serenity | h.s | ON HOLD

fourteen.

Sarita.

Bliss.

Pure and innocent bliss, that was what I was feeling in this exact moment. If I had known a lot earlier that being with Harry would give me such a boost of serotonin, I would have made my move from the moment that we met.

I couldn't tell you exactly how long we stood out by the lake just wrapped up in each other's arms, smiling and kissing each other. Even after one of us would try to pull away to get into the car, the other would ask for, "just one more kiss" that would turn into more than just one kiss.

He was an incredible kisser.

Unfortunately, I couldn't remember much of the blissful feeling of kissing him from our first kiss when we were drinking at his house. A part of me didn't mind that though, I kind of liked it better keeping this new moment sweet in my memory.

Once we finally made our way into his car, Harry could not keep himself from not touching me, having his right hand on my thigh as his left hand controlled the steering wheel. His fingers would trace aimless patterns around my thigh, sometimes using his thumb and pointer finger to squeeze the top of my knee to get a reaction out of me. I'm pretty sure he just wanted to hear me laugh, and I was only sure of that because he made it a point to tell me that my laugh was his, "new favorite melody."

Needless to say, I started to purposefully laugh at just about any little thing he would just so I could watch his face light up.

With one hand on the steering wheel, his other played with my fingers, dancing along to the beat of the song on the radio.

"Do you want to put on something? Show me some more of that tremendous taste in music that you've got," he smiles, nodding his head in the direction of his phone for me to grab with my free hand.

I tap on the screen, instantly noticing his lock screen being a picture of the sunset from the day we all went to watch it at Cathedral Rock. The smile on my face that was already prominent grows a little more at the cute memory, opening up his phone that didn't have a password on it. My eyes go right to the apps on his screen, looking for the music streaming app of his choice.

"Spotify, it's at the bottom of my home screen," his voice interjects my thoughts as if he could read my mind.

"Spotify, eh? Thought you'd be more of an Apple Music kind of guy," I tease, tilting my head slightly to smirk at him before I go back to his phone and tap on the app. He chuckles with a shake to his head, lightly pinching at my knee again with his fingers.

Seconds later after I find the perfect song, I reach over to the dashboard to turn up the volume in preparation. Pressing play, the speakers of his car start to play the beginning chords of Teenage Dream by Katy Perry.

As if this was truly the song of my choice, I immediately began to sing along to the lyrics. I could hear Harry start to laugh next to me, not being able to contain his smile. It isn't until the chorus comes around that he joins me in a full belt, singing at the top of his lungs. The shock from him joining me stops me from singing, not being able to believe that he didn't try and change the song.

I reach over, turning the volume down to stare at him in disbelief. His voice also didn't sound all that bad either, it somewhat pained me to stop him from his little performance. When he realizes the volume has gotten lower, he looks over at me for a brief moment with a huge grin across his dimpled cheeks, "Put some Taylor Swift in the queue if you're going for a pop kind of vibe."

Turns out Harry is a huge fan of the pop music genre. Each and every song that came on the playlist was one that he knew every word to, singing his heart away all while holding my hand so that way he could use it as his own personal microphone. It was so enticing to see how much his personality has blossomed over time. From the Harry who couldn't even get a word out, right to the Harry who now had me in his chokehold with that beautiful smile of his.