Sweet Tooth [HS]

SIXTY ONE

"Sweet creature
Had another talk about where it's going wrong
But we're still young
We don't know where we're going
But we know where we belong
And oh we started
Two hearts in one home
It's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know, but oh
Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home
Sweet creature
We're running through the garden
Oh, where nothing bothered us
But we're still young
I always think about you and how we don't speak enough
And oh we started
Two hearts in one home
I know, it's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know, but oh
Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me homeI know when we started
Just two hearts in one home
It gets harder when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know, but oh
Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home
You'll bring me home."

When Harry finished singing, when the guitar ended, when it was just the sound of his breathing echoing through the studio - Max... Max thought she was going to faint.

She was not breathing.

Was not aware of anything around her - of anybody else in the room, in the universe. Nothing else existed in that moment, apart from her beating heart that was no longer beating - that was breaking and remaking inside of her chest.

She did not know what to say, couldn't speak because she thought she might cry. Could not comprehend Jamal and Tom's voices because they were too quiet, too insignificant to make out between the lyrics of the song that was echoing around her head, the words that he had spoken - the tone of his voice that was burying into her bones.

Sweet creature

You bring me home

His words. Her words. Their words.

She suddenly felt the power and the promise and the mystery of Harry Styles. Found herself washed in his gift, in the words that were spilling over her, that she was revelling in.

And he was looking at her now, from through the glass. Where he'd kept his eyes tight shut as he was singing, now his green and magic and mythical eyes were staring straight at her, straight into her, saying things that could not be said until they were alone.

And all Max could do was stare back, unable to think because all she wanted to do - the only thing her body was capable of feeling was needing to go towards him. To break through the glass separating them, to crawl onto his body, bury herself into his skin. She wanted to zip herself and tuck herself and fit inside his mind so his thoughts could be hers - so she could know the secrets he had so beautifully mastered into this song.

Is this how he felt? Truly? Is this what he wrote in that journal of his - the songs he played when she was not around?

Two hearts and one home and sweet and creatures and oh my god. It's just that she loved him. That she wanted to hear every single one of his thoughts and to know the secrets of his mind and to know everything he felt inside his fingertips. She knew it wasn't normal to feel like that - as she sat there, unbreathing, unmoving.

But all she wanted was him. All of him.

And it could have been hours, it could have been seconds, could have been a blink when Max realised Harry was looking away and standing up and putting the guitar down and coming back through to the studio.