Tunes | Harry Styles

Lucky charm

Weeks later.

We've worked on the album, we've visited the studio countlessly - all of us working and jamming together. In between taking coffee breaks, getting high, teasing and messing with each other. Its been two weeks exactly since Harry and I kissed.

We didn't talk about it, and the good thing is we didn't feel awkward or aloof with one another. In fact, we became closer. We slept in the same bed, we eat on the same table, we still were the same thing.

But I wasn't sure if I felt the same, but I kept that buried in me, not wanting to complicate my thoughts. Not wanting to complicate what we had. I was happy with what we had.

I turn off the electric piano, standing from my seat as we all scatter around to fix the set up even though the producer countlessly told us not to anymore.

"Everyone's done?" I looked over my shoulder to see Harry walk in, wearing his causal clothing. It was said that he's done his vocals earlier today hence why he didn't record with us.

"All done." Jeff chuckles, going over to greet Harry. As I help the rest clean up, I take slight glimpses at Harry. He wore a white shirt with his beige slacks and his necklaces and rings. I couldn't help but smile when I notice the green cross pendant I've gifted him on his birthday - laying upon his chest.

His arms were crossed, hair brushed back, lips pursed and eyes squinted as Jeff explains the audio and tempo of the song we're working on and what would Harry prefer.

As I take my cup of coffee and take a sip, his eyes lands on me. He rests his fingers on his lips, eyeing me and back to Jeff. He gives me a gentle smile, and I do the same. I walk out the studio room, walking down the hall and to the kitchen to make myself another cup of coffee.

I stand alone with my thoughts in the quiet room, hearing the faded sounds of their chatters from across the walls. I pour in a teaspoon of brown sugar in my cappuccino, the caffeine's scent strong and darting my mind with different memories.

My skin jumps out of my bits of flesh slightly when I feel a hand on my waist, but that was familiar and my body called home upon his touch. "Hello," He utters to me, pecking my temple and my cheek as he pulls away within seconds, making his own coffee as well whilst I take a glance at him from my shoulder. My body suddenly went cold again from the lost of contact of his skin.

"Hi." I whisper, gripping the edges of the counter, a light grin laying my lips. I hear the coffee machine hissing, watching his side profile and defined features that called to me to just trace every outline of his face with my touch.

"Quiet today, aren't you?" His tone was firm and soft, taking his mug as he finally faces me - blowing onto his scorching hot coffee, cheekbones sharpening within the hallows of his cheeks.

"Didn't sleep too well." I say honestly, thoughts keeping me up at night. He licks his lips, placing his mug away, movements tempting. "I know." He nods to himself, hesitantly standing straight, finding his way to me.

"My mum is visiting us tonight." He wraps his arms around me, squeezing me that our bodies molds upon one another. I giggle as he snuggles my neck, inhaling sharply against my jaw. "You smell nice." His lips draws a smile onto my skin.

I didn't say a word but remained in his arms, loving how his body brought me to safety. Strong arms, tall built but gentle touch and heart within words that slips out of his tender mouth.

"Let's go home?" His voice sings to me within a tune so delicately as he says those words.

"Let's go home." I say after a few moments.