Louis' POV-flashback

"Hi”, I say, sitting down on the swing next to Harry.

“Hi, you’re back.”

I nod. I’ve known him for a year now already. I told Zayn all about him.

That he’s a bit weird and still a baby but that I like him anyway because he says his ankle looks like a galaxy.

“Yep.”

“Cool.”

I nod. “Yep.”

“Why do you say that?”, he asks.

“It’s cool.”

“Ah”, Harry says.

I laugh.  He laughs too. His eyes are very green.

“I like stars”, he says, “I used to like firefighters. I don’t anymore. Now I like astronauts.”

“Astronauts are cool. I like rockets.”

“Yep.”

I laugh. He giggles. He’s funny.

“You’re funny, Harry.”

“Thanks. I’m already six now.”

“That’s not very old”, I say, “I’m basically nearly nine already.”

“Cool. Most older boys don’t play with me. They think I’m a baby.”

“I think you’re nice.”

“Thanks.”

“Wanna swing so high that we kick the stars?”, Harry asks.

I nod. “I like kicking things.”

“Why? It destroys stuff. It’s not nice to destroy things.”

“Sometimes I have to kick things. It makes stuff better.”

“Ah.”