serenity | h.s | ON HOLD

six.

Sarita.

There was something so incredibly alluring about Harry Styles.

I couldn't put my finger on it, and that in itself bothered me. I tried to not let it affect me as much as it did, but the more I thought about him, the worse it got. The way he walked with confidence with a hint of uncertainty and the way he talked so smoothly yet so cautiously. Not to mention that the way he acted around me was way different than he had interacted with everyone else last night. I'd like to believe that it was because he had liquor in his system but something told me it was definitely deeper than that. Though I've been able to pick up on some of his nervous mannerisms, I still had so much to learn about him.

So far, all I had gotten to know about Harry was that he was born on February 1st, making him an Aquarius. His favorite colors were yellow and beige, an interesting yet aesthetically pleasing combination. His taste in music ranged from oldies to new school. Artists like Still Woozy, Cautious Clay, and Q were brought up. I had never heard of them before that conversation, to which he said "I'll have to show you one day." I also learned that he and Juliette have been best friends since they were in "primary school" which I had pieced together was otherwise known as "elementary school" here in America.

I also learned that he was terrified of thunderstorms.

Last night around close to one in the morning I had woken up to get a glass of water, and much to my surprise, Harry was pacing around my kitchen. When I made it known that I had walked in, the boy nearly had a heart attack. I could tell that something was bothering him just by his body language, but I wasn't sure what it was until I watched him practically hop out of his chair when there was a loud crack of thunder. He tried to play it off too, as if I would laugh right in his face, but it didn't matter to me. Of course he didn't know that though, so that's when I offered to help make him a cup of tea. That was also why I decided to ask him to sleep in my bed with me.

I never share my bed with anyone.

My room has always been my safe space. Even when any of my friends would come over, we would always hang out in the living room. Of course they had all seen my room before, I wasn't completely gatekeeping it from everyone. I simply just loved to keep a safe-haven of peace to myself with nobody around.

Then Harry came along.

I could see that he was hurting behind those sage green eyes from the moment we first made eye contact that day in the coffee shop, and I could see it again last night when he was sat across from me at the table. There was only so much I could possibly do to help him, so offering to share my bed with him was the best I could come up with. He looked so shocked the second after I had asked him, even slipped up and was talking without realizing. It made me feel so incredibly bad and left me wondering what had happened to him that had him acting so timid around me. It's like he was afraid to get too close to me, like he was afraid that I would break at the mere touch to my skin. So I did the only other thing I could think of to ease his anxiety; scratch patterns onto his back. Just the way my mom did with me as a child, it worked, he was sound asleep within seconds, and thankfully It didn't take long for me to fall asleep right after him.

Not once did he stir awake during the night, instead he slept so good that it was I who had to wake him up. The natural morning lighting was my personal alarm clock, never leaving me to depend on a physical one to wake me up. After giving myself a few seconds to process that I was no longer sleeping, I realized that I was cuddled up in his arms. I had a feeling that it would catch him off guard the moment he saw how we were laying, so I did my best to wake him gently. Unfortunately, once he woke up and noticed, he practically threw me off of him and tried to hide his embarrassment. I won't lie though, it was kind of cute watching him get all flustered over our sleeping cuddle session.