"You smell like strawberries."
"Well you taste like Watermelon."
"How convenient for the both of us."
Luna Coulee can't seem to stay for a long time.
Harry Styles can't seem to stay away.
//Luna Coulee meets Harry Styles at sixteen years old. Alth...
Harry, I learned, was more of a louder and more talkative person. He did the most talking between us, He engaged the most, came up with all the activities we did. At first I thought it was just because he lived here and knew it best but I soon came to realize it was with everything. He asked the questions first and I answered. He played the music, I listened.
So when Harry didn't talk, it was quiet. Not awkward, just quiet.
Our last day came quicker than I thought and while usually I was excited to be back home in my own bed, this time leaving the small town of Holmes Chapel was melancholic. Since I was leaving early in the morning we hung out the day before after Harry finished with work. I walked over to the bakery, and Harry was standing there with a cherry and strawberry scone. I gasped in excitement as he handed me the cherry scone.
"Merci Monsieur Styles!" I bite into the scone and inhale. It was silly but these scones tasted magical. As I turned to walk back to the main part of town he gestured the other way. I raised my eyebrow in curiosity. "Taking me on a new adventure today?"
"It's your last day, how can I not?" Harry says, his accent exaggerating the o in not.
We walk across a stone bridge which stands over the river that passes through the town. Kids are playing on both sides and people are walking around, enjoying the sun that rarely appeared without clouds suffocating it. The sky was a satisfying bright blue that only seemed to make Harry's eyes a soft green today.
Oh, how I loved the color green.
"Harry Styles are you trying to kidnap me again?" I laugh referencing the other day when we went on a hike. Harry only responded by putting a piece of gum while simultaneously handing me one. I roll my eyes and take it, now used to Harry deflecting answers.
I see an ice cream store as we keep walking and beg Harry to stop in. It's small, the chairs are a soft red and the walls are beige but the workers seemed bright and happy which overpowered the dull colors the room had. We ordered ice cream, I got lavender which wasn't a common flavor in the US but it happened to be my favorite while Harry who was saddened they didn't have his favorite Christmas Pudding ordered Strawberry Fields. We sat at a table by the window and I quickly pulled out my phone to take a picture of Harry.
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He quickly blushed when he realized what I was doing and pushed away my camera.
"M'not camera-shy," he says softly. "Jus livin' in the moment."
"You can't do both? Live AND remember the moment?"
"S'not the same."
"Whatever you say Harry Styles."
We finish our ice cream and leave the store, Harry yelling thank you to the workers. He was more of a people person than I was. I tend to stay silent and go along with the crowd but, Harry was the leader, the one people listened to.
