homeless [l.s.]

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"daddy, i'm bored."

"i know, so am i."

"i miss mr. harry."

"so do i." louis sighed.

"god," niall stated from the other side of the room, "you're a couple of saps, aren't you?"

louis didn't answer, instead he tapped his foot on the floor, hunched over on the couch with his elbow on his knee, his head in his palm.

he imagined what harry would be doing right now. probably cracking jokes the five-year-olds wouldn't understand and laughing hysterically at them.

"hey, guys!"

"good morning, mr. styles." the class chorused, grins erupting on their faces.

he waved a hand, "you all know i hate being called mr. styles."

"as it's monday," he said, clapping his hands together and sitting on one of the tiny classroom chairs, facing the children sitting on the carpet, "and we all hate mondays, right?"

he laughed at himself while the class stared awkwardly, not understanding harry's weird sense of humor.

"ah, dear, anyway," he stuck a piece of paper on the whiteboard with some magnets, "as it's monday, i thought we'd just have a fun day, so i thought we could do some finger painting."

the class "oo-ed" as harry got out the equipment he needed, pushing his hair out of his face.

"has anyone done finger painting before?" a couple students raised their tiny, chubby hands.

"alright, good to know. good to know. for those who don't know-"

harry demonstrated finger painting, painting his fingers and dabbing it on the paper, creating a weird painting, and making it very clear that you do not eat the paint.

"pretty fun, right?" harry smiled, wiping his fingers on a paper towel, "i've put some paintbrushes on each table, and i'll hand out some paper in a second."

the kids scrambled to their seats, plopping down and snatching paintbrushes from the little cup that was placed in the middle of the table.

"why do you always sit like that?"

louis was snapped out of his trance, "like what?"

"all.. i dunno- sentimentally?"

louis furrowed his eyebrows, "says the guy who has their legs up on their friends' table with a box of cheez-it's."

niall ignored him, "a psychologist could figure out anything about you just about the way you sit."

he blinked at the blonde boy, "do you always do a line before you come here?"

"in fact, i do a line of kool-aid, thank you." niall responded smugly, chomping down on his cheez-it's.

zayn then bobbed out of the bathroom, feeling pretty happy with himself, "daddy, i peed!"

"did you wash your hands?"

"..i forgot." zayn sighed, spinning around and trundling back into the bathroom.

"oh my gosh!" harry helped out excitedly, "that's the coolest thing i've ever seen!" he pointed at one of his students artwork as the child grinned sheepishly.

he gasped dramatically, "abby! that's so pretty!"

the girl smiled, motioning to the brunette boy sitting next to her, zoning out, "me and andy made it together."

"well, guys, it looks very cool. good job!"

harry stood up, walking over to the front of the class and taking a seat, the students milling around with paint smeared all over their uniforms and water stains on their shoes. it was quite a lovely sight. the most chaotic can be the most delightful things.

"hands washed?"

"yes!"

"let me smell."

"but dad–"

"no buts, come here."

"what the hell?" niall hollered from across the room, "i didn't fucking press that!"

"language!" louis shrieked, his hands flying to zayn's ears.

"sorry." niall sighed, returning to his game on his phone.

"okay, let's get you dressed, huh?"

"can you change first?"

"why?" he was only wearing what he had on the day before. nothing shocking.

"well, you wore those yesterday..."

louis blinked, "you're not.. getting used to this, are you?"

zayn blinked back at him, "no.."

"you are!"

"no!"

that's when he realised.

"we need to go–"

"huh?"

"niall," louis said, standing up and frantically walking around, "me and zayn need to go."

"where?"

"anywhere. not here."

"why–?"

"j–just because! we need to go."

louis was panicking again.

i shouldn't have kissed him. why did i kiss him? we're not living here forever, right? oh, my god–

"zayn, get changed. quick. hurry up. chop chop."

"louis, wait–" niall stood from his chair, making his way over to where louis was.

"i can't wait, niall."

"can you atleast tell me where–"

"i'm sorry." louis whispered, grabbing zayn's hand while the other was still pulling down his shirt, and sprinting out the door, leaving all his belongings behind.

A/N

OoooooOOOOO WHATS GONNA HAPPEN???