Louis'POV

Harry cries for a long time. I cry a bit, too. I liked his mum. I like Harry. I hate seeing him in pain.

It feels good to hold him in my arms, it really does. I’ve  wanted to do this for so long. “Why a cloud?”, I ask, carefully.

“It’s stupid.”

“H”, I say, “Come on, it’s not.”

“Stars become a part of clouds made of dust and gas when they die. The clouds in the middle of the milky way taste like raspberries. Really. It has something to do with chemistry. Mum always smelled like raspberries."

“You smell like raspberries too.”

He blushes. “Sometimes bath in her shampoo.”

I press him closer to my chest.

“It’s not stupid, Harry. I think it’s a good theory. Better than the heaven one, anyways.”

He looks up at me with hopeful eyes. “Really?”

I nod. Wipe his tears from his cheeks with my thumb. He’s so beautiful.

I kiss his forehead once. Twice. He smiles a bit through red eyes.

“Thanks”, he mumbles, “You’re my Saturn ring.”

And even though, like often when Harry talks, I have no idea what he means by that, it’s the most beautiful thing someone ever told me.