his teeth then, a bright lively smile.

"Ah, I see. Just a little disco nap then," I said, scratching my fingers in his scalp, earning a low hum from him as he tightened his arm around my waist.

"Disco nap? I don't know if that's what I just did but I love that. Let's call it that," he said as he nuzzled his face into my abdomen.

"It's like at music festivals," I spoke through a giggle at his action, "when there's nonstop music and activities, I need a disco nap between day partying and late night partying. I'm not good at actually napping, so usually it's just me laying there with my eyes closed, resting my body and gearing up for the night after a full day of partying."

He pulled his head back just enough to look up at me again. "Okay, so you're a music festival person."

I shook my head. "I mean technically yes... but I don't like the really massive ones. Coachella, for instance, is too big for me. Just too many people."

"Which ones do you prefer?"

"Well I played a couple of songs off the Dirtybird Record Label for you last night. It's mostly house music, techno, and some bass. They do Dirtybird Campout every year and it's like 5,000 people, and it's like an adult summer camp. They've got camp activities and everything. It's so fun. I'm going in a couple weeks actually."

I was surprised I hadn't lost him yet. Usually people's eyes glaze over when I mention house music. 

But he was still looking up at me, glancing down at my mouth every so often as I talked.

He cracked a smile. "I don't know if I could do a whole weekend of that type of music, to be honest. It's just so repetitive. I like hearing you talk about it though."

I nodded understandably. "Yeah, I mean I didn't always like it. But with those festivals, it's more so about the feeling that I get with the people there. Everyone is there to just groove, and there's an overall sense of unity. It's nice to escape real life with them. Everyone is just best friends by the end of it. It's magic, and I stand by that. Festivals have gotten a bad reputation over the last several years. It's not all about drugs and hooking up. I mean... it can be if you want it to be. But that's not what has me always coming back to the music." 

I shook my head. "It's hard to explain. I always feel like a New Age hippie when I talk about it with people who aren't into it."

Harry clutched at my hip. "Hey, I think it's awesome. It sounds like something you're really passionate about, which is something we haven't exactly talked about since we've met. You're all lit up, darling," his dimple teased me.