Heliophilia (sweeran adapted)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29:

The population of people on this planet at this exact moment is 7,172,588,659. There was 86,828,634 births this year, and there happened to be 35,826,534 deaths this year too, a year with 365 days, 8766 hours or 525 948 minutes. These numbers seem to almost be daunting, and pin pointing a certain moment with a certain person out of all these numerics seems almost impossible when you sit down and look at the statistics. How is one person to try and pick out one human and one moment to be their favorite when there’s so many to choose from? And so many places these moments could take place? So many people you could share a favorite moment with, so many times you could choose from and places, I does in fact seem impossible, well at least I used to think it was. But out of the 7,172,588,659 people roaming this earth at this very second, the one I thought wasn’t in that huge number was staring at me with eyes I thought I’d never see again, and a smile that I thought I’d lost which gave me a feeling I thought I’d have to go my whole life missing. 
And all at once the world really did stop in this second. The angular momentum of the earth stopped to watch our scene play out, babies stopped crying and music stopped playing, cars stopped moving and everyone just stood still with open eyes at the guy I was conditionally in a greater love than I could ever imagine stared at me and I stared back, hoping it wasn’t the late hour of the night playing tricks with me. Or maybe it was the lack of time I’d spent outside, or maybe it was the excitement of the trip; I honestly couldn’t guess. 
I think the gangly boy got the idea and slipped out, and I think the train started its slow movement to start out trip, and I think the world couldn’t wait any longer to watch us and fell back into its own routine, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, to have this be a trick of my mind and then have my heart crushed again, so I swallow the lump in my throat and move towards him. 
“Baby...” He starts but I silence him. 
“Hang on…” I trail off and stand right in front of him, his face just as I remembered, 19 freckles all in place, messy hair and his frame drowning in a cosy jumper and jeans as he stands in front of me. “…I need to see if this is real; I can’t get hurt again” I whisper as I bring my shaky hand up to his face, hovering over his skin. I finally mustered up all the courage I had and delicately traced the impossibly soft skin of his jawbone, across his cheek and finically traveling over the softness of his bottom lip with my thumb, to which he planted the softest kiss I’ve ever felt on my pad of my finger. 
“Is that really you?” I whisper too scared to raise my voice. “Is this a dream?” I ask, dumbfounded as my hand finds his cheek and our noses brush. 
“I promise I’m here to stay, I promise” he whispers back and I feel the tears start to weal up in my eyes. 
I moved my other hand up to hold his head in my hands, his finding my waist and our bodies molded together and foreheads presses as I tried to calm down. 
“Please be real” I croaked out as my heart started to break and beat fast all at once. I’m not ready to believe it’s really him, and my dreams have actually come true and he’s standing here right in front of me. 
“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly looking into my eyes. “I won’t leave you ever again” he says and I can’t only nod my head. 
I’ve waited for this moment for longer than I’d realized, for it just to be okay to share something as simple as a kiss with the guy I adore. He started to rub his thumbs softly on my hips and brush his nose with mine, close but not close enough as I waited for him to act. I looped my arms around his neck and buried my hands deep in his hair and I felt his breath hitch against my lips. Every part of my body was humming as I was completely immersed by him, and then he kissed me. 
It was soft at first, the softness you’d expect to find in the fur of a baby kitten and a new carpet, marshmallows and clouds, his delicacy was the only thing I could focus on as his lips brushed mine and my insides started to twirl. My heartbeat was thumping like a base drum deep in my chest and I never wanted it to end as we both moved impossibly closer and put more love into the kiss, everything I had spilled out from my lips onto his and I knew he felt it. 
We both tilted our heads and slowly I felt his tongue brush my bottom lip, to which I complied by opening my mouth. I raked my fingers lightly over his scalp and he let out a soft moan into my mouth as our tongues met. They brushed one another’s and I felt like my legs were going to turn to jelly as his soft hands found their way under my jumper to the warm skin of my lower back. It wasn’t rushes or lust filled or anything of that nature; it was enjoy something we hadn’t had the privilege of in so long. The kiss turned from deep to small pecks with giggles in between as we made our way to the soft seats without breaking the kiss. 
I fell down on his lap and he let out a small yelp to which I pulled back. 
“What’s wrong?” I ask and he looks down and slowly pulls up his jumper to reveal a huge gauze tap wrapped around his torso.
“Ed…” I trail off, my hands delicately brushing his sides as his face turned sad. 
“Are you okay now?” I ask and he nods his head. 
“How did you-” I start as I stare at him in awe but he beats me to it as he plays with my fingers. 
“They didn’t want me near you…to keep you safe. So Maria was told by the board to tell you I was dead and she took me in once I got released.” He says slowly as I process what he’s saying. 
“But I didn’t shut up about you” he smiles up at me. “Everyday I told her a new story about you, how I loved you more than I loved anything else on this planet… I think it all got too much for her” he chuckled and I peck his cheek because of his cuteness. 
“And one day she tells me she has a plan to send us away, and I can’t believe it’s real, and we’re here and this isn’t a dream” he says looking into my eyes as my stomach starts to do back flips. 
“I love you Ed” I say truthfully. 
“I love you Tay”
With that I kissed him again. And we kissed and we kissed and we kissed until our lips were swollen and our giggles became too much. We shared long kisses and short kisses and everything in between and I stayed on his lap until the sun broke through the window and he told me stories about all the places we were going. He told me about dreams he’d had while on his weird medication and how he kept reading stories annoying Maria around the house. And if I’m honest I only half listened, but not because I was bored, but because I was too preoccupied with just looking at him. The way his eyebrows raised sometimes as he emphasized something and how he chewed his lip when he was thinking and how he played with my fingers and I played with his hair and how his eyes got a little droopy because he was tired and how when he smiled my whole world lot up.
“I missed you so much” I whisper into his neck as he starts to fall asleep. 
“Missed you more” he mutters sleepily back and I smile before I kiss the skin of his neck and get up. 
“Come back” he mumbles as he rubs his eyes and I want to squeal at how cute he was. 
“Get comfy babe” I say softly and get him to lie down across the two seats as I sit on one with his head in my lap. I start to run my hands through his hair and he hums contently before slipping off into a deep sleep.

An hour later he’s still asleep as I use one hand to keep running my fingers through his hair but the other I held up the journal he had filled and read through it. Since we only got to a certain extent when it came to his writing skills, he couldn’t really write full sentences; instead he drew pictures. 
And I couldn’t believe what I saw as I thumbed through the pages. Some full pages filled with drawing that should be framed, some little doodles instead of words he couldn’t write and some silly little drawings that made me smile. All them of them proved to me the guy who was sleeping beside me was extremely talented but didn’t even know it. My heart clenched at the thought of him actually being able to be mine and me being his, but it also brings a huge smile to my face; being Edward Sheeran’s anything seemed too good to be true.

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