Harry's POV-flashback

The next year, our parents forbid us to go swimming in our clothes so we don’t get sick anymore.

I suggest we go swimming in trunks but Louis doesn’t want that.

I’m not so sure why.

He’s not as angry anymore as he was when he’s ten. Sometimes he’s also sad. It depends on the day.

I often tell him cool things about astronauts, like how expensive their suits are.
He always says ‘cool’.

Maybe saying cool is cool now. He stopped rolling his eyes and he doesn’t say ‘Yep’ as much anymore.

Louis is my best friend. He doesn’t know that because he’s older and cooler and I’m most certain he has thousand cool, old best friends at home.

But it doesn’t matter. I have him. He’s always around.

I wonder if he doesn’t like his family because he really never spends time with them.

I like that he spends time with us instead. Mum and Dad don’t mind either. Maybe they like Louis more than his parents do.

We don’t go swimming that summer. We sit on the lake and throw rocks and stones and sticks into the water and I pretend it’s shooting stars entering the atmosphere.

Louis pretends the water is people he hates.

I don’t hate anyone. I don’t know where his anger comes from.