The boy of the CDs (English Translation) AU

9

—Come, follow me. They went to the table. Once the minor took a seat Louis told him to wait a few moments. He went to the fridge and came back with a fairly large container. Opening it left a generous amount of brownies inside.

—These are the best brownies in town according to Niall,—he quipped sarcastically. —It's not all that. But they are really delicious. I would love for you to try them out. Look, he said, handing him one of the portions on a small plate,— this one has your name on it. It's the only one that I decorated myself.

Harry looked at his brownie. It said his name in pretty pretty letters. He couldn't help but smile. The other portions only had happy birthday messages or other inscriptions. Feeling special made him feel alive. Feeling special thanks to someone, thanks to Louis.

-And what would a birthday be without this ?! —he said cheerfully, taking two small candles in the shapes of numbers one and nine from a small bag. He placed them on top of his brownie slice, making sure they didn't fall out. He took a lighter, lighting both candles. He stared at them for a long time.

—You know? It feels kind of weird to blow out the candles without someone singing that stupid happy birthday song before. —He laughed a little. Harry felt somewhat guilty about that. He fiddled with his fingers nervously. He bit his lip. And he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Maybe if he did what was going through his mind at that moment it would make Louis happy. Although there was a high probability that it would ruin everything. But like every time Louis was involved, Harry ignored his mind and only let himself be carried away by what he was feeling at the time.

—Happy birthday to you ...—he began to murmur slowly with a slight tone of melody. He was staring at an undefined point on the table. Louis's gaze was fixed on him. He finished the song and didn't dare look at Louis. For the first time in his life he sang a song, no matter how short or stupid it was.

—I can't believe you did that for me,— Harry looked up, meeting an expression of excitement all over Louis's face. —The best gifts are not always material objects. Thank you very much, Harry. Truly. —

—You must make a wish,—he said with a shy smile, pointing to the candles still lit. The older boy looked at the pair of candles for a few seconds, then looked at Harry and without taking his eyes off him, he approached and blew until the tiny flames were extinguished, leaving behind a small halo of smoke fading into the air. Harry was really curious to know what kind of wish he had made, but he knew the myth "If you say it, it will not come true"

He took the small spoon, snatching a piece of the brownie. He tried it and it was simply the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

—Niall is right,—he said as he finished his portion.

—What? —

—The best in town. —

Harry arrived at his house that afternoon. With the typical plastic bag with the CD inside like every Saturday. With hair quite tousled due to the wind on the streets.

—Hello mom —he greeted her mother sweetly

—Hello sweetheart, I'm glad you arrived early. I'm making tea. Do you want?—

—Okay,— he replied, wiping his feet on the entrance mat and taking off his coat. Her mother frowned.

—Harry,— he looked at her, —where's your beanie?— The boy gulped somewhat nervously.

—Louis,— he said, looking away.

—Louis took it from you?— She asked puzzled. Harry quickly shook his head and hurried to speak.