♧
Night was swallowing
me in its darkness.
Keeping me focused on
the bright streetlights
lightning the deserted streets.
It was in the middle of the night
and Harry and I had
been driving for over five hours.
Both staring out of the windows
and keeping our mouths shut.
His car going
with immense speed
over the streets,
bringing me home.
Although I felt something
pulling me back to where I
had been the past days,
I knew I had to ignore it.
I tried sleeping a bit,
but gave up when I
noticed it would not come.
I looked over at Harry and
saw his eyes fluttering close.
Alarmed I interrupted the silence,
"Shouldn't we stop somewhere?"
I saw him nodding and focusing
back on the road again.
He has not said something
to me since we left,
I felt a bit hurt but I kept saying
it should not bother me anymore.
So that is exactly what I tried to do.
I look over at him
and admire his beauty.
The way his lashes touch his
perfectly visible cheekbones;
the way his green eyes shine
from a far distance away;
how his rose plump lips
keep you frozen on the spot;
but above all, how his
loving and caring
melts my beating heart.
I divert my attention
to the landscaping around us,
when he looks over at me
and catches me staring.
Not really bothering
where we are,
where we were,
where we are going,
I keep silent.
We are passing everything
and when a hotel is finally near
we stop and make our way in.
He checks in and I watch from
a distance.
In my old clothes
-- the ones he took me in,
I look around the lobby
and spot different faces,
not one looking as the other.
I am stopped when a body
is in front of my face,
I look up to see it is my lover.
My Harry.
I shake my head,
discarding my thoughts
and I walk behind his tall body.
His long legs carrying him up
the round stairs.
I make big steps,
keeping up with him
and follow him on
the neverending stairs.
The last step is near and
we walk around a corner
to a decorated door.
The floor looking bright red
and dusty lamps hanging on the walls.
Gold framing everywhere
and the expansive objects
making it all look even prettier
and more admiring.
With a small key in his big hands he opens the door leading us to our restplace for the night.
Both not stuff carrying with us,
we make ourselves at ease.
I look around the room,
to see a couch with a TV
and two doors opposite of eachother.
Harry is already seated on the couch and first he looks at me,
but stops when notices
I am looking at him.
The atmosphere is tensed
and I feel myself getting pulled towards his slender body.
Mentally and psychically.
Resisting I make my way
into door one, the one on my right.
I am met by a beautiful room,
decorated with many expensive furniture.
