Harry's POV-flashback

“Now you”, Louis says and hands me the knife, pointing to the tree.

“What if it’ll hurt?"

Louis smiles and shakes his head before taking the knife back and engraving the ‘H’ into the tree.

“It only burned a little”, he says.

I whisper a little sorry to the tree.

Louis and I sit down beneath it. He stares at me for very long. I wonder why he looks at me like this.

Louis has bruises on his wrists again. He never takes of his sweater. I think he gets hurt badly.

He takes my hand into his. It tingles on the skin like little shooting stars landing on my hand.

Weird feelings. Weird, weird feelings.