"Louis, we're gonna stop reading The Summer I Turned Pretty---"

"Why?!" Louis yells, cutting me off and looks at me horrifically. I smirk. "I knew you'd like that book." I mutter, pulling into the neighbourhood the treehouse is in. "I just want to know if Belly and Conrad will date and Conrad will stop being such a dick." I give him a look but continue with what I was saying before."We're switching to The Fault In Our Stars by John Green." I park the car a few houses away and we get out. I bring the book that I had in the console. Louis takes the book from my hands and reads the back.

"This sounds depressing." He glares at the book, scanning over the front of it. "Well I think it sounds interesting." Actually, I think Niall is interesting. I'm hoping that reading this book will give me some kind of input about Niall, like what kind of person he is based off of the books he reads. This sounds like a romance, obviously. But some how, I don't think it is. I think it sounds more like its about this beautiful thing being put into the perspective of two teenagers who are in love with metaphors and stars. I read the first two chapters already, so Louis will have to be caught up but I have no problem hearing it again. It will be like a review for the next few chapters.

"Chapter 3." I read aloud. "I stayed up pretty late that night reading The Price of Dawn. Spoiler Alert: The Price of Dawn is blood. It wasn't an Imperial Affliction, but the protagonist stops Sergeant Max Mayhem was vaguely likeable despite killing, by my count, no fewer than one hundred eighteen individuals in two hundred eighty four pages." Louis seemed just as interested in this book as I was--and Niall. This book is actually better than I thought it was, and it made me laugh. Which means it has to be good even if I didn't want to like it.

"What do you think so far?" Louis asks my opinion first. I rest the book on my chest and grin up to the ceiling. "It's Pretentious." Louis' silent. "Ohhh." He says to himself. Usually when I use a big word like that, and he does THAT, it means he thought about it and figured out what it meant. "What do you think?" I tip my head so I can see him. "Ummm," Louis looks up in thought for a word. "Stupefying." He looks at me, impressed with himself. I nod in agreement. "Should we read the next chapter?"

"No, I think we should get back home. It's almost sunset." Louis points out the window. I blow air from my lips in dissent, sitting up to take Louis home. Just two weeks and three days until I can see Niall again. Then I can tell him that I've read the book and we can, optimistically, make a interconnection. That should be the start of something, right? I mean its not something stupid like having the same favourite colour or favourite movie, its a book. A book. A book that he can relate to. A book that, somehow, we can all relate to. Even me.