MITAM song blurb: If I could fly
“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.”
Text in bold indicates Harry’s texts and text in italics indicates (y/n)’s texts.
I’m out with my Mum but I’ll be home in an hour?
Sounds good x
I just got home and rang you five times but I’ve just realised that it’s 3am where you are. Hope you’re having sweet dreams about your fabulous girlfriend xx
“God I love my wife ‘n everything but I am so glad for a day in the studio.” Harry laughed when his friend walked through the doors of the small studio, looking as sleep deprived as any other father of two.
“The joys of marriage, eh?”
“She’s been moody with me all week,‘s not my fault I didn’t hear the baby crying when it was my turn to get up with her!” He scoffed, throwing his jacket on the rack in the corner. “Appreciate these kid-free years you have with your missus, the most action I get these days is seeing her pump milk because apparently not even my magic touch will make her boobs feel better.”
“You’re gross.” Harry grimaced, looking up from where he was strumming lightly on his guitar. “Are we going to write some music today or just talk about how hard your life is because you’re not getting any action these days?”
“Fuck off.” He laughed. “Just because you have an active sex life.”
Harry laughed along but felt his heart twist when he realised he hadn’t even spoken to his girlfriend in three days now, let alone be intimate with her. It wasn’t by fault of either of them that their relationship was on hold right now and there was nothing they could do about their demanding jobs but he wishes he was able to go home in the evenings and have his girl waiting for him, enjoying their ‘kid-free years’ as he had been advised to. She wasn’t bitter about it, she was more than understanding, as was he about her schedule- they just needed to work on making their relationship a priority over their careers.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he decided to get to work instead to take his mind off it all.
By the end of his day in the studio, Harry felt slightly better when he realised he had got all his feelings out in the form of a song. It was a song personal to his current situation but he knew the other three boys would definitely be able to relate.
“I better get going, promised the wife I would do dinner tonight.” His friend announced once they decided they were happy with how the demo of the song was sounding.
“That’s no problem, I’ll lock up here.” Harry nodded with a smile.
“See you tomorrow!” He called on his way out, his headlights illuminating the room through the window moments later, before they began to gradually get further away to the point where they could no longer be seen.
After a while of tweaking the song slightly, he looked at the clock and calculated in his head what time in would be back home.
Can you talk? x
I can talk quietly, I have a sleeping cat on my lap x
He smiled, happy that they finally had a free moment together and wasted no time in clicking the face time icon in the corner of the screen.
“Hey stranger.” Her tired smile greeted him after two rings.
“I’ve missed you.” He smiled, head resting on his arm which was propped up on the guitar on his knee.
“I know, it’s been ages since we talked.” She yawned. “Someone fell asleep the other night after telling me he would be waiting for my call.” Her teasing smile made him laugh quietly.
“You know what I’m like; wide awake one minute and dead to the world the next.”
“True.” She giggled.
He knew it was nearing the early hours of the morning where she was but the conversation flowed so freely, talking about anything and everything, that he figured she needed this call just as much as he did and so tried not to think of the time difference as they talked for what must have been almost an hour
“I was in the studio today.” He announced. “Well, I still am.” He flipped the camera round to show her that he was indeed still in the studio. She giggled when he waved through the mirror.
“Productive day?” She asked.
“Very productive.” He nodded once the camera had flipped back round to face him. “Got a song written.”
“That was very productive.” She looked impressed. “Dare I ask what it’s about or is it a one direction exclusive top secret?”
“Well, it is about you… I think.” He smiled sheepishly.
“You think?” She laughed.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I didn’t really have you, or us, in mind when I was writing it but I realised when I heard it back that it was the perfect song for us.”
“Can’t wait to hear it then.” She smiled, yawning again.
“You can hear it now, I just haven’t quite figured the exact tune out but I have a rough idea.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up, excited at the idea of Harry singing a song which he thinks is about her to her for the first time.
“As long as you promise to keep it between us.”
“Pinky promise.” She held her pinky finger up to the screen and he laughed before clearing his throat and setting his phone up in front of him.
“If I could fly.” His deep, raspy singing voice sounded more perfect than she remembered and it filled her heart with contentment at the familiar sound. “I’d be coming right back home to you.” She smiled when she realised how the song fit perfectly in describing them.
Halfway through, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and her phone slipped gently from her hand, the view on the screen now just the dark ceiling of their bedroom. Harry’s focus was completely on the song so he didn’t notice the movement until he had finished and looked to his phone to see what she thought.
He smiled when he realised he had sung her to sleep and simply cut off the call, sending her a text right after.
Sweet dreams, love. Wish I was there with you xx
If only I could fly.. xx