Louis' POV

We arrive at one p.m.

The first thing I do is look around to see if he’s there.

He’s not.

I kick the stem of the tree we climbed on. I kick it hard.

“Fuck this”, I say, loudly.

Fuck everything. I want Harry back.

I sit down on the cool ground. I want to fucking see him again.

I wait there for a bit. Dad and mum think I’m playing football with the other boys.

I’m not much like the other boys.

I need Harry back.

I wait on the ground if the forest for hours. I see every car driving into the campsite from here.

Theirs was a small, dark green one. I’m surprised when he climbs out of a black one.

I don’t even recognize him at first.

He has curls. Curly, fluffy, beautiful hair.

He looks more beautiful than ever.

Only that the stars in his eyes are gone.