Grande Manor, the old, creepy building on top of the hill right outside of Cheshire. Nobody goes near it at night, kids stare from the gate during the day, too afraid to go any closer. It's rumored to be haunted, stories of kids who've snuck into the house for sleepovers to prove to their friends how brave and unafraid they are, only to return home the same night speechless... Harry used to be one of those kids. He used to gaze from the back seat of the family car as they drove by, intrigued by the large wooden door up front and the windows that all seem to be covered in dark curtains. He's always wondered what the inside looked like, and there's always been this strange attraction between him and the house. Now that his parents are divorced and his mother is looking for a place to move in, this might be his chance to figure it out, and maybe while he's at it he can figure out the blue eyed boy who likes to swing on the tree.

Lost. That's all Harry Styles was to anyone anymore. Kidnapped at sixteen. Kidnapped from his future, from his family, from his boyfriend. It's been two years. Louis should move on, right? Two long years have gone by, and everyone has given up hope of ever finding Harry, so why should Louis dwindle on what could have been? Because he loves Harry. There's nothing more to it. Harry isn't dead, he's somewhere, lost. Louis can't just forget about him after two years. He can't forget the boy who captured his heart. He can't forget the boy who, even after two years, still has his heart. He can't forget.

Harry smiled at me, “You know, I’m very indecisive and I always have a very hard time picking my favorite anythings, but I think that you have the potential to be my favorite friend.”