Louis' POV

Harry, Harry, Harry. He's all I think about right now.

I don't think about my dad or my mum, about school or the bruises on my wrists and arms. I think about my Harry.

Time passes so fast with him. He says he came back from Venus. I have no fucking clue what he's talking about. It doesn't matter.

Harry's dad has found someone to hang out and go on hikes with so we have all the time together because I don't care about dad anymore.

"You don't want to go swimming, right?", he asks.

I didn't know he knew about it. Then again, it's probably not so hard to see. I like that he doesn't ask questions.

I shrug. Shrug again. "I'm not sure."

It's not that it mattered anymore. I just don't want him to he disgusted by the fading bruises everywhere.

He nods, turns around and lays his head down on my chest carefully. It's really hot today, even in the shadow of the three we've been laying in for the whole morning now.

"Just don't freak out."

He shakes his head. I take of my shirt. He stares for a bit.

"You're pretty."

I smile. Kiss him again. He's perfect.

He doesn't talk about the bruises. I appreciate it so, so much.

We go swimming in underwear before drying in the sun.

He starts tracing my bruises with his finger. I try not to freeze under his touch.

"Okay?"

I nod.

"He shouldn't hurt you like this."

"I'll be gone soon, anyways."

"He didn't deserve you. I hate him."

"Me too. So much."

I love you.