You live in a boys home, and one of the boys there you’ve learned to grow close with, his names Harvey, he’s 17 years old.

Harvey sleeps in the dorm next to you, with a couple other guys. The walls are thin, and he knew you had a tendency to have nightmares.

He sneakily gets out of bed and opens your door, you weren’t bunking with anyone else at the moment, so he quietly sat down at the edge of the bed, admiring your handsome features as he ran his hair through your short thick hair, trying to comfort you.