Rhapsody (Part 2 of Medley).

26: FAITHFULLY.

"Aren't you gonna get that?"

His cellphone rings from somewhere in the hotel room but Harry tunes it out and tries to distract me with kisses on my neck.

"I don't want to talk to anybody. Whoever that is can leave a message."

He swipes his tongue across my jaw and tugs lightly at my earlobe with his teeth, knowing that does it for me every time.  

"They're not giving up. At least mute the fucking thing!" I complain.

It's hard to concentrate on his lips working me up with that annoying ringtone killing the mood.

"I don't hear it anymore. If it bothers you, you're welcome to get up and look for the phone..."

Harry climbs on top of me defying me to try and get up, and pins my hands above my head while he kisses me hungrily, as if he hasn't gotten enough of me yet after the amazing round of sex we've just had.

"I'm pretty sure my legs don't work right now, thanks to you."

I beam at him, satisfied because my body is finally getting what it had been craving so long, but hoping he'd just keep kissing me until we can't stop ourselves and I can forget about the phone ringing in the background.

There's a pause of complete silence for about a minute and then the sound resumes its torture.

"If you love me, please go find that phone and turn it off!" I mumble into his lips that won't give mine a break.

"Aaaah!" He groans before letting go of my hands, climbing off the bed and walking around the room picking up articles of clothing from the floor hoping to find his phone underneath one of them. "Who the hell is calling this early in the fucking morning?"

We made a mess of the room last night when we came in after his show. Desperation ruled every action as we stumbled our way into the door, knocking furniture off while we undressed each other without ever disconnecting our lips, impatient to finally be able to communicate through touch. Harry's phone was probably in his pant pocket when I tossed them on the floor.

"Please, tell me it's not Jeff!" I yell from the bed as Harry walks out of the bedroom to pick up his pants from the living room floor. "Jeff always calls to deliver bad news."

Harry comes back into the room and flips the phone to show me the screen.

It's Jeff, his agent.

"Hi, Jeff-O! You have fifty seconds to say what you need to say before I hang up. Make them count!" He says at an uncharacteristic fast speed. Harry is known for taking his time with words.

I clench my fists waiting to hear whatever Jeff is saying that's slowly erasing Harry's smile from his face.

"For fuck's sake, Jeff! It's my cousin's wedding!"

Oh, shit.

Not again!

Not another important event in some of his loved ones' lives that he's going to miss because of work!

"Can't we pass on it?"

He waits for an answer he already knows.

The disappointment in my face is impossible to hide. Even if I tried to keep it from him, he'd see right through me.

"What is it this time?" I ask as soon as he puts his phone down and takes a deep sigh.

"They want us to be surprise guests at the VMAs."

I can tell he's as disappointed as I am. The only difference is that he's used to dealing with disappointment better.

"Didn't they try to book you for that event and you guys declined for scheduling reasons?"