Jack's POV:
'Excuse me?' I heard a little voice ask me. I looked down to see a blonde haired little boy, no older than 6 or 7, looking up at me.
'Yes?' I asked him in reply, bending over slightly so that I could hear him more easily.
'Can I please ask you a question?' He asked with a small smile, and so I nodded before helping him up onto the other chair that was at the table I was sat on.
'Is it naughty for a boy and a boy to fall in love instead of a boy and a girl?' He asked quietly, not wanting anyone around us to hear.
'It's not naughty at all little fella. You can be in love with anyone as long as you're true to it.' I told him, giving him a smile. His face lit up and he smiled widely up at me.
'Why are you asking about that little guy?' I asked him, wondering why he was bothered at such a young age.
'I'm in love with my best friend Harry... He's really nice to me and he told me that he loved me too and then he gave me a hug.' He told me, still smiling up at me, as if nothing could upset him now.
'Thats great to hear! Make sure he keeps on being nice to you forever though, yeah?'
'He will.. I know he will! He's not ever been mean to me and he's 8 so he's big and strong and can protect me.' He said, looking like he was daydreaming about this other boy.
'And how old are you?' I asked him.
'I'm 7.. I turned 7 two weeks ago and Harry and my mummy threw me a surprise party and all of Harry's friends were there and my sisters friends came too, and even one of mummy's friends came and it was really fun.' He said happily, sitting up straighter in the chair.
'What about your friends?' I asked, confused seeing as he'd mentioned everyone else but him.
'I don't have any friends.. That's how I came friends with Harry, because I was all on my own and he came over and he was nice to me. And now all of his friends know me as well and they're nice to me as well. I've known them since I was 4 and they have never ever been mean to me and now me and Harry love each other.' He told me, not seeming sad at all, just keeping a huge, happy smile on his face the whole time.
'Well it's a good job you've got Harry then! Now I think it's probably time for you to go home, isn't it?' I asked him, to which he shook his head.
'Nope! I'm going to Harry's house because I was sad because daddy left forever so he told me that I could go round to his house for a sleepover and we are going to have pizza!' He said cheerily, wriggling down off his chair.
'Thank you! By the way... What's your name?' He asked, standing up and sticking out his hand for me to shake.
'My name's Jack. It was nice meeting you, have fun at your sleepover.' I replied to him, smiling as one of his tiny hands wrapped around my finger as an attempt at a handshake.
'My name's Dougie. See you soon Jack.' He said before running off. I watched out the window as he ran off down the street and hugged a boy who looked a couple of years older than him. They then linked hands and walked down the street, Dougie resting his head on the older boys arm as they walked. I then turned away and went back to reading my book, hoping that I'd get to meet that excitable little boy again one day.