Take me to Nirvana {Sam Smith}

My pleasure.

I was astonished by what he had just said, it couldn't be him. What would a famous man like him be doing at a bar on 6th street in Texas? Was he in town? Was he touring? Whatever the answer was, it had to be good or at least true.

"So, you sing often?" His light British accent brought me back to reality,

"Yeah,every Friday night. I usually work day shifts, cleaning up after people and stuff."

"Wow, so, dedicated.."

Jesus, his voice was so dreamy, he seemed even more perfect in person, I was dying to hear him sing.

"I suppose you want me to sing for you?" he said while he took a sip of his beer, his eyes were watered and he seemed almost, heavenly.

"No, I mean, yes, I mean, I would hate to be a bother."

"It's fine really, don't mind, especially for someone like you."

The smell of alcohol lingered in his breath, usually I despised that smell but this time, it smelled more sweet and savory. The bar calmed down, all the hipsters had left leaving the normal alcoholics who drowned their sorrows in endless whiskey and vodka. The rain had poured harder and harder, it wasn't displeasing at all, it was actually comforting.

"Thank you, but you must be a busy man so I-"

"Wait!" he said grabbing a hold of my wrist, he stood up shakingly, it was so cute.

"Listen, you seem so, so, damn what's the word? Interesting and amazing and beautiful and I just cant seem to find words to describe how you mean right now to me."

"Mr. Smith, we've barely met, I wish I cou-"

"Hush, don't speak, I cant bear this feeling anymore."

He took my hand into his and led me outside the back of the bar, the downpour was so heavy, Sam giggled at my worry and led his hand through my hair.

"God, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew I had found hidden treasure. Why have you been locked away?"

"I'm shy, I was and never will be used to publicity."

"Well, how 'bout a song? You deserve it."

"Sounds amazing Mr. Smith."

" 'Cause you're the one, designed for me, a distant stranger, that I will complete. I knew you were out there, we were meant to be, so keep your head up, and make it to me.."

With this he lifted my chin up making my eyes look into his, I had brown hair blue eyes, he had the same. His smile illuminated with the moon and the streetlamp. The rain hit us harder and harder, he didn't seem to care, so neither did I. His hair and mine were soaking wet, our clothes were too, that's when we both leaned in and we kissed.

It was delicate, soft like rose petals against ones skin, the rain felt softer, everything felt softer. Our mouths moved, colliding and moving apart for air. No french kiss or anything, just a delicate kiss, my arms rested on his neck, his arms grasped around my waist. Pulling me closer each time I pulled him closer, even though we were freezing cold, we felt warm as our bodies pressed closer and closer together.

Finally, we both broke apart and smiled, I tucked my hair behind my ear as he smoothed out his now curly hair. He nodded his head towards his car and I nodded mine in agreement.

Who knew that one music note, could bring together two lovers?