Louis' POV

I don’t like car drives. They’re always so awkwardly silent. Or they’re unbearable loud.

In space it’s completely silent. He once told me that.

I text Zayn for a bit. It makes the silence a bit less silent. I also tug in my headphones and turn on loud, loud music.

I always despised going on holidays with my family. Except for when he was there.

Sometimes he only was there for a few days, sometimes for the whole two weeks we stayed. It was always him, his mum and his dad, earlier on his sister too. Then she got old and boring, said Harry.

They were a perfect family. I liked hanging with them, imagining I was a part of it. If felt oh, so nice.

Last year, Harry wasn’t there.

He would’ve just turned fifteen the winter before and I couldn’t stop imagining how beautiful he’d look.

I’m really hoping he’ll be back this year. I wonder if he’s still that perfectly beautiful, if his eyes still shine as if they were the sun.

Harry always loved the sun. He knew everything about the sun. About space too.

He was weird. I liked it.