Canyon Moon | H.S.

I Need a Hero (12)

A few days pass, and the good mood from our trip remains. Even Harry still seems relaxed, despite knowing about the phone call.

Most of the day however, the boys are in their studio, trying to get more songs done. They figure they might have some more luck with their collective good mood. 

They'll head straight into the room after breakfast, only pop out for lunch, and then work through until mid afternoon, where they'll come bounding out, absolutely off their heads with pent up energy, and I sit back and watch the absolute madness unfold.

It means the house is strangely quiet during the day, with the sound proofing around that room, but I know they're all just behind the door, so it doesn't feel empty.

I use the opportunity to get another painting done too. 

I spent most of yesterday up in my room, painting the sleeping face of Louis. I'd caught him one evening when he'd fallen asleep on the sofa, and managed to stop the boys from fucking with him while he slept.

He looked so peaceful. Most of the time when I look at him, he's either grinning from ear to ear, or completely stone faced. But when he's asleep, he's completely relaxed, the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. He looks completely serene.

That painting now sits with Zayn and Niall's, and I smile every time I look at them, gorgeous swirls of colour peeking out from behind the genuine faces of these boys that have come to feel like family.

I check the door to the studio on my way downstairs. The boys are still inside as it's just gone eleven, and I can't hear a thing. I head to the kitchen to start preparing lunch, music blaring through my headphones.

It's been a while since I've listened to music while cooking, which is strange because I do it all the time at home. There's a very specific feeling that comes from singing your heart out while stirring the pot, and dancing around a kitchen that I've missed. 

Isn't it funny? The little things that we do out of habit and don't realise how important they become.

Ooh! I love this song. Celene Dion's voice rings in my ears, blaring out It's All Coming Back to me Now, one of the most epic songs ever, and of course I know every word. 

Gotta get into character.

"I finished crying in the instant that you left"  I sing loudly, unafraid that anyone can hear me.

The kitchen is my stage, the wooden spoon is my microphone.

"And I can't remember where or when or how"  I turn the heat down on the stove.

"And I banished every memory you and I had ever made" 

I close my eyes, feeling the music swirling in my ears.

I sing the whole song, getting out plates and cutlery and everything else as I do, completely lost in the story I've concocted for myself in my head. An unhappy housewife, perhaps, condemned to forever slave over the stove making meals for a man she doesn't love, remembering her childhood sweetheart, wishing desperately she could go back. Yeah, I can work with that.

Big finish!

"Baby, baby, baby, when you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that, it was gone with the wind but it's all coming back to me" 

I know I'm definitely being super loud - it's a pretty high song to belt to, but the feeling of the lyrics flying out of my mouth is electric.

"When you see me like this, and when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see all coming back to me