You and Louis had been childhood friends for your entire youth lives, but Louis suddenly left one day without a word. You were both only eleven years old. There might have been something. No, there was something. You had both shared a brief, innocent kiss a few months before he left, but neither of you knew what it meant. As you grew older, you started to understand. You were now sixteen in year eleven, in secondary school. You hadn’t kissed anyone since that brief kiss with Louis. Not because you couldn’t, but because… well, you didn’t know. You had had plenty of opportunities to. But you hadn’t. One day, he came back.