The Beautiful Hummingbird - Part II

The Photographs Edit

Song: 'Photograph' - Ed Sheeran

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My eyes flicker open to the noticeable silence around me.  I am resting on my side of the bed, the warmth and softness of the white duvet cover snuggled around me.  It is only my feet that are chilly because they poke out from beneath the covers.

My eyes wander over to the empty exposed side next to me.  His side.  I run my palm repeatedly over the cold crisp sheet as I stare at the space imaging him still beside me.  It is so dreadfully quiet, only the sound of an occasional car passing outside filters through the window.  My fingers stroke his pillow and I grab hold of it, hugging it tightly in my arms.  I breathe in deeply the linger of him and his hair held within the plump feathers beneath the thick cotton cover.

He left early this morning and we will be apart for a month before I join him in the States.  It hits me for the first time how much I am going to miss him.  He is under my skin and woven into every part of my fibre.  I love him.

My feet pad despondently into the bathroom where even my toothbrush stands lonely by the sink.  I take a shower and overuse his shower wash.  Smothering myself in the gel, it slides down my body and coats me like he is wrapped around me.  The spray of the water jets drenches me and as the foam runs away it leaves my skin tingling with his scent.

I swathe my body in a white fluffy towel then slide the glass panel back and step out onto the bath mat that feels soft beneath my feet.  Completely steamed up from having the shower far too hot for the extractor fan to cope, the whole room is shrouded in a steamy fog.  The huge mirror opposite catches my eye.  Staring back happily at me is the image of 'H Loves N' sitting in an artistically shaped heart with kisses spread all over the remaining surface. 

A wide smile fills my face as my hand covers my mouth and girly giggles escape my lips.  He is so unbelievably adorable.   Waves of contentment wash over me and the familiar feelings of desire are stirred up again deep inside remembering last night.  His long fingers and hungry tongue strummed ecstasy through me before he drove my body wild.  As he glided over me and sunk himself deep inside of me over and over again, he took me to that exquisite place that only he ever has.  

Being separated from him is one of the parts of being with him that I have to accept.  However, I have so much I would like to achieve before joining him on tour that I know if I focus on this, the time will pass quickly and before I know it we will be together again.

As I venture downstairs, I begin to call him about his romantic mirror message.  A check on the time tells me he is already in the air.  The conversation will have to wait until later but for now I send him a text to greet him when he lands.

Over my breakfast for one, I take a moment to glance around my silent surroundings.  Eskdale is such a beautifully understated property.  It is strikingly elegant on the outside and bright and modernly stunning on the inside.  The history surrounding the house and the whole area where it stands next to the Heath makes it seem such a grown-up purchase for a young person but then Harry has exquisite taste.  His life thinking is always long-term and not in the here and now.  He admitted to me that it is an investment for his future should it all end tomorrow. 

There is a self-contained office within the house that includes an en-suite bedroom and kitchen area.  When Harry is at home, security only has a presence during the daytime but when he is away, a security guard lives at the house full-time.  Harry's PA, Alyson, also works out of the office three days a week.  Both park their vehicles in the secluded almost overgrown passage that runs along the back of the house.  There is an access-controlled gate that leads into the garden and the office has its own entrance.  Harry has instructed me that no one will enter the main house unless invited but if I need anything to go through and ask.