Harry's mom ran. She ran every single time her relationships failed. What else could she do? She could get over it. Harry wished she would. He hates having to pack up, leave friends (if he even had time to make any), and go to a new place. When Harry and his mother finally move into a new house and his mother gives him the "this could be the one" speech, yet again, Harry doesn't think it's even worth while to unpack. He just thinks it will be a matter of time before his mom wants to pack up and leave again. He decides to not make friends this time, to not care about anything this time, to just wait. Soon his mother will want to leave, so what's the point? Perhaps when Harry meets Louis, the twenty-six year old man that lives across the street and just so happens to be Harry's type; gay, he'll find a way to make his mom want to stay longer. He just doesn't know how...