(this is very lowkey inspired by halsey's song is there somewhere. Please enjoy my fellow halsey fans.)
Shawn's POV:
she's dancing in her tube socks, in our hotel room, and though I have so much to do, I'm held captive by her beauty and can't seem to look away. The room is so dimly lit, this being because of the moon being the source, it causes her face to look pale of color, and her eyes stand out like gems sitting in rubble.
y/n flashes me an award winning smile, as light music plays in the background, the whole scene of it almost makes me lose track of what I was doing. There's a small desk in this little room, the desk i'm currently sitting in after the show, and I'm trying my best to fill in a line with a lyric I know the fans will love.
There's just so much to write about, I think to myself as I turn back in my chair. So much that isn't easy just writing on paper, or even thinking about. My job as a performing artist is to captivate beauty through words of a song, and do it well, so the people listening can get a sense of what I'm talking about, even if they weren't there, feeling the feelings I am at this very moment.
"y/n," my voice squeaking lightly, and as I say this she reaches over to the small speaker and lowers the volume, "can I ask you something?"
She sighs contently while fixing her shirt and making her way towards the desk, "What is it Shawn?"
The question swirling around my head makes me nervous, makes me nervous that she may not understand what I'm about to ask.
"How would you describe this moment?" I bite my lip not really sure if what I just said makes any sense, "Erm, or this scene you could say."
Y/n giggles at my slight distress and places her hands on my shoulders from behind and swings her head around to peck my cheek, "Hmmm let me think," She says thoughtfully.
A light blush creeps from the back of my neck at the fact that I can't even come up with adjectives to describe something in my own song, I probably shouldn't have bothered her with such a weird and obscure question.
"I would say there's a stressed out man sitting at a desk in the corner, with his eyebrows drawn together in worry, and a girl acting like a lunatic and dressing as if she's crazy, distracting him from very important work." Her laugh at the end sends shivers down my spine, and also makes me can't help but laugh too.
"Well yes," I agree, still laughing, "Of course, that's what's on the surface but how would you describe the feeling, or emotion?"
"Cozy," she peeps, sounding full of joy and emotion, "I would describe this as cozy and comfortable, and I don't know, real."
The word choice confuses me to some extent, especially the last one, "What do you mean by real y/n?"
"I mean," she sighs, in search of what to say, "I mean your life to me seems so unreal, nothing is casual or spontaneous anymore, you have no time, so when I get the chance like sitting in a hotel room with you, like people who don't have a million different things going on, i'd classify that as real."
The short speech reaches my heart in some way, listening to what my long term girlfriend has to say about our lives together.
"ugh," she complains, backing away from the spinning chair, me turning around to face her, "I'm pretty sure none of that made sense." defeat creeps into her voice, along with sadness.
"No it did," I get up from my chair slowly and stand in front of her, cupping her rosy cheeks, "It's just i'm not sure how to write down how beautiful you look running around a hotel room with tube socks, and the moonlight reflecting off you like some sort of mirror, and you're smile. I don't know how I'll ever be able to capture something so precious like that."
y/n leans in tenderly to give me a short, yet passionate kiss, standing on her tip toes because of her short height compared to mine, then falls into my chest for a hug, "you will never be able too, they're not here, they can never know how this feels, you just have to keep them aching for it."
"aching for it," i ponder, intrigued by her words, "I have never thought of it that away."
Both of our breathing is even as we stand in each other's arms, taking in the rare time we have together.
"then I'm glad you asked me."
_____________________________________________________________________________________~I'm not sure what this is at all it's trash and it's also 1am so rip me.
~Leah
