Harry's POV

I kissed Louis.

Well basically, he kissed me. Maybe we kissed each other. I’m not sure.

I kind of wanted him to kiss me.

All the time since dad pretty much said it’d be okay.

I liked kissing him lots. It felt better than everything else. Even better than watching scenes of boys, kissing each other, touching each other.

It was better than everything.

Now we’re just staring at each other as if we were searching for star constellations in the others eyes.

Louis’ eyes are endless, like space.