43 || For You

                                    

                                          
I DIDN'T KNOW IT could feel like this.
Like the moment after the first drop on a roller coaster – plummeting as your stomach clenches, your body tightening in anticipation for what will happen next, only to experience joyful ecstasy as you fly through the earth in the most dreamlike way. Floating through the ride, solely to find that each twist and turn gets better and better, and you wish it would never end. 
Like you're careening through the universe – getting lost in space with all the bright lights and the dazzling shades of the galaxies. Overloaded with sensory stimulation. Experiencing new sights and colors and sensations all at the same time, but by the most magnificent and awe-inducing means.
I wish I never had to move. That I could stay wrapped in his body forever.
He's released a part of me I didn't know I could revive. What I once was experiencing in muted tones, I now see in vivid red, yellow and blue.
Harry's fingers trace his own artistic designs against my hip. We lay naked, tangled in his sheets. 
"I have to get ready for the show," Harry murmurs quietly against me. He plants a gentle kiss on the back of my head. "I'll get someone to pick you up for the Forum tonight, okay?"
I nod my head slowly. My eyes are still closed while a soft smile spreads on my face, but it quickly transforms to a grimace when I notice I can't even twist my torso to move toward him. 
My whole body aches. 
We kept each other up for several hours into the night and now I can barely move. I can't comprehend sitting up right now, let alone performing a sold-out arena show. But I've never met someone as disciplined and committed as Harry. He would do anything if he was passionate for it.
"Congrats." I say, finally rubbing open my eyes to see his disheveled hair and beautiful smile.
"On what? The sex?" He smirks with an evil gleam. "Yea, that was pretty good."
I glare lasers at him, too tired for his snarky jokes. 
"For the album release," I groan, slapping him on the arm.
He laughs boldly. 
"I don't know. I feel like the sex deserves more of a congratulation."
"Oh my god, just get up." I chuckle, pushing him off the bed.
I fall back onto the mattress while he moves across the floor. I close my eyes again. My body is refusing to wake up.
I hear his feet tread around the bedroom floor while he grabs his clothes, followed by the rushing of water from the bathroom sink. More soft steps sound before the door to the room closes behind him with a resounding click.
My mind stays conscious for another few moments before the pleasant swells of silence rock me into a deep sleep once more.
✤ ✤ ✤
By the time my mind stirs again a couple of hours later, the clock shows it's already 1 PM.
I groan and stretch my arms, willing myself to untangle my tired limbs from the sheets. I slowly turn my body, moving my legs to feel the fluffy wool rug beneath my feet. 
Once I gain my footing, I amble over to the bathroom, pulling the sheet along with me to wrap around my bare body. I take in my reflection. Chuckling at the messy waves of hair, pushed and pulled around by Harry's long fingers. 
I comb through it to diffuse the mess, then I brush my teeth and wash my face before putting on the slightest amount of concealer – attempting to feel slightly more presentable for the day.