This Was Home [h.s.]

| 24. TRIPLE SCOOP |

Harry's hair was still pretty damp by this point too, especially the bottom tips of his curls. I was just as amazed by his hair as I was the first time I saw him freshly showered. It was unfair how perfectly they sat naturally against his forehead. It was as if they were each specifically programmed to frame his face in the most beautiful way.

Harry sprung his hand out towards the radio, startling me by the sudden movement. He began to crank the radio louder, allowing the music to boom from the speakers. Even the windows shook slightly against the influx of vibrations now bouncing throughout the vehicle.

I recognized the beginning instrumental notes, but it wasn't until I heard Harry belt out the first lyrics until I truly remembered what song was playing.

"Wake up kids, we got the dreamers' disease!" He bellowed out, swaying his head along to the beats. I couldn't help but smile from how enthusiastic he looked while he sang out. I considered just letting him finish out the song as I observed him, but it was so catchy that I couldn't help but join in.

"You feel your dreams are dying; hold tiiiiiight," I added, not worried about being on key or not.

While still singing along, Harry spun his head towards me, shocked that he had someone join in on his singing fiasco. He nodded his head triumphantly, growing his voice even louder to match mine.

"You've got the music in you!" We both sang at the top of our lungs together. I could feel my throat straining to keep up with his volume, but I didn't care. This moment was like nothing else I had experienced with him. He looked so genuinely happy, that I couldn't help but to feed off of that. I had never felt so carefree.

"This world is gonna pull through. Don't give up, you've got a reason to live." My eyes squeezed shut as I swayed back and forth in my seat, dramatically emphasizing the words. Harry was drumming against the wheel as the music built up, and I added on mini beats against the dashboard to match his. He laughed in between lyrics as he watched me, but I kept up the pace.

"This whole damn world can fall apart. You'll be okay, follow your heart. You're in harm's way, I'm right behind!" We both screamed so loudly; there was no doubt that if someone were passing by us that they could hear our harsh vocals clashing together.

The music began to fade out as it ended and I found myself taking a deep breath, not realizing how hard I was truly straining myself. It almost felt like I had gone through a full-blown workout at the intensity I was singing at. Harry looked almost as out of breath as I did, but we both looked so happy.

He turned to look at me, his chest rising and falling in a more steady manner now. "I have a lot of memories with that song, y'know?" He had grown slightly more serious with his tone as he continued to drum his fingers against the steering wheel. It was a much less upbeat song this time, allowing us a breather.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, spinning my head to the side. A single drip of water landed on his shoulder, leaving a dark circle against the fabric of his shirt. He peered out of the corner of his eye as I continued to watch him, and I darted my gaze back over to meet his.

I hated how distracted I got by his presence, even when he didn't do anything to cause it purposely.

He hummed, "Yeah. Reminds me of freedom. Whatever that means anymore."