The Shortys

Under the light of the Moon 1.1

#INXS #MichaelHutchence #Hutch #OneDirection #HarryStyles #Harry

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Any shortys with this title are basically some "notes" or rough drafts that are going to become another story I'm sort of working on.  The "1", "2", and so on aren't indicative of actual chapters as they will eventually appear in their respective books, just numbering them here to keep track of them. They're gonna kind of jump around a bit too, as notes often do. 

'Under the Light of the Moon' will eventually be an INXS/Michael Hutchence/One Direction/Harry Styles crossover, because my daughter is a HUGE 1D'er and has a massive crush on Harry Styles (oh, to be a teenager again! lol).  She dared me to write an INXS & 1D crossover, when she told me I was "too old" to write about any bands that she liked; how could I turn down the challenge? :)

Please keep in mind this is a work of pure fiction, I know very little about One Direction or Harry Styles, other than what little my daughter tells me, though I do like a few of their songs, and I've just very recently taken to following a few of them on twitter.

One more thing: The dream sequence you will be reading here shortly is partially based on an actual dream I had of Michael Hutchence.  Just thought I'd throw that bit o' trivia out there. lol :) :)

---- The pic above is of  Michael Hutchence, taken by Greg Noakes in 1986.  It's one of my favorite photos of him, as you can really see his gorgeous eyes.

Be sure to vote and comment as well, it'd be really cool to see what y'all think, thanks! :)

Current word count: 1,873  words

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          She's standing in a field, the cloudless sky a brilliant blue above her, the beautiful smell of lilacs and other spring flowers filling her senses.  A gentle breeze picks up and plays with her long, wavy hair, still blonde but now with streaks of silver peeking through.  She's walking up a slight hill to a massive and ancient Burr Oak tree, under which a blanket is spread and she sees a familiar figure sitting on it, guitar in his lap and he is strumming and singing softly.

          ... I'm just a man, my will is so strong.  When I've got plans, I close my eyes to the pain ...

          It feels like her heart is going to burst through her chest as she takes off at a sprint through the wild grass to get to him, her sweet Eros, the love of her life, her soulmate, who died eight years ago in her arms.

           "Michael!" She is beyond ecstatic as he greets her in a huge hug, picking her up and spinning her around in a few circles in his trademark, bone-crushing bear hug.  A few errant tears slid silently down her cheeks, she can't help it, she'd waited so long to hear his voice, just as velvety soft and deep as she remembered, waited so long to feel the warmth and gentleness in his hugs again, to see the light in his deep brown eyes, shining brighter than ever.  Waited so long to see him.

          His smile is huge and just as beautiful as she remembered, "I'm okay, baby."  He says, his eyes smiling down at her.   "I've never left you, I've always been right here," gently he rests his fingertips over her heart, "and right here."  He says, resting his fingertips on her forehead.

           "I know, I just miss you so much! I'm never ever going to let you go!"

           Gently he places his hands on her cheeks, wiping away her tears with his thumbs, "I miss you too, my love, and I want you to be happy.  Isolating yourself from the world isn't helping you cope."