Louis' POV

I have to leave Harry after some time because I know it'll be time for dinner soon and I don't want dad to search me at the football field.

I accompany him to his place. I don't want anything to happen to him anymore.

His father's already sitting at the table, reading a book. I say hi to him. He greets back. I've always liked him.

I felt so guilty for liking him more than my own dad so often.

I don't anymore, Dad doesn't deserve to be liked by anyone.

I get a bit angry on my way back home again.

I'm so angry at this world, how could they take his mother from him? How could they make my Harry sad?

I kick the ground with my shoe. I want them all to leave so it's only me and my Harry, my astronaut and no one else, ever again.

I hate them all.

Anger is not a good mood to face dad in.

Not at all.

"I didn't see you at the field", he says.

I roll my eyes.

He gets angry. I can see it.

"Me and my mate got ice cream for everyone."

He's angry. "Don't you roll your eyes at me again."

I nod. I'm angry too. Fuck him.

"What are you gonna do anyways?"

I'm brave today, I'm an astronaut. I've always wanted to be more like Harry.

He grabs me by the wrists. He can't do much. We're outside, everyone would see.

There will be bruises later. He grabs hard. "Don't you dare talk to me like that", he growls, "You're not getting any dinner today, your mother is not going to cook for you. This will have consequences once we get home, buddy."

I escape from his strong hands.

"I don't care anymore dad. You aren't scaring me anymore."

And then I walk away. I suddenly do not feel as brave anymore. My wrists hurt bad. I try not to cry.

I see Harry and his dad sitting on two chairs around a campfire.

Harry's dad spots me, signals me to come over. I think he knows.

I sit down with them. The urge to cry is gone when I see Harry.

I've always liked them more than my family.