In which Louis is an angry and fed up misunderstood punk who finds himself in the company of a very beautiful and very naked boy with a crown of flowers on his head. Which can alternatively be summarized as the author totally took the whole flower child thing to the extreme and she is so sorry but she is glad that you’re reading her nonsense anyways.

Louis is about to break under pressure. Harry is mysterious and prefers to be alone and no one may change that. Once these two reflect on their past, will they split up or will they fall for each other...again?