I lay back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts eliminating any fulfillments of sleep. I didn't know how long I'd been laying there, but sleep simply wouldn't come.

Caleb Shaw - I never met him; never knew him - but the look in Harry's eyes when he told me about him told me enough. How had I never heard about this before? Harry told me this had happened the year before I moved to Seattle, but how did I not know? My best friends had acted so maliciously; had led somebody to kill themselves. That was sick, and I couldn't get my head around that.

My best friends, whom I knew and loved - weren't my best friends at all.

If this was bothering me so much - how must Harry have felt? I knew it must've broken him - not that he'd ever admit that. His best friend, was taken from him by mine. They drove his best friend into a place where he felt suicide was his only way out - that was awful just to think of, let alone live through.

How was I supposed to go into school tomorrow and call them my friends? What - I'm supposed to act as naiive as before - the one damn person who didn't know about what happened.

What irritated me was the fact that it all seemed to have blown over. I arrived the year after it happened, yet I hadn't heard a word of it - Caleb was gone; forgotten - and that was awful to think.

I sighed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand and checking the time - 2:14.

"Fucking hell," I groaned, sitting up in bed. Why was this keeping me up? Why was it bothering me so much? What nerve did I have to stay up mourning somebody who I didn't know - I practically supported them by being their friends for years after.

I stood up, walking over to my dresser. I ran my fingers carefully over the paperback, tapping my nails across it. Harry had persuaded Hugo to let me 'borrow it' from the store, and it didn't take much begging for him to let in. I sat down at my chair, flicking through the pages, desperate to get lost in a world that wasn't this one.

I had a harsh reality to face when I woke up; I couldn't be friends with my group anymore - I wasn't at all okay with what they did, and frankly, the fact they can move on and forget it so easily was sickening in itself.

A sharp thud against my window caused me to spin around quickly in my chair, catching me entirely by surprise. I narrowed my eyes, unsure of what to determine the noise as, and as I prepared to write it off as something picked up by the wind, another thud sounded against the window. I frowned, bending the corner of the page I was on, and closing the book slowly. I stood up from my chair, silently edging my way towards the window. Suddenly, a rock the size of my fist came crashing to the floor of my room, creating a huge hole in the middle of my window with fractures of glass acting as a frame.

I rushed over to the window now, looking down over the ledge - there stood a tall figure gazing back up at me, a look of guilt on his face, framed by his reckless brown curls - his green eyes still pierced into mine despite the distance.

"Harry, what the hell?!" I whisper-shouted, careful not to wake my parents who had arrived home only hours ago - though it was likely the crash through my window woke them up already.

"Fuck!" he whisper-shouted in return, "I didn't realise how heavy that rock was until I threw it!"

"You broke my freaking window!"

"I'm sorry - can I come in, though?"

"You want me to invite you inside after you broke my window?" I joked.

He didn't respond as he made for the drainpipe running up the side of my house, wriggling his way up it. I couldn't help but giggle to myself as he struggled to grip the edges, finally stumbling through the window I slid open for him, tumbling to the floor with a crash.

"Shit!" he cursed a far too loud, and I was thankful for the distance between my parents' and I's bedrooms.

"Shh," I hissed, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up, "are you trying to get me killed?"

"Maybe," he smirked, wiping the dirt from his hands onto his jeans, "did I wake you?"

"No," I said honestly, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"So what were you doing?"

"Thinking," I murmured, laying back down onto the mattress and sighing in relief.

"Why are you doing it like that?"

"Huh?"

"There's a sky full of stars out there that you told me you were so desperate to lie underneath, yet you're laying here?" he prodded, "get up."

"Mm, no, I'm sleeping," I teased, burying my face in my pillow.

"Ana Grace, c'mere," I could almost hear his grin as he spoke, though I didn't respond.

"Ana," he cooed, dragging out the 'A' as I stayed quiet, my face pressed into the pillow, my stomach flat against the bed.

Harry took a couple of steps towards me, pressing his hand to my back momentarily, before letting his fingertips curl around the hem of my oversized sweater, hands sliding underneath and his palms now pressing directly into the skin of my back - his touch immediately burning through me, goosebumps arising on my skin in the way they always seemed to when he touched me. His arm snaked around my waist, his other hand gripping my hip as he pulled me up from my bed with ease, dragging me over to the window before he paused.

