serenity | h.s | ON HOLD

seventeen*

Sarita.

No wonder why yellow was Harry's favorite color, it was the most fascinating color in the entire rainbow - hell it was the most divine color of all time.

As someone who has admired the color purple for the majority of her life, I was positive that no other color could ever come close to capturing my attention other than purple - but all that once was settled in my mind had changed this evening when Harry dragged the both of us to the middle of a grassy field to watch the sun as it lit on fire in such a dazzling way.

Harry and the sky - the perfect view.

My stomach had already been filled with butterflies from the flirtatious words that left his mouth back when we were in the parking lot of the bookstore, so the moment I caught sight of the beaming sky behind him, I was sure I had passed away and gone to heaven. I could swear there was even a halo placed above his head that the sky had so ironically placed just for me to see. I wasn't prepared for him to rush us out of the parking lot as quickly as he did, but I also didn't mind. It brought me here after all, with my head laying in the dip of Harry's lap as he scribbles away on the journal in his hands.

I tried to ask him a little bit ago what he was writing but he was quick to deny any questions in regards to it. It was almost like it was offensive that I even asked him such a question, a poet never allowed to reveal his work before it was finished I suppose. So instead of trying to pry for any other details from, I stick to just admiring him from where I lay.

The way his brows knit together in deep thought as he searches for the right moment to describe, the way his tongue pokes out from the side of his mouth as he ponders the words to write out, and the way his chest contracts softly as he seeks for the emotions to explain in detail. I was enamored by his effortless beauty in this stare he was in, focusing so deeply on the tattered paper his pen scratched over and over again on.

It wasn't until today that I found out about his dream of becoming a poet, making everything I had known about Harry leading up to now finally making sense. He has never shied away from expressing his love for the genre itself as we have had plenty of conversations about it, but never had he mentioned it was his dream to be just like all of the authors he speaks so highly about. Now that I think back about everything, I can remember the times I had taken notice of the journal that he always keeps on his bedside table.

One thing about me though, is that I will never ask any questions. anxiety building up from the inside that I would be crossing boundaries or that I would make someone feel nervous themselves. Even for something as simple as writing poetry, I knew that whatever it was Harry had in his journal it meant something special to him and that he would share it one day if he wanted - and I guess that day was today.

"Hey cutie girl," Harry's voice calls out for me and I'm giving him a small hum in response to urge him to continue, "Sun's almost done setting, do you wanna get up here and see it with me?"

My mouth immediately goes into a pout that results in a smile at his question, feeling a thumping in my chest from the nerves of being under his stare. I nod my head quickly as I'm picking myself up from his lap, seeing that he uses this time to spread his legs open enough to fit my body. Once I get settled with my back against his chest, his arms make their way around my chest to hold me close. He places his head next to mine as it rests on my shoulder and I swear I could feel his smile against my cheek. I was more than okay with that though, because I was smiling just a big myself.

Amidst the sounds of the tree's leaves rustling around us is the sound of Harry's steady breathing next to me. We were even close enough for me to feel the beat of his heart from behind me that was telling me he was content in the moment we were in, watching as the sky fades from its yellow-orange shade to blue. There were no words needed to be spoken to keep up the mood, peace and tranquility being all that we needed.