Muse [h.s.]

17. watermelon sugar

Harry's POV
a year ago

"Play it back one more time," Mitch instructs and I grin at him, clapping him on the shoulder as I press the button.

"Will do," I reply, anticipating the sound of the music.

Taste like strawberries on a summer evening...

My voice floods through the speakers and I can't help but let loose another small chuckle.

I want more berries and that summer feeling, it's so wonderful and warm...

My thoughts flicker back to that one moment in time, all those months ago in that beautiful week Aurelia and I shared in France.

I still remember writing the first verse while we were in France, how I'd sing it over and over to myself, how Aurelia would narrow her brows every time she heard it, asking me what it was that I was singing.

If only she knew what exactly my inspiration was behind the song. I bite my lip to suppress my laughter.

If I shut my eyes, I could picture it so vividly in my head — her twenty fourth birthday, the way her golden skin seemed to radiate with the sunset in the distance as the sky turned a soft shade of pink that resembled the color of her full lips.

Breathe me in, breathe me out, I don't know if I could ever go without...

She looked absolutely exquisite in that little lavender dress she wore, her long hair swept behind her shoulders as she laid back against my chest, smiling in content. Her cheeks were flushed; I remember wishing that I could take a photo and capture how she looked.

Little did I know, even after all these months later, my memory is as fresh as ever, and the image of her is forever imprinted in my mind.

Mitch interrupts my thoughts as he begins to sing along to the chorus, "Watermelon sugar high, watermelon sugar high..."

I can't help but laugh and sing along, bopping my head to the music as I let it flood through my memories and my senses again.

Strawberries on a summer evening, baby, you're the end of June.

My mind flashes back to her body laid against the sand, my hands reaching under the hem of her dress to pull her panties off her, tugging them down to her ankles. She had let loose a little gasp, but I hadn't given her a chance to speak, as I had already hiked her dress up her smooth thighs, my head dipped under her dress.

I want your belly and that summer feeling, getting washed away in you...

If I could live in one particular memory forever, it might be this one — as selfish and egotistical as it sounds, I loved seeing the way Aurelia squirmed under my touch, I loved the sweet taste of her on my tongue, I loved the way her fingers tugged at my hair. 

"You taste so good, baby...like strawberries," I had said. The thought makes me laugh now, seeing that's where I got my inspiration from.

But, it was true.

Aurelia always tasted so sweet, possibly my most favorite taste. Her soft little moans echoed through my ears, even now as I relish in the memory.