My Dreams with you...
I Need You Now
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Harry stood at his hotel window looking out over a city that he didn’t even really know and felt a rush of sadness invade his usual happy soul. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. It was the early morning hours and he should be trying to sleep, but tonight he was not blessed with a dreamless void to get lost inside. Tonight was instead filled with a wistful longing for things that he didn’t quite have yet. Harry was eager for the life and the future that he’d been imagining these past couple of years. He knew he was a young man who had his whole life ahead of him. He knew that he lived a life that other people dreamed of but when he saw his friends from back home falling in love he knew that he was still missing something.
He was missing someone.
He leaned his forehead against the glass, letting his breath fog the window pane. He thought the city looked so shiny and pretty from way up here, a maze of millions of tiny twinkling lights scattered over miles and miles. With all the beauty he saw every day, his heart longed to share it with someone.
She was out there somewhere, but he had yet to find her.
He turned away from the window with a groan. The boys would tell him that he was thinking too hard. Niall would say, “Just have some fun. She’ll show up eventually.”
But even the fact that he knew that was true didn’t stop him from dreaming about her. All the time.
Harry poured himself a drink and stared over at the empty bed.
He wondered what if would be like to finally wake up next to the woman he loved. He wanted to know how it would feel to kiss her first thing in the morning. He could see her in his bed, back to him, a thin white sheet draped over her curves, her hair flowing over her pillow, the morning sun the only light in the room. He wouldn’t be able to resist reaching out and touching her, one finger slowly traveling down her back, tracing her spine like dots on a line. She would stir and slowly roll over to face him, the sheet falling from her body, but Harry would only be looking at her eyes. To him she would have the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, eyes that he got lost in every time he looked her way. She would reach a hand up and run her fingers over the bit of stubble that had grown over his cheeks and chin in the night. Her voice fuzzy and full of the remnants of sleep as she told him good morning. He knew that he would find himself wrapping his arm around her and pulling her flush to his body. He would tell her she looked beautiful in the morning light and her cheeks would turn the lightest shade of pink because his compliments always made her blush. She would tuck her face into his neck and her breath would send goose bumps down his arms. When her shyness subsided, she would appear again in front of him and he would cup her face, slowly bringing her lips to meet his own. Her kiss would be something he cherished every morning and he wouldn’t feel the same if it wasn’t the first thing he got to do each day.
He took a small sip, letting the brown liquid burn his throat.
Would she laugh at his silly jokes? Would she think he was funny or just shake her head every time? What would she look like as she laughed? Her head thrown back while loud giggle poured from her or maybe her face scrunched up, eyes shut tight, the ghost of silent sounds echoing in the room.
What would their fights be like? Would she scream and yell? Tell him she hated him? Would she cry, tears leaving her face streaked and sadness in her eyes? Or would she say nothing at all?
Would they make up easily? Kisses and I’m sorry’s flowing like water from each others lips?
Every night he looked out over the crowd and wondered where she was? He didn’t know who she was or even her name but he knew that she was out there somewhere and when he found her, she would be a perfect match for him.
What if she was right in front of him and in all his worry and dreaming he’d missed her? What if she’d lost her way? What if she was no where to be found? Those were the thoughts that scared him the most. What if she didn’t exist?
Harry shook his head and swallowed down the rest of his drink. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the floor. His pants joined the small pile a minute later. He laid, sprawled out on his large bed, his body slowly sinking into the mattress.
He wished he could say goodnight to this girl in his dreams. Wished he could tell her that he missed her. Or tell her that he couldn’t wait to get back home to her.
He wanted to see her smile. To hear her voice. To know her hopes and her fears.
Harry wanted to know everything.
He needed her.
Here.
Tonight.
He sent out a silent prayer that soon he would find her.
Because he needed her now.
Harry stood at his hotel window looking out over a city that he didn’t even really know and felt a rush of sadness invade his usual happy soul. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. It was the early morning hours and he should be trying to sleep, but tonight he was not blessed with a dreamless void to get lost inside. Tonight was instead filled with a wistful longing for things that he didn’t quite have yet. Harry was eager for the life and the future that he’d been imagining these past couple of years. He knew he was a young man who had his whole life ahead of him. He knew that he lived a life that other people dreamed of but when he saw his friends from back home falling in love he knew that he was still missing something.
He was missing someone.
He leaned his forehead against the glass, letting his breath fog the window pane. He thought the city looked so shiny and pretty from way up here, a maze of millions of tiny twinkling lights scattered over miles and miles. With all the beauty he saw every day, his heart longed to share it with someone.
She was out there somewhere, but he had yet to find her.
He turned away from the window with a groan. The boys would tell him that he was thinking too hard. Niall would say, “Just have some fun. She’ll show up eventually.”
But even the fact that he knew that was true didn’t stop him from dreaming about her. All the time.
Harry poured himself a drink and stared over at the empty bed.
He wondered what if would be like to finally wake up next to the woman he loved. He wanted to know how it would feel to kiss her first thing in the morning. He could see her in his bed, back to him, a thin white sheet draped over her curves, her hair flowing over her pillow, the morning sun the only light in the room. He wouldn’t be able to resist reaching out and touching her, one finger slowly traveling down her back, tracing her spine like dots on a line. She would stir and slowly roll over to face him, the sheet falling from her body, but Harry would only be looking at her eyes. To him she would have the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, eyes that he got lost in every time he looked her way. She would reach a hand up and run her fingers over the bit of stubble that had grown over his cheeks and chin in the night. Her voice fuzzy and full of the remnants of sleep as she told him good morning. He knew that he would find himself wrapping his arm around her and pulling her flush to his body. He would tell her she looked beautiful in the morning light and her cheeks would turn the lightest shade of pink because his compliments always made her blush. She would tuck her face into his neck and her breath would send goose bumps down his arms. When her shyness subsided, she would appear again in front of him and he would cup her face, slowly bringing her lips to meet his own. Her kiss would be something he cherished every morning and he wouldn’t feel the same if it wasn’t the first thing he got to do each day.
He took a small sip, letting the brown liquid burn his throat.
Would she laugh at his silly jokes? Would she think he was funny or just shake her head every time? What would she look like as she laughed? Her head thrown back while loud giggle poured from her or maybe her face scrunched up, eyes shut tight, the ghost of silent sounds echoing in the room.
What would their fights be like? Would she scream and yell? Tell him she hated him? Would she cry, tears leaving her face streaked and sadness in her eyes? Or would she say nothing at all?
Would they make up easily? Kisses and I’m sorry’s flowing like water from each others lips?
Every night he looked out over the crowd and wondered where she was? He didn’t know who she was or even her name but he knew that she was out there somewhere and when he found her, she would be a perfect match for him.
What if she was right in front of him and in all his worry and dreaming he’d missed her? What if she’d lost her way? What if she was no where to be found? Those were the thoughts that scared him the most. What if she didn’t exist?
Harry shook his head and swallowed down the rest of his drink. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the floor. His pants joined the small pile a minute later. He laid, sprawled out on his large bed, his body slowly sinking into the mattress.
He wished he could say goodnight to this girl in his dreams. Wished he could tell her that he missed her. Or tell her that he couldn’t wait to get back home to her.
He wanted to see her smile. To hear her voice. To know her hopes and her fears.
Harry wanted to know everything.
He needed her.
Here.
Tonight.
He sent out a silent prayer that soon he would find her.
Because he needed her now.
Beautiful :-)
2/11/16