Louis' POV

I text Matilda. Tell her that I got into uni and that we can meet soon. That I’m so happy to be able to hold and kiss her then.

Dad looks over my shoulder while I write the message.

I concentrate on not letting him see my smile.

Harry doesn’t text back. I told him he isn’t supposed to, but it still makes me worry a bit.

I don’t dare to call him. I’m so scared dad will hear.

I keep on imagining his smile when he reads the messages. I’m sure he smiles and his eyes sparkle.

Then it’s the start of September. Me and Zayn got in. We move into a small, cheap apartment in the suburbs of London.

It the happiest I’ve felt in ages.

I call Harry, my Harry.

“Hi?”, Harry says.

“H?”, I ask.

“When can we meet?”, is the first thing he asks. I grin happily.

“Today? I’m gonna visit you, if you want.”

“Yes. Yes please, Louis, I missed you. I’ll send you my address.”

We hang up shortly afterwards.

I hurry to the door, nearly forgetting to slip on shoes.