Adaline
It had been six months since i've moved in with Harry & I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend. He makes my heart jump out of my chest when i'm near him. I get uncontrollable butterflies the second I hear his low, raspy voice.
He'll look at me with his jade green eyes & I swear I can see stars. Every second i'm with him I feel as though i'm in a coma of pure happiness. He lights me up like Venus, he makes me shine like diamonds, my world could stop spinning & everything would be okay if I was looking into his eyes.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul but his eyes are like looking into another galaxy. So perfect I almost can't stand it. I love him. He's my oxygen. His touch could start a revolution. Oh how hard I would fight to keep him.
The thing about Harry is that he would never dream about being unfaithful & that's what I find comfort in on days like these. Harry is currently away on a business trip in Philadelphia & I miss him so. My bones ache for him. His touch, so tender. I miss the soft pigment of his perfect rose colored lips.
If I keep thinking like this I will for sure go crazy.
That's when I got up. I got up from our bed & trudged to the bathroom. I got ready to have a productive day, I can't sit around all day & wait for Harry to come home, so I didn't. After fixing myself up to look presentable I got in my car & headed to my special place. I haven't been in a while due to all of my late nights with Harry so my visit was long overdue.
The ride there was beautiful, breathtaking even. The destination is the goal but the ride there is a lovely bonus. Once i arrive my body trembles with anticipation. It's been so long since i've been here i've almost forgotten what it's like inside.
When i step in the feeling of unfamiliarity subsided & is suppressed with a warm feeling. It feels like home. I awe at the pictures hanging from threads on the wall, all strung together reminding me that they were taken the same day. In the corner of the room is my desk, scattered with unfinished sketches of whatever I was working on many months ago. I couldn't imagine finishing the sketches, simply because I don't think it would be possibly to get re-inspired by something from so long ago.
I take a seat at my desk & finger through the sketches, some are complete while the others almost have nothing but a few lines on the page. As I sift through one particularly catches my eye, a butterfly. Harry's butterfly.
I glance at the top of the paper for the date. Looking at the date i remember this was when i first met Harry & when I first saw his tattoo. I remember the day so clearly, how excited i was to hurry back to my safe haven, desperate to get my hands on my pencils incase i forgot a detail before it was too late to draw it out.
I smile at the memory & carefully place the drawing in my bag. I take another one of my cameras off of my desk & place it in my bag as well. I take a quick picture with a polaroid & allow the photo to set before hanging it on a single clothespin attached to my wall. I grab a sharpie off my desk & write today's date, signed with the initials HS.
Before leaving i take another good look at everything & allow myself to digest my art. I've created everything in this small room & i wouldn't change a thing about it. Everything in this room holds a meaning, whether it's good or bad everything is attached to something. A song, a memory, a person, a place, a thought, a feeling, anything.
I step outside & carefully lock the door behind me, placing the key in my pocket. I climb back into my car & drive home. The drive home was just as pleasant as the drive there, with all the trees & flowers all about it was just lovely.
I decide to park in the garage incase it rains tonight, leaving enough room for Harry to park as well. When i walk in i'm welcomed by Molly & the smell of lavender. Oddly enough, Harry isn't home yet so i'm assuming the business trip went a little longer than expected.
I've gotten so used to spending all of this time with him it's almost feels foreign when he's not around. Either singing songs in the shower or just smelling his scent when i walk in a room, i'm always reminded of him. That doesn't change now that he's away.
I walk into our room & strip down to take a warm shower. Showers allow me to think about things i don't normally think about on a day to day basis. I don't want to assume the worst about Harry but my mind can't help but wander. I know he wouldn't see another woman while he's with me & i don't doubt that for a second. However, that doesn't stop people from coming onto him, even when i'm around.
Just the other day we were together at Starbucks & the barista had the audacity to ask for his number while i was standing right next to him. Mind you, my arm was even entangled with his, i don't know how else to flaunt him in public for people to get the idea. Anyways, he was far more polite than i ever would've been, simply telling her he's not on the market so he'd have to oblige.
I get out of the shower feeling weird. I never liked being alone, only in certain situations would i ever prefer my own company over someone else's. I find some nightwear & lay in bed with my phone by my side. I had a mini heart attack, knowing i haven't bothered to check my phone all day, i had 3 missed calls from harry & 2 texts. There were other notifications as well but i didn't pay too much attention to them.
Harry:
Hello my lovely Adaline, it seems my flight was delayed two hours, i'll be home as soon as i can. x
Text me when you can, i miss you terribly, Molly as well.
I get a warm feeling in my chest reading over his texts. I can practically hear him saying my name which makes my heart swoon. It compensates for the empty feeling i get while he's away. I glance at the alarm clock on Harry's bedside table, reading 11:51 pm.
I let my head hit the pillow & let out a sigh. I don't think my life is meaningless without him, of course not but he brings more meaning to my life & i can't help but miss him when he's gone.
I close my eyes & cuddle the soft blankets, bringing them closer to me in attempt to fill his place. I slowly drift to sleep, but not before Molly comes to lay on my pillow just above my head.
In the middle of the night i feel the bed cave next to me. Startled, i sit up & rub my eyes, trying to see.
"Shhh, go back to sleep babe."
I open my eyes & look at the figure in front of me.
"Harry?"
The room goes silent.
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ya'll what a cliff hanger aM i riGhT, lmao i was waiting for somethin exciting to happen. but yO i updated dis shiz, lol i have some ideas for the story so we'll be in touch ;)
~ all the love, ash. xx
