Harry's POV

Our moon is moving away from Earth at a rate of 1.6 inch per year.

I hope when I see Louis again, we will still be as close as we were just a few minutes ago.

I walked to our tent. Dad was sitting at the table. He saw them leaving.

I sat down in his lap and curled into a little ball before I started crying.

I cried so long until there was no water left.

There are at least 2000 thunderstorms happening on earth at any given moment.

I think one of them is happening in my heart.

It hurts a lot.

Dad holds me tight, whispers we’ll be fine. I like him telling me that. I believe it almost as much as if Louis said it.

We stay on that chair until it’s dark. We talk about Louis. About me liking boys. About him loving me anyways.

We talk about mum. About raspberry clouds. About me having wanted to be a part of them. About me wanting to stay on earth with Dad and Louis now.

He suggests I get someone professional to talk to. Says he should, too. He apologizes for being a bad dad over the last year. I apologize for being a bad son. He says I wasn’t.

Dad makes me feel safe. He says he’s sure I’ll see Louis again.

We stay until it’s dark. Then we count the stars.

We get to 201 before my eyes keep closing and Dad leads me to his tent.

I fall asleep curled up into his arms, knowing that I’ve never counted more stars.

It has to be a sign.