Baby Honey - H.S.

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Harry

She's here.

She's alive, she's still in London, she looks even more beautiful than I imagined and most importantly, she's here. In my arms.

If you told me tonight would take such a turn I wouldn't have believed you. I would've straight up laughed into your face.

The girl I met once in my life, two years ago was at my band's gig tonight without knowing it was us performing. Or at least that's what she told us when we asked how she ended up at the show.

She said she purchased a random ticket online for a concert tonight. I believed her but not because the statement itself seemed accurate, but because she had no idea what my band's name was. Or what my name was for the matter.

I couldn't get her out of my head for the last two years. It was a problem, really.

My mind kept creating unreal scenarios that could've happened in the past. I remember some of them that I chose as my favourite.

One of them was me searching the world for her and revealing things about her life on the way. I eventually found her, kissed her, wrapped her in my arms and we realised it was love at first sight. We moved in together, she followed us around the world for tour, and after our second album had dropped we got married in a small chapel in my home town Manchester, and a year later welcomed twins into this world. She was happy, I was happy. We had an incredible life.

The second scenario was us bumping into each other randomly on the street somewhere in London a few days after that night. I ended up asking her out on a date which she hesitantly agreed to and cracked me some of the jokes she always does when she's nervous. I couldn't get enough of her so we went on a couple of dates and then eventually got together. The rest of the story is the same, tour, marriage, kids. Maybe even a dog or two. I'm more of a dog person but my mum and sister would tell you otherwise.

You can say I'm crazy. I 100% agree with you, I am insane. So insane that I'd probably need to see a doctor but I've never pined over a single person so much in my life.

Two fucking years. 19 months. 86 weeks and two days.

Okay fine I'm not that crazy. I only know that fact because I googled it.

How many weeks are between July 11th, 2016 and March 7th, 2018?

The internet can be very useful sometimes.

When I saw her standing in the kitchen I immediately knew it was her. It had to be, her presence felt the same as it did two years ago. Her voice sounded the same. A few minor changes but she also looked the same. Maybe a little less carefree.

I hadn't known she was Hungarian. I remember hearing a slight accent in her voice when we met but I never bothered to ask where she was from. It's so normal for me to hear people with different accents. There are various ethnicities living in the UK, all with unique and beautiful accents. I guess it just slipped my mind.

She's a magnet. She pulls me in, keeps me close and I can't escape.

It's probably why I ended up in a situation where her body is pressed up against my wall, her leg wrapped around my hip as I devour every single inch of her silky smooth skin.

Come on, you had to see this one coming. After the shit, she pulled with the margarita tasting game?

One of my hands presses flat against the wall beside her head, keeping her pinned while the other is exploring her glorious body. Face, neck, shoulders, collarbones, arms, waist, breasts, ass, thighs. Fucking hell she's a living dream.