It's quiet in the street, the streetlights glowing in the darkness. This was expected, at one in the morning, no cars zooming down the road at high speeds. Everyone's asleep. Well they're supposed to be. Two teenage boys aren't though, friends since the elder one, Louis, helped his Mum babysit the younger one, Harry. Harry was shy and awkward whereas Louis was fun, and outgoing. He tried endlessly to get Harry to come out of his shell, and he did, really, but Harry would rather sit alone with Louis than with 30 different people who aren't Louis. Harry loves Louis, and not in the brotherly way. He has since he was 16. He's 17 now, and Louis is 19. Harry is sleeping, or trying to, while Louis is not, and that's how Harry is in his current predicament.