I spin your galaxy

Louis pressed his forehead against the cool glass. The bus trembled on the move and this vibration was given in the whole body. He just called Kit, but she didn't answer. Maybe on stage... or already sleeping... or just busy... But I really wanted to talk. Hear her voice. Their conversations, of course ... Lou says something in Russian, she laughs, corrects. In English, he has to build phrases as if he is communicating with a small child. And she doesn't understand half of it. And yet, wonderful. Without another dose of this dope, Louis missed.

The guys were still awake, but no one was in Lou's room. Everyone was already aware of his great love and high suffering. And since he is sitting - eyebrows with a house, sadness in his eyes - the girl does not pick up his phone. And it's better not to joke about it. For some reason, Sparks' sense of humor at such moments completely leaves.

Louis was more sad, then took a picture of his sour face and sent it to her. Let him see how bad he is without her on this fucking tour. Sad puppy eyes in the reflection of dark glass. Then he thought and sent another message in pursuit: “What are you doing? Busy? Call as soon as you can. I miss…"

She never came, no matter how he asked ... And she didn’t allow herself anything like that anymore in the video chat, much to Louis’s regret. But she was sweet with him, gentle, willingly answered all calls ... when she considered it necessary. In general, she led him on such a strong leash. Lou understood everything, he's not a fool. But he couldn't do anything. Yes, I didn't want to. You see, he loved her. He liked this dying every second, this spring twisted in his heart, this heat shimmering under his ribs. Never before had another person become the whole universe for him.

After some more hesitation, Lou went to bed. Only in the morning did she receive an answer that seemed very strange to him, especially when he was awake. Kit wrote: “I spin your Galaxy! :)” Of course, this is a reference to the name of his band - Run Up My Galaxy*. But what did she mean by that?

Morning... Blinding sun. Another city. Another scene. A sea of ​​heads and raised hands. Leaving the stage, Lu felt the usual pre-concert jitters. He was always worried - that was normal. But this time, some kind of eerie sweet trembling was added to the usual sensation. As if something should happen, and it is not yet clear - is it good or bad? Keith hasn't answered the phone yet. More precisely, the phone was turned off completely, as the robot politely and dispassionately informed him.

Louis worked himself up so hard that he trembled like a hot young horse at the start. However, when the microphone settled into his palm with its usual weight, he suddenly calmed down completely. Everything went like clockwork - one song, the second ... The crowd, who knew the lyrics perfectly, stood on their ears with delight. Energy splashed in waves, rolled off the stage and returned back, amplified hundreds of times. Lou felt like he was in the ocean surf...

At one point, he closed his eyes, bending over, exhaling everything that hurt in a scream, and then looked down at the ocean of faces, and his heart jumped up to his throat, and then thumped back. There, by the stage, on the left ... like a blaze of fire. Something bright, like a fox's tail. Can't be! He ran to the very edge. She... She! She stood calm in the raging crowd, proudly lifting her chin, like a duchess. She looked intently and attentively, as if she were at the opera, and not at a rock party. She didn't care that she was being pushed from all sides. An upturned face framed by torn red strands. She saw that he noticed her, stretched out her hand forward and up ... and showed him a protruding middle finger. And stuck out her tongue. And then she laughed.

Lou jumped into the crowd without a second thought. Dozens of hands picked up, carried. He worked his way over shoulders and heads towards that blazing fire of hair. The crowd, with an amazing collective intelligence inherent in such gatherings, figured out where he was heading, and rolled the light vocalist close to her.

— Keith!

She reached out her hands, catching his palms. Fingers intertwined, Louis pulled her out of the human mess and the living ocean rolled them back to the stage. The guards were already rushing about, trying to quickly catch the blissful object from the tenacious hands of the fans. He felt the fabric crack. The shirt will go for souvenirs. Someone not too successfully waved his hand, hitting him right in the nose. Fuck, the main thing is not to let her go. Whale! Crazy, crazy, adorable! Damn Kitsune!

