Medley

53: VISIONS OF PARADISE.

           

"Don't leave today. Stay the night and I'll drop you off at the airport on my way to the studio. Yes?" He pleads.

"But I already changed my ticket from this afternoon to tonight."

"So? We'll change it again!" He's slowly cornering me against the side of the pool and I don't do anything to stop him.

"Har, you have a big day tomorrow and you know you won't get enough rest if I stay."

"I won't sleep at all if you go."

Manipulative little shit!

"Is this how it's going to be? Me always giving you whatever the hell you want?" I recall his words from earlier.

"Depends. Do you want to make me happy?"

"There's nothing I want more."

"Then yes, this is how it's going to be."

Harry gives my hips one last push and I am trapped between his body and the concrete behind me with my legs around his waist.

"Let's get out of here so we can call the airline."

My voice is breathy and my pulse unsteady in reaction to how close his lips are to my mouth.

"We got one more thing to do in the pool before we go." He whispers in my ear as his hands travel down my back and his thumbs hook to the elastic band of my panties sliding them down effortlessly.

Visions of Paradise by Mick Jagger plays in the back of my head as Harry takes me one more time to that place I only know because of him. Our very own heaven.

"Don't tell me when something is beautiful
And don't tell me how to talk to my friends
Just tell me the names of the stars in the sky
What's your favorite song?
Tell me the names of the lovers you had
Before I came along

Don't put your arms around me
And don't hold me tight
'Cause I could get used
To your vision of paradise

(...)

You say that you want me forever and I
I say love is no crime
So tell me the names
Of the children we'll have
At the end of the line

(...)

And don't let me near the garden of earthly delights
'Cause I could get used to your vision of paradise

Just use your heart and not your head
While I fall apart in my bed
I find myself aching for you
I feel myself breaking in two

So don't tell me when I should come home
There might be a time you don't want me around

Don't build your world around me
And don't hold me tight
'Cause I could get used
To your vision of paradise"

There's a part of me still waiting to wake up from this dream and find out none of this was real. Happiness like this can't be possible. And that same part of me is also afraid of growing accustomed to the frequent trips to the clouds.

What if they don't last?

What if we don't make it?

I can't go back to my life before Harry, it's too late for that.