Infinity | Sequel to Right Now |

Los Angeles

Virginie's Point Of View

December 3th

It was good to get some sleep again, but my dreams were worst than the first ones. Harry had to wake me again and I'm truly glad he did. I stayed scared a good ten minutes until my heart started beating at a normal pace. He melted my guard down again, so easily. He distracted me, changing my mind, and even got to make fun of how I'm dressed. I let him. It's my work look and I get it could be inappropriate for the next couple of days. He thinks it's too uptight and that was part of the point, to seem professional in some way. I took this opportunity to let out my hate for his horrible pink converse. He laughed at me and he succeeded taking my mind of unwanted thoughts yet again.

Four hours still to go and we are bored. We think of every creative way to spend our time. At some point, we even got my suitcase out and folded every clothes in, not without any comments from H. He tried to pick his favourite items in all my outfits, but ends up joking about loving it more when I used to steal his shirts. I must admit, I loved it too.

Another of our creative idea was to choreograph dance moves to Yellow Submarine by The Beatles. It was lovely that we actually gave a shit. We got surprisingly very into it.

Also, about two hours still to go, I talked to him about his journal and I questioned him about his song writing. He talked about it evasively, so I was actually surprised when he brought up a game we can play. It consisted of each of us thinking of a line to create our own song. I welcomed that idea. I don't know what will come out of it, but we had fun and it got me to see Harry in a creative way, which I completely adored. Even if it was just for fun, I took this very seriously. I got to see him do what he loves most and be a part of it. He used a couple of apps to find the chords and the rhythm. Once we had a good base, he started to nod his head to the slow beat.

I looked at him, sat on the floor, his legs spread apart in front of me, his journal in front of him between his legs. His fingers ran on his screen until a metronome sound got to my ears. I nodded to the beat too. I wondered how it works and he gave me an example of what the first line should sound like and thought of it straight away. He wrote it down.

I felt a bit shy to share my ideas, because I don't have any experience at all in this, but he really welcomed me to.

"Let's shut down the lights and see what dreams will bright up tonight's sky?" I suggested, very unsure of myself, until he smiled at me and encouraged me to keep going.

He added some lyrics and I knew they were good, but I quickly forgot what they were, because I was so excited he actually liked my lyrics. It made my heart tickle a bit, making me all giddy inside.

"I wish I could be a star to be shining as brightly as you are." I let out and he kept on writing. He didn't sing the lyrics as he just kept on writing. The spark in his eyes didn't get unnoticed as it made him glow and nothing could have made me happier than that sight of him.

We kept going for forty minutes until he told me the song is over. That was quick, but it made me very proud. I don't know if it's worth something, but I really had fun seeing him in his element. The way he smiled so brightly at me got me feeling really really good about myself. The best I have been feeling for days.

We got back to our seats and fastened our seat belts to get ready to land. He questioned me about the flight and if I get scared to land. I couldn't help but to giggle a bit, because this is my favourite time of the flight, the take off and the landing. He was quite surprised, and I remembered lots of people get scared. Cindy is one of them. I remembered her being so freaked out when Matt and I picked up his family at the airport the summer before last.