"Louis please wake up." I hear a soft tearful voice whisper. 'What the fuck is going on?'

"Louis wake up!!' I hear the voice beg.

"Kay, mmhghf I'm up, who are you?" I mumble groggily, rubbing my eyes.

"It's Harry." That definitely wakes me up.

"Harry??" I call out loudly.

"Shh, please be soft. Yes it's me." He pleads wiping his eyes.

"Wait, are you crying? Why the hell is it so dark? What time is it? WHY ARE WE WHISPERING?" I whisper yell, my voice becoming higher and louder with each question. "And why and how are you talking?" I finally register a major thunderstorm raging outside.

"I hate thunderstorms." Harry mumbles. "And it's really late, like 1:30 am, we don't want to wake up anyone and I'm talking because I'm scared and I need you to distract me." I'm just looking at him with wide eyes. 'He's actually talking.' "Say something, Louis." I finally gain back my speech and smirk.

"Something."

"What?"

"You asked me to say something, so I did."

"Louiiiiiiiiiis! Please I'm scared." Harry pleads.

"Sorry I'm sorry. I'm not in the best of moods when I'm woken up." I raise my hands in surrender.

"I'm so sorry. Go back to sleep." He looks down.

"Hey! Don't be silly, you trusted me enough to talk, I'm not going to sleep. Do you want to talk to take your mind off the storm?" I ask scooting slightly closer.

"Yeah, anything to distract me from this thunderstorm." He burrows himself into his blanket.

"You sure let all your walls down at once." I laugh.

"I know, sorry. I'm a very talkative once you get me to talk."

"Stop apologising love. You're good, calm down."

"Sorry." I give him a look. "Oops."

I laugh. "So tell me, what is it with you and being touched and talking?"

He looks down. "Harry I can't tell you. She'll -"

"Harry is it your mom?" I cut across.

"No!!! Anne is a wonderful woman!"

"Anne?" I raise my eyebrow. 'Who calls their mum by their name.'

"Uh, I mean-"

"It's fine, Harry. You don't need to justify yourself to me." I smile reassuringly and then it clicks. "Are you into dealing and shit?"

"WHAT? NO!! OH HELL!! GOD NO!! NO NO!!"

"Thought so." I laugh. "What is it then, I won't judge."

"I just can't Louis."

"Okay, at least tell me where does your fear of thunderstorms stem from?"

"I'd have to tell you everything. You'd run away faster than light, Louis. I don't want you to run away."

"I promise I won't."

"Please drop it Louis." He pleads tears welling up in his eyes.

"Okay. I'm so sorry. How about we ask each other random questions or something?"

"Sure, sounds okay. You go first?"

"When is your birthday?"

"1st Feb. Yours?"

"24th December."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Red. Yours?"

"Blue, makes me think of freedom."

"Who was your first kiss and when?"

"I've never been kissed."

"Shit just got awkward." I laugh.

"What about you?"

"My first kiss was one of my best mates, Stan, back in grade 7." He nods awkwardly.

"Have you ever been bullied?"

"Yes a lot for my sexuality. You?"

"Not really. I was homeschooled up till high school."

"Are you gay." 'Shit, why did I ask that, again?"

"Y-yeah." He answers in a small voice. "Have you ever self harmed?"

"No. You?" He simply pulls up his sleeves and I gasp. Not only are there scars but fresh cuts too. I look at his arm in shock as a tear falls on it. "Can I?" I reach out to touch his arm but he violently shakes his head.

"I won't hurt you, I promise, please, just let me in." I look at him imploringly. He looks at me fearfully before nodding. I smile and gently reach for his arm, holding it gently so that the cuts face me. My other hand traces the numerous scars. My own eyes begin to well up. "Why do you do this Harry?" He looks away. I gently turn his head to make him face me and he flinches under my touch. "Harry, talk to me love."

He pulls away. "Let's just go to sleep." He says roughly and turns on his side. "Night."

"Good night Harry." I mumble and lie down peacefully, more intrigued now than ever.

I wake up and turn to the other side finding Harry sleeping peacefully, looking so innocent and untroubled. I pick up my phone and check the time. 6:00am. 'What the hell? Why am I awake at ungodly o clock?' I try falling asleep again but it's one impossible task. I look out of the window and see the thunderstorm is still on. I go to the washroom and brush my teeth and wash my face. I go back to find Harry moving around in his sleep. He seems to be kicking around. 'Is he having a nightmare?' I go sit by him and try shaking him awake.

"Harry, wake up! Come on, wake up." He mumbles something and I lean in close to hear what he's saying.

"Please don't hurt me. I'll do as you say. I'm sorry." He winces and only nods or shakes his head after that.

"Wake up Harry!" I raise my voice a bit.

"NO PLEASE!!" He let's out an anguished scream. I shake him hard, he's crying by now, tears are streaming down my face too. He wakes up and shoots up in bed. He immediately scoots away and pulls his knees to his chest rocking back and forth. "D-don't touch m-me. P-please."

"Harry, it's just me. Calm down love I'm not hurting you." I say soothingly.

He looks at me fearfully. "L-L-Louis?"

"Yes love. It's just me." He breaks into a flood of tears mumbling incoherently. "Oh baby. Come here, Hazzy." I hold my arms open.

He crawls over to me and lays his head in my lap. I run my hands through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Do you wanna talk?"

"No just keep doing that. Feels good." He mumbles and I continue running my fingers through his hair. I hear him humming after a while. I recognise it.

"You like The Script?"

"I love The Script." His eyes light up making me smile.

"Have you seen them live?

"No, I can't handle crowds alone and mum and Gemma don't like them."

"They're coming here next week. I've got tickets. Do you wanna go?"

"Really? You'd take me?" He sits up to face me.

"100%." And his smile at my words could light up the world.

"Thank you Lou!" I wink at him and tell him that I've to go home and I'll see him at school tomorrow. His smile drops. "Do you have to go?"

"Yes love. Mum must be worrying." I kiss his hair and wave bye.