Cheer Up Baby | Elijah Hewson

Chapter 32. The Band And I

𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖈𝖆

11th of November, 2023

Time felt like it was going too fast. My life felt like it was on x2 speed and I couldn't find the button to stop it.

Love On Tour was finished before I knew it. Once Slane happened, that's when things started to feel like they were happening at a fast pace.

I stopped working, deciding it was best to take a break once the tour was finished so I could focus on genuinely being happy and healthy.

So I could focus on keeping mine and Eli's relationship happy and healthy.

Though, when I got asked again by Paul and The Edge to do the photography work at the Sphere, I was quick to take up an opportunity that is truly life changing.

Eli kept his mouth shut for about a month when it came to us getting back into a proper relationship. He let the two of us have fun with each other, instead of rushing into a relationship like we did the last time, and it was good, really good, but Eli couldn't handle not officially being my better half and I secretly felt the same.

I just didn't want to be the first one to break because I'm stubborn as fuck.

I told Eli that I had grown to my new house. I got to relive a lot of my childhood nearly everyday. I got to reinvent my grandmother's home to the way it used to be, but more me and more modernised.

Most importantly, I got to heal the inner child and the teenage version of myself day by day, and Eli could see that.

So we agreed that we'd live between my house and our joint home when he wasn't on the road.

"Don't worry your pretty head about moving back full time. You can stay right here." He told me when I shared my concerns about moving out.

We were good. We were great. We were perfect.

I was safe. I was happy. I was loved.

When I woke up in my house, it wasn't as cold as it normally would be at this time of year, because I had him beside me.

He was like my personal heated blanket that no one else could buy. Only I could have him, and that was a nice feeling.

I was home, with him, on a break from working for a few weeks and being able to see him and the boys play their biggest headline show. Oh, is this heaven.

His head laid down on my chest. His hair tickled my collarbone and my jaw ever so lightly. My nails gently caressed his back to keep him asleep while I stayed awake. 

My eyes still felt heavy, I could easily go back to sleep if I tried, but I didn't want to. These moments were the moments I cried for, and I wasn't letting them run away from me anymore.

I focused on the way I could physically feel his chest rise and fall when he'd sleep against me, and the way my hand on his back would rise and fall with it. The freckles that kissed his nose and cheeks were like gold to me, I cherished them that much. My brain would melt when his thumb would graze over my hipbone, causing a jolt of electricity to run through me.

All the things he'd do in his sleep were enthralling to me.

My middle finger trailed up his spine, making his body relax even further into me. My fingers ran through his hair, the softness of if making me blush and want to giggle like a lovesick teenager.

Without opening his eyes, clearly fooling me into thinking he was still asleep, his pointer and middle finger crawled along the outside of my left thigh.