“I’m nineteen and I’m on fire,
But when we’re dancing I’m alright,
It’s just another graceless night”
Serenity. If there was one word that would be used to describe this night, that would be it. The cool summer breeze danced along your skin as the two of you lay atop a small blanket in the grass, half-empty glasses of champagne and fuzzy Polaroid pictures surrounding you. Your eyes are both focused on microscopic, dazzling stars that lit up the sky above you. The sounds of leaves swaying in the tall trees above and crickets loudly chirping in the distance filled your ears as the two of you fell into a blissful silence. It wasn’t the type of silence that made you feel obligated to speak every once in a while in order to prevent awkwardness, though. It was the kind of silence that could only be shared with a certain type of person; someone who made you feel content and safe and always left you with this immensely warm feeling in your heart.
Harry finally stands up, dusting off his signature black jeans before extending his arms out toward you. You hesitantly retrieve them, a look of confusion washing over your face as he gently pulls you from the now dirt-covered blanket.
“I wanna dance,” he whispers softly before pulling out his phone and playing Tupelo Honey by Van Morrison, a song that you had both loved for years. The song brought always made you feel nostalgic. The first time he ever played it for you the two of you were in the exact same spot, the backyard of his childhood home. It was a brisk November night, and you were both snuggled against each other, staring up at the night sky. Your breath was visible in the air and your cheeks were stained a deep shade of red, but Harry’s warmth instantly made you feel toasty and content. Tupelo Honey was softly playing, the sounds of the song mixed with the crackling and sizzling of the fire coming from the fire pit perched in front of you. He told you that if he could write a love song for you, this is exactly what he would want it to sound like. You were both seventeen, and it was the first time you realized how utterly in love with him you were.
A large smile spreads across your face as you wrap your hands around his neck, instantly reaching a hand up and combing it through his short curls. Harry snakes one hand around your waist and scoops you towards his body, pulling you in so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. He reaches behind him and grabs your left hand, intertwining your small fingers with his. Your eyes flutter shut as you lay your head against his chest, the scent of his cologne mixed with a slight hint of the champagne seeping into your nose. The two of you slowly sway to the beat of the song softly playing from his phone.
Neither of you were naturals, and it was evident. Every so often one you would step on the other’s foot or your legs would accidentally intertwine, nearly sending you both tumbling to the ground, but nevertheless you both still melted into each other, bodies fitting perfectly together.
“She’s as sweet as tupelo honey…..,” Harry softly sings along. His chest rumbles beneath you as he begins to quietly hum along to the song, swaying you in circles. He tightened his grip around your waist in an attempt to pull you in closer, if possible.
“You know she’s alright, oh she’s alright with me…..”
You were completely complacent. Harry always somehow managed to bring a sense of comfort and happiness with him, no matter where he was—it was as if it radiated off of him, like sun beams that peeked through large clouds on an overcast day.
The song finally ends, but you two remain connected. Harry wraps his other arm around you, pulling you into a tight embrace as he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. You never got tired of kissing him. Every kiss still left you with the burning feeling in your stomach that you had felt the first time your lips ever connected.
You never wanted this moment to end. You felt like you were seventeen again—young, carefree, and joyful. You never understood how you ended up so lucky, and he felt the exact same way about you. Harry was like the missing puzzle piece, but once you found it, nothing in your life felt complicated anymore. Everything felt alright. You were now both nineteen, and he still left you with the spark he first lit in you the night you met. From the moment he first played this song, you knew that you were unconditionally in love with this boy. And you knew you always would be.