The crowd threw them upstairs. The strong hands of the guards caught up. Lou did not open his fingers, afraid that if he let go, this red-haired bitch would melt like a hallucination. As soon as he stood firmly on his feet, he felt a warm trickle flow from his nose. He looked into shining honey-green eyes and trembled with joy. Didn't believe it was even possible. He's probably delirious. Or sleeping. Or stoned.

Kit freed her hand and carefully wiped away the blood. Louis caught her hand and pressed it to his lips. He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against her. Real. Smelling of warmth, grass, dust, some perfume. His blood. Kit clung to him and he hugged her, squeezing so that it probably hurt her to breathe. The crowd roared with delight.

It was only then that Lou woke up and realized that the guys were chasing the loss in a circle, improvising a little to give him time. I turned around and saw Jeff grinning from ear to ear. Kit patted his cheek, carefully disengaged herself from his arms, stepped aside and sat on the edge of the stage, immediately taking off her shoes and tucking her legs under her. Simple and cozy, like at home in your own armchair. She nodded - they say, continue ... Lou took off his torn T-shirt, wiped off the remnants of blood and shot it to the public. Then he also undressed. If Keith is barefoot, he will sing like that too. From behind the stage, assistants were already hauling the ice. Lou waved it off, picked up the microphone...

To sing when she looks at him… she spread her fingers and licked a drop of blood with a sharp tongue, smiling slyly and predatory. Trembling and heat permeate the whole body from head to toe ... He gives all the best in a crazy way, as if this is the most important performance of his whole life. He sees only those elongated transparent eyes, those cool wells. Everything, everything, anything, if only admiration shone in them. She sings along, occasionally glancing at the crazy fans. Her warm calmness robs Louis of the remnants of his will and reason.

In short breaks between songs, he comes up to her to touch, hold her hand, run his hand through her hair. She doesn't melt. Doesn't disappear. This is a real fucking miracle. Lu mentally prays to all the gods for this happiness. They don't say a word to each other - it's not necessary. So far it's not necessary at all. Hundreds of mobile phone cameras capture these moments. In a couple of hours, the entire network will be buzzing, looking for information about her, inventing gossip ... Fans will dump a bunch of lies and shit on Kit's head. He already hates them for it.

Finally, it's all over. All the occasional curtsies, drumsticks thrown into the crowd. Louis glares at Keith. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. And is it comfortable for her, with her breasts? Curled up into a cozy ball. Fox. Ginger cat. Werewolf. He kneels down, literally crawling up to the woman he loves to the point of insanity. Looks into the eyes. She smiles and says:

“I hyped up your Galaxy.

“More, Kitty, much more…

Even signing autographs and taking pictures with fans, Lou would not let go of her hand if she would let him. But Kit, quite independently, chose a seat a little to the side, sat there on an empty table, dangling her legs, and carelessly licked ice cream, watching the lines of fans.

The first excitement from the meeting receded under the pressure of a completely understandable desire - to be alone with Kit as soon as possible. Autograph - sessions have never seemed so tiring, long and disgusting to Louis. He hated every squealing youngster who stole the precious moments he could spend with Kit. Instead of autographs, he wanted to draw members and write - and go to hell, you all!

That's why she did not pick up the phone: she was at the airport, on the plane ... She wanted to surprise him. Turned out great, just great! He had not yet kissed her ... for real, and tried to imagine - how it would be? How to do it like that ... what her lips taste like ... Now they are sweet, for sure, she is eating ice cream ... However, from the thought of a kiss, he naturally flowed to thoughts of sex. He imagined how he would touch her, undress, caress such a desired body ... There are such curves ... How she would moan, surrendering to him ... Or maybe, on the contrary, she would be assertive and active? He doesn't mind...

Crap! Well done! It's good that the t-shirt is long enough. It was not enough to earn another scandal with another fool who imagines that she is at least a princess, and he intends to fuck her at any cost.

Lou lifted his head from the 100th poster with his own cute face and looked at Keith. She smiled reassuringly. God, please let this all end soon! Please!

* Spin My Galaxy.