"Grab a jacket, Ana, it's freezing at this time of night," he said quietly, withdrawing his hand from my arm as I reached for my jacket, hoping to stifle the cool air that now hit my skin where his hand had been.

I stuffed my feet into my Uggs, following Harry as he slid smoothly out of the window, onto the pipe before reaching the floor.

I copied, a little quicker than Harry, since I had to do this so often whenever I wanted to go out with my friends - I knew my parents would murder me if they found out I was sneaking out; but I'd never been caught before, and I was hardly going out - I was sneaking into my own backyard.

Harry pushed his hair back further with his bandana, walking around the side of my house to reach the vast stretch of grass.

"How do you know where my yard is?" I inquired as he lead the way.

"I stalked the perimeter," he glanced back at me, sending me a wink. I was certain my cheeks had flushed rose, and I was immediately grateful for the time of night and my surroundings of such darkness, "Don't fall and die," Harry whispered, and I kept my sarcastic comment to myself as I followed him into the yard.

He walked to the very center of the land, flopping down onto the floor, his back pressed to the ground and his hands on his stomach. I copied his actions, laying down beside him so that only our elbows were touching.

"See," he murmured, "I told you there were stars around here." His eyes never left the sight in front of us - a dark late night sky, dimly-lit with individual, milky-white beams, glowing brightly over us.

I nodded, "you're right. I can see why I wanted to do this, now."

It stayed silent for a moment or two, before Harry spoke up, "What's on your mind, then?"

I exhaled, "Everything? I don't know."

"You don't know what's on your mind?" Harry repeated teasingly, flipping over so that his head rested on his hand, laying on his side now, while I didn't budge, my eyes far too captivated by the sight above me, "Don't think about them right now," he murmured, watching me closely.

"You must think I'm so conceited," I breathed, and I almost chuckled, "I mean - I didn't even know the guy and I'm acting like I lost someone close to me."

"You're not conceited, just upset," he responded, "you just found out your best friends are assholes - anyone would be upset."

"I don't even know if I'm upset about that," I sighed, "It's just kind of all hitting me over the past couple of days. I just wish I'd known - I never would've been their friends and gotten involved with them over the past couple of years."

"But you're not like them," his voice came softly, "not at all."

I stayed silent for a moment, playing with my fingers as my eyes continued their evaluation of each individual beam above my head.

"What was he like?" I asked suddenly, "Caleb."

I glanced at Harry who still laid on his side, his face inches from mine as he continued to watch me intently.

"He was.. fuck, Ana, I don't know. He was my best mate," he spoke quietly, his voice barely a whisper, "He was always so brave, y'know - I think that was something I envied about him."

"Mm," was all I said, acknowledging what he had told me as I prompted him to continue, now flipping onto my side so that I could look at him as he spoke.

"He always knew the right thing to say - always. He had so much integrity; humility, too. Shit," he laughed breathily, his eyes boring into mine, "if he could hear me kissing his ass right now, he'd never let me hear the end of it."

I let out a quiet laugh, pulling the sleeves of my sweater over my hands, a strand from my bun falling down to obstruct my face, Harry's hand darting out to gently move it before I could.

"You never would've known how he really felt," Harry's voice remained soft, "never would've known that he was going to-" he cut himself off, exhaling deeply.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that; go through it alone."

"I was okay, I'm okay. I can handle it," he reassured me, and I blew out a breath.

"I know, H, I know," I sighed, looking up at the boy I met less than a week ago, studying his appearance. Call my timing horrific, but god, Harry wasn't bad-looking. His skin tanned, clear, and bright, despite our dimly-lit circumstances - his eyes a bright green, his lips a soft pink.

He was adamant to play off any emotion he had towards things that should've - and most likely did - bother him. But who was I to push him, or judge him on that? It wasn't my place, and I didn't want to risk losing whatever it was I'd built with Harry over the past few days.

A small smile tugged at his lips now, "Get up to bed, yeah?" he spoke quietly, still, the proximity making any higher volume irrational.

"I should, yeah," I sighed, not wanting morning to come. I sat up before getting to my feet, Harry too sitting up, but not standing, "now all we need is the rain, right?" I joked, holding out my hand to signal for Harry to get up.

And of all chances; as if by fate, a spray of cold hit my back, soaking me almost immediately, before covering Harry as well. I shrieked, the ice cold catching me by surprise.

"Who has fucking timed sprinklers?" Harry began roaring with laughter as the two of us were now drenched, and he reached up to tug me back to the floor.