Harry's POV

If two pieces of the same type of metal touch in space they will permanently bond.

I think Louis and I are the pieces. We bond. We once touched and now we can’t stop being around each other.

He came to our place yesterday. He looked hurt. I don’t know for sure, but his father is bad. And those bruises on his wrists can’t come from nothing.

We’re at our spot at the lake again. He’s kissing me. Properly this time. It’s not just a peck.

I also don’t talk about death during it. I’m learning.

His hands are in my hair, we’re laying on the cold, dirty ground. My hands are on his back, I keep him close.

I like the way his lips feel on mine, so soft and good and he tastes like ice cream.

He kisses me long and deeply. I like it a lot. I think it’s the best thing in the world, kissing him.

“I like you, Harry”, Louis says between kisses.

I nod. “I like you too.”

He smiles. Stops kissing me, brushes the back of his hand along my cheek. I like when he’s all soft and careful with me. It makes me feel safe.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I smile. “More beautiful than galaxies?”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. I like when he laughs. I like that he doesn’t make fun of me for being myself.

“’Course you are.”

I blush. He chuckles, presses a kiss to my lips, laughs again.

I’m the happiest person in the whole universe.