𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑑 ~RoadTrip Oneshots~

𝐴 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 🤍 ~Honny~

This story is set in the 19th century

Sonny's POV
The first time I saw him, I was 18...no no 19.
It was summer, around June and the park was full of people but I was only able to see him.
He was the only one I saw in that sea of people.
I tried to find a way to describe the feeling, I spent days and days but it was impossible.
Your body and your mind are so overwhelmed that putting it down to words it's not enough, you have to feel it yourself.
Every other story would have been like this: we randomly met and somehow we ended up together, but ours was different.
Each time I saw him it was seeing a field of dandelions blossom.
His golden and luminous hair felt soft even by just looking at them, his eyes were able to look directly into your soul and honestly, he could have asked me the moon with those eyes and I would have given it to him.
The way he acted around his friends, always composed and polite, I wondered how kind his heart was.
Everyone loved him, he was impossible to hate and sometimes I envied him cause I wasn't even close to what he was.

No one POV
"Ryan, you coming with us?"
"Sorry what?"
"We agreed on having a drink at the pub...did you forget?" His friend George said with his hat under his arm.
"No. Of course, I didn't forget. Let's go"
And Sonny had to say bye to Harper.

"My parents want me to marry Ashlyn but I love Emily...this is unfair" George complained.
"Then marry Emily"
Sonny didn't see the problem.
"Ryan, you know I wish I could do that but Ashlyn comes from a noble and rich family. Emily doesn't have anything"
"Love goes beyond money. Love goes beyond anything" Sonny said staring at his drink.
"Oh, Ryan...I wish I could just follow my heart, just like you"
George was desperate and Sonny understood his pain, he couldn't even imagine being with someone he doesn't love.
"And what about you, my friend?"
"There's someone, a special person"
"Tell me, who is it?" George was too curious to not know.
"I can't tell you maybe one day I'll be able but just know that their love is like finally coming back home after a long trip"

So that's how Sonny's obsession started...
Forget the muses that inspired ancient Greek poets, Harper beats all of them.
Just a look brings a flood of words and a 'hi' is capable of messing up your head.
Sonny was head over heels for the boy and not even for a second the thought of being wrong cross his mind cause with Harper everything was right and legit.
So the boy spent every single minute of his free time writing.
Writing poems that no one will read except for maybe Harper and the wind.

"Ryan...Ashlyn invited me to a picnic and she asked me for someone willing to read a couple of poems"
"George, you're aware that my compositions are private"
"I know my friend, no one is asking you to do that. Just read something to entertain"
Somehow Sonny agreed and found himself heading to the park.
Ashlyn prepared the best picnic ever, not a thing was missing...not even his muse.
Harper was there with his perfect suit that made him look even more divine.
"You decided to come" his voice didn't sound like heaven, probably heaven sounded like him.
"Yes, I did" Sonny smiled.
They chose to read Shakespeare, a classic, and Sonny noticed that Harper was fully captured by the story and honestly it was all that mattered to him.
He didn't care if the others weren't listening.

When the picnic ended, Harper dragged the boy further in the park.
"Thank you for reading for us" the boy said so softly that Sonny's heart melted.
"What are you doing?"
Harper was climbing a tree.
"You're gonna ruin your clothes"
But Harper didn't care and gestured Sonny to come.
So the boy climbed the tree and they sat on a branch watching the sunset.
"Egyptians thought the sun died each day..." Harper said, his golden hair sparkling cause of the sun.
"He died and born each day only to gave us light"
Sonny could listen to his voice all day, forget about writing or playing polo.
"But I think about the moon too...chasing the sun every day but never being able to reach it"
"Sounds like a tragic love story"
"George told me that you write" Harper turned to look at him this time.
"Yeah, I do. I'm working on a love story like this one but maybe the moon reaches the sun this time"
Harper smiled cause Sonny had the talent to turn everything into a poem.
"You'll have to let me read a poem once"
"I promise I will"
Sonny kept his promise, once in a while he left a poem for Harper in different locations around town.
Sometimes in the woods or hidden somewhere near the well.