Starstruck [H.S.]

Paul Anka

Work was a cluster fuck. Normally Monday's were shitty. I had deadlines I needed to meet. Word counts I had to surpass.
Today was on a whole nother level. I was stuck. Fucking stuck. I had so many ideas swimming in my head, but none of them were helping the current novel I was trying to finish. It was fucking frustrating. By the time I picked the girls up from after school care I was exhausted, and ready for the day to be over. I was making dinner while they did homework when my phone dinged. 

What are you up to? 

I took a picture and pressed send. 

Looks delicious

What are you doing? 

Harry responded with a picture of himself sat in a chair. 

Looks delicious 

LOL 

What time do you go on 

9 

You're going to knock the house down. 

I fed the girls. Set a plate in the microwave for Emma so she could eat when she got home. Got them into bed, washed my face. Then stepped in the shower. 

When I got out I had a text from Harry, and a slew of messages from April.  

He'd sent me a picture of him sticking his tongue out. He was wearing one of his signature suits. His hair was perfectly done in that half curly mess that looked so damn good. I wanted to run my fingers through it. Almost ready to go. 

I brushed through my hair, then sent one back. Also with my tongue out, my bright green tongue ring is visible. I was only showing half of my face. The top of my naked shoulder peeking out. The towel that was wrapped around my body showing. Almost ready to sleep. Knock 'em dead. 

I read through April's messages. Responding to each and every one. I fucking missed her. I wanted her home. She was set to come back in three months for a six month rotation at a hospital here and I was beyond excited. 

I pulled on a tank top, slipped on my sleep shorts and made sure the house was locked up. I climbed into bed. Cuddled with my big body pillow until I fell asleep. 

My phone rang at two am. Video message. I swiped answer. "Hmmm." 

"Hi baby." 

Oh… my… God… the way he said baby. "Hold on. Let me find the light." I flipped the light on and squinted. 

"There she is. Hi gorgeous." 

I propped the phone against another pillow. Lying back down and snuggling with my body pillow. "Mmm. Good show? 

"Yeah actually. What you got there?" 

"This is Paul Anka. He's my cuddle buddy at night." I gave him a sleepy smile. I adjusted my lamp. Making it less bright so it wasn’t blinding me. "It's your turn to tell me everything. I am warning you though, your voice soothes me. I might fall back asleep." 

"Do you want me to let you go?" He gives me a soft smile. 

"How dare you! No. I just didn't want you to think I was being rude." 

He chuckled. "You never sent me your favorite song." 

"I will today." 

"So Paul Anka huh?" 

"He's my pillow boyfriend. I cuddle with him while I read my book boyfriends, so I can pretend someone is holding me while I sleep." 

"So I have competition?" His eyebrows are raised, he pulls his bottom lip between his thumb and his forefinger. One of his little ticks that is so irresistible for no other reason than it comes from him.   

"Mmm lots of fictional competition." I gave him a half grin. "Tell me everything." 

"I was born in 1994. I have one sister. I love animals. My favorite colors are blue and orange. I lost my virginity at 17. I love to read. I write in my spare time. I love bread. Romantic movies are my favorite. I enjoy talking to a cheeky woman I met a few nights ago. I am now jealous over a pillow named Paul Anka." His voice trailed off because I had shut my eyes. 

"Keep going." I mumbled sleepily. 

"You're beautiful." Harry said softly. 

I open my eyes and look into his. “So are you.” 

He started to hum to me. I tried to fight the wave of exhaustion but I ended up falling asleep on the phone. 

When I get done with work I find a package on my doorstep. Elizabeth brought it inside. I opened it quickly. 

A bottle of cologne and four t-shirts were inside. At the bottom of the box was a note. 

Now your pillow can smell like me, and you can sleep in my shirt. 
Always H. x

After I had gotten the girls in bed I went into my room, I sprayed Harry's cologne on my body pillow, laid out one of his shirts and then got into the shower. 

When I was finished I brushed my hair, put on a pair of my lacy boy shorts and tried the shirt on. It was sung. It fell to just below my underwear. I had always been curvy. I had hips, and a big ass. My boobs were on the larger side. I wasn't a size 2, or a 4, or 6, or even a 9. I was a size 16. I had struggled with my weight a lot growing up. I'd been very insecure. As I aged I realized that even if I was made fun of for being fat, I was beautiful. Because this was my body. A body that had given birth twice. A body that had been through a lot of really heavy, dark shit. Like a relationship with a dickhead who made me feel like shit about the way that looked. My body was beautiful. It was beautiful because it was mine. I still had my moments though. I set my phone on my dresser and turned on the timer. I took a few pictures and sent them to April. 

She texted me back. Oh girl! 

Which one? 

The one where you're looking down, tugging the shirt down a bit, with that half smile. That one is fucking hot. While not being revealing. And the one where you're laughing. That is a gorgeous picture of you.

Okay thanks. 

I sent a text to Harry. 

Hi. I got your gift. You have impeccable taste. Pillow Harry has been sprayed with your cologne. Your shirts are also very comfy. Thank you. 

I sent two of the pictures, and climbed into bed. Laying my head down on my pillow I closed my eyes and smiled when I was surrounded by the scent of him.