Louis' POV

Harry is so damn perfect.

I’ve never been in love with anyone but I really, really like him. It’s the only time I’m genuinely happy.

We’ve  been sitting under the tree for the whole day now. I wonder if he notices the way our pinkies touched sometimes. When his shirt slipped up, I could see his pale skin.

It made me go all dizzy. I couldn’t get dad’s words out of my head while thinking about kissing him.

We don’t talk to much. Harry never was much of a talker but he got even more quiet after last year.

My family probably went on some trip to grab some ice cream or lunch.

I didn’t come with them. Dad’s happy I’m finally hanging out with a few more boys. Doing real man things.

Me and Harry have ice cream for lunch. His lips look really pink and puffy while eating it.

I want to kiss him.

I wonder what he’d think if I just kissed him now, while we’re watching the sun set slowly.

Harry hears his dad call for dinner. He gets up. Lifts his hand once. Drops it again.

“See you”, he says. “Later. Or tomorrow, or sometime.”