Tunes | Harry Styles

Salted Sea

Salted sea water lingered upon my lips, wind as cool to shiver my skin, people's chatters arousing me, live band playing by the stage — and yet with all that sound, I could hear the dancing waves by the shore, calling out for me to come and sail away within the depths of the sea.

Unknown faces, an unfamiliar feeling. The blurring music fading away, thoughts clouding my mind like a heavy storm approaching so suddenly but then, I see him - the storm in my mind seemingly disappearing and the sun approaches brightly, him, and I'm finally okay again. His figure comes to me, something about the way he moves was elegant with a tint of mystery. Even the way his shadow rose behind him intimidated me. Blazer perfectly tugged around his shoulders, hair waved away from the repeated salted wind, hands easily grasping two champagne glasses.

"Was I away too long?" His accent rung, tongue curling within words - quick to release his words before it gets knotted in between. "Yes, I started to miss you." I teased. He pulls out the empty chair beside me, settling the glasses on the clothed white table, sitting beside me within ease. 

We sit beside each other, his arm draped over my chair as we watch the people dance by the middle. I rest my chin upon my knuckles, glancing over at him, watching him casually taking small sips, eyes darting over the crowd. "It'll be a slow dance now, mind taking your lovers up here?" The lead singer speaks upon his mic amusingly, people suddenly standing up, taking their partners.

Harry stands, taking me by surprise. He tugs his slacks down upon his thighs, fixing his collar, swallowing down his champagne before settling it on the table. Finally, with smacked lips, he faces me - placing out his hand. "Be my lover and dance with me?"

I eyed his open palm, the softness and plumpness of his skin calling out for my hand to knit against his forever. Softly but surely, I take his hand. The strong touch lift me off my feet, leading me away to the middle.

He holds onto my waist, my hands reaching up for his neck and jaw. I stared away for a moment, the moon catching my eyes from million miles away. So far, but so close. So real, but I haven't seen it nor touched it. Just like now, just like us, it exists - but I wasn't sure if it were real. But it was real. I knew from the way the corner of my eye notices his daring gaze, his pursed mouth ready for poetic words to fall, his touch seconds away to melt the coldness of my sorrows, his entire being ready to drown me and I shall learn to breathe under water in order to be with him all over again. And I wouldn't mind. For him, I would give my last. For him, I'm fearless.  For him, I'm ready.

"You're here but I still miss you."

And just with those words, he captures my eyes again so quick like a running train. His lips rounds a smile, his hand taking mine, lacing our fingers as he pulls me closer till our chest heaves on one another.

"I'm here."

"Always be here with me, Louisa."

Gently, I rest my cheek on his chest, his chin settling atop of my head. I hear his heart and how I wish it called for me. But it won't. And it never will because we don't belong to anyone but ourselves.

"Come, let's walk."

He leads me away from the crowd, my heels sinking into the sand. I grip his hand, fearing I'll fall on my own feet. "Struggling, aren't you?" He amusingly says. "Harry!" I exclaim, his arms lifting me off the ground, carrying me bridal style. My laugh fades away with the people and band playing, and so on all I could hear were the waves and his heavy footsteps upon the grain of every sand.

For a moment, I gaze up. His moist hair slicked back, a strand of curl covering his eye. The moon beams his face, sea water reflecting upon his eyes. A Greek beauty is what I thought of him. "I sometimes think you're what Achilles would look like." I blurt out, skimming my fingers on his exposed neck.