Dream On [HS.AU]

Chapter Forty Nine

Halle Henry

I was in my living room, minding my own business, letting my hair dry naturally, wearing nothing but a T-shirt that's ten sizes too big. At 11PM, I was just about to go to bed alone for the first time in a few nights, but then the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to Harry standing there cheesing at me, holding up one singular tulip.

My heart melted, and when I let him in he went straight to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water for his singular tulip that he had brought me. I was smiling so much, like an absolute Cheshire Cat. Everything he does make shy heart melt, and it's terrifying.

I flicked the kettle on, and Harry's arms were soon wrapped around my waist, a million kisses planted on my cheek and neck as he squeezed his arms tighter. Our fingers were soon interlocked as my head rested on his shoulder, and Harry then kissed the backs of my hands, like always.

"Did you erm, did you like my new songs Hal?" Harry asks, kissing my cheek once more before opening my cupboards, examining what food I have tidied away in there that he can have, as if he lives here.

He chose a flapjack. Boring.

"I love them." I tell him with a massive grin, trying to act like I haven't been thinking about his music all day. "They're incredible. Sounds like a totally revolutionary album you're creating."

"Revolutionary?" He repeats with raised eyebrows, eating his flapjack he stole from my cupboard. "Revolutionary you say?"

"Revolutionary." I agree, pouring the boiled water into our teacups.

"I've had the verses of she written for months, and then I wrote the chorus the third night you came on your with us." He explains, taking his tea and sitting on my couch with it, totally relaxed as if this is him trying to tell me this is his new permanent residence.

"Wow." I nod, standing in the kitchen still. "that's quite a while."

Harry chuckles, "I wrote the chorus after three days of knowing you Halle."

I never really thought about it like that, but wow. He wrote that about me after three fucking days of stupid small talk. Of course being on tour with Harry made me think about him a lot, who wouldn't? I had no idea he was thinking that way about me too. It makes me feel happy, yet also really relieved at the same time.

Wandering over to join Harry on the couch, he held out his arm for me and I of course leaned into him. He picked my legs up to rest over his own and when I let out a yawn, he did too, at the exact same time. We laughed, thinking it was funny how synchronised we were, and then laughing even more just because we found each other's laughs contagious.

"Tell me more about your music." I ask him, resting my head on his shoulder as the tv lights up the room and acts as our source of background noise.

"Erm..." he pauses, taking a moment to think and kiss my temple, running his hand through my hair. "Well, there's medicine, which if you haven't guessed is about...sex. Our sex, which is probably weird, but nobody knows it's our sex, so you're safe, but it is about that in case you were wondering..."

I laugh, nodding my head in agreement, "I like that song."

"Yeah, that's the sexy one I played Mitch." Harry explains. "I might play it at the Summer Song festival, debut it to the public and then make them wait ages for it because I'm cruel like that."

"You're the furthest thing from cruel," I chuckle.

"To you." He says. "You have me wrapped around your little finger Halle. I swear you could ask me to jump off a bridge and I would, I'd jump off the highest one in the world. It's kind of scaring me to be honest. I don't think I've felt like this... ever."