Canyon Moon | H.S.

Birthday Boy (48)

"Angeell!" I hear Harry call as he comes upstairs, making me chuckle under my breath.

I'm in my studio, doing a first draft type thing of a painting to send to Sam, the manager guy that Harry put me in touch with. He knows I'm going on tour with Harry soon, but wanted to get some reference images and all my ideas before then, so he could start finding a team of people to work with us.

I'm still blown away, and I don't think it's quite sunk in yet, that I might have actually come up with a successful idea, but Sam seems really behind it, which makes me doubly excited. He's a very charismatic guy. We met in person once, last week, for me to explain my concept to him in full so he could see if he wanted to be on board. He talks with his hands a lot, which makes me smile, and is super encouraging.

"Hey baby." Harry says, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Someone's in a good mood." I reply, not taking my eyes off my painting. "Have you been writing?"

I've noticed that Harry has a very specific, almost giddy mood after he's written a song.

"I've got some chords and stuff, but I'm looking for inspiration." He says cheekily, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Oh yeah? And where are you going to find that?"

"Right here." He says, pulling himself away to wander around the room. "My Natalie's got her very own rainbow paradise hidden in my own house."

"You're nutty." I say half-heartedly, a big smile on my face. His giddiness is infectious.

It's also his birthday tomorrow, so I reckon that's feeding into it. We're having a party here in the evening. Nothing big, some of his friends are coming round and he's got a firepit for the garden.

"I might be nutty," he says, coming and standing between my and my painting, "but you love me."

"Mmmhmm. Keep telling yourself that."

"It's fine, you don't have to say it. I can see it in your eyes." He says smugly.

He definitely can see it in my eyes, if the way his look is any indication. We're pressed against each other, chest to chest, and I control the urge to put paint on his face. It would probably ruin the moment.

"I don't tell you enough how beautiful your eyes are." He says softly, and I feel my cheeks heat up. 

I like my eyes, I think they're a pretty colour, but whenever someone's told me I have nice eyes in the past, I've just thought they were being cliché. Not Harry though.

"Seriously, I could get lost in them for hours." He gives me a kiss, breaking eye contact.

"Go on, you big sap. Go write me a song and stop disturbing me."

He smirks at me and leaves the room, apparently heading straight back to his office. It's only about half an hour later that he comes back into the room, guitar in hand.

"Wow, that was quick." I say, still painting. He settles himself down on a stool in the corner and starts strumming, a lopsided grin on his face.

Apparently he's going to play me the song that he's just written, and despite my schooled expression, my stomach explodes with excited flutters as he starts singing.

"Walk in your rainbow paradise.

Strawberry lipstick state of mind." 

He grins up at me, watching to see how I react. When he said he was looking for inspiration, he really wasn't kidding.