Crimson Idol

One

Song: Dancing In The Dark - Niall Horan (Cover)

Have I ever told you the story of how the sun died every night just to let the moon breathe? I wake up missing you, and when the coffee doesn't fix it, I hum your songs to myself, I would have died just to let you breathe. We count our sins, you're the top of my list, but at night, when I lay back thinking about how good it must be to be the moon right now, awake, and breathing, knowing somebody loves him, I know I would never dare take you back. But I am not the sun, I am much more irrelevant than that, you're not. You are everything anybody wants. I stumbled upon you on my way to the window, and my heart fell out of my chest, and now you have it, believe me when I say I don't want it back, and even if I did, there is no retrieving it from the pits of this river of loving you.

I finish writing and set my pen down, my hands aching from writing too much. I can never tell what I write about, I will go through pages and pages of words and look back and have no idea what in the hell that was about. I don't think it matters that much, what its about, they make good songs.

London is not the most pleasant place to be in the summer, but its calm, calmer than LA. Last year I found this café behind an old book store, it looked as empty as things get in London, I've been going here every day this past week. It really is wonderful being somewhere and knowing nobody really knows where you are, like just this little bit is your little secret. I think for me everything is my little secret, I barely speak: i don't know what i think until i write about it. I've been keeping journals ever since I was thirteen, I've never really been the kind of person to just blurt out how I feel, its always been easier for me to tell a paper. It will never speak back. It will never give a response, not one that you can hear anyway.

The bell chimes, and somebody pushes the glass door open. It is the first time somebody has been here all morning. Weekdays aren't that busy in The Hallway, but neither are weekends. Mark & Sally, the couple that own this place, are the only people I see here, other than a couple of other locals, and that's it. This place is the quietest escape I have, and its selfish of me but I really do hope nobody finds it.

The man is broad and tall, he has been at the cashier ever since he walked in a few minutes ago, not looking at the menu, but talking to Mark, like he knew Mark. He walks past me to the table in the farthest corner from the door, other than mine, my table was basically at the back of the shop, it was placed in just the right way so that it curves with the building, forming a little booth. Nobody has ever sat in my table, I've never sat in anybody's, mostly because all the people who come here want to be quiet and alone, and sitting in people's places would later involve talking to people.

The man is still wearing his sunglasses, and he looks as uncomfortable as somebody could look here. His brown hair looks as if he spent all morning making it look that effortless, and every few seconds it would fall on his face, he would push it back and go back to reading. His blue shirt parched across his broad shoulders like this was the only place It was meant to be, the first few buttons undone, leaving just enough space to peak out his firm chest, inked beautifully. He glances up at me, and I don't realize I was staring until I was caught staring. The man closes the book he's holding, and gets up from his place, every one of his movements swift and graceful. His body facing my way, and he begins to walk to where I'm sitting. He's walking over to me.

As soon as he reaches where I am, he rests his book on the table, and leans his hand so his hip is slightly popped to the side, and he pushes his glasses up through what looks like the softest hair I've ever seen on a man, only to reveal the softest eyes I've ever seen on a man. I am fully aware that I'm staring, but I cannot look away. His eyes are the darkest shade of green light green eyes can be, they look like forever trees, like somewhere you would get lost because of how every tree looks like the one before, but nothing like the one before. Like the sunlight breaking through the clouds on a winter day and setting lazily on a tree leaf. Like if the earth was more land than it is water, more tree than it is ground. Like him interrupting me thinking about how to write him down.

"You're sitting on my table" his voice is deep, and low, but you can hear every single word he just said. The way they escape his lips makes me think nobody in the world knows how to speak properly.

I don't respond right away, mostly because I'm still lost on how beautiful he is, but also because I didn't quite catch him calling my table his table.

"Excuse me?" I say, propping myself up right "I don't quite think so"

"No, it is" he says "it has been for a while now" his body firm and confident, if a body can be confident.

"A while?" I say, just to get him to speak again. His lips curve with every word he says, even more so with an accent. They're pink, more pink than if he had had lipstick on, but he doesn't and they're pink.

"Yeah" he says "I didn't wanna bother you, you seemed really indulged in staring at me, but this is my table, I sit here every week"

"How long have I been gone?" I ask Mark, who is now standing behind the man, slightly concerned.

"A while now, love" He is as Irish as an Irish man gets "Last December you were here" Mark says, it is mid-July now and I've been on tour since last August, only stopping in London last winter. Time seems to hurry pas you when you're travelling.

"Damn" I breathe, the man has stepped to the side now, and I all but wanna stay. Mark goes back to whatever it is he was doing before, and I glance at the soft devil standing at the side of my booth. He leans in and offers me his hand, which is almost as beautiful as the rest of him, three rings on each hand and a cross tattoo right where I never thought of placing a cross tattoo. I take it, and it is softer than his hair looks

"Leia" I manage, he nods, his pink lips curve into a perfect little smile as he shakes my hand and I never wanna let go

"Harry" he says, and boy do I know

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