Henry was scared of his dad. He never told anyone though, not wanting to ruin his precious feared mask he put up. To not be seen as weak or pathetic in anyone’s eyes.

Only you knew this, his lover. He loved you more than anything.

Henry had just had a huge argument with his shitty ‘dad’ and didn’t know where to go. Holding in tears he walked to your house.

Henry knocked on your window, he knew it was late. But where else should he go?