Holy cow, it's cold outside, and to make matters worse, my sign is ripping.
WILL WORK FOR MONEY/FOOD was written poorly in black sharpie on a piece of cardboard I found in my alley beside the dumpster.
I stood outside for about 15 minutes before my fingers went numb. It had to be around -30 degrees Celsius, and I bet no one could even see my sign.
It was snowing like a madman, I could hardly see in front of me. Defeated, I turned to find somewhere to sit the storm out, before I heard someone shouting at someone.
"Hey! Excuse me? Miss? Hello?" Why doesn't the person he's talking to just answer him? "Lady with the sign!" Oh. That's why! I turned around to see a faint shadow of someone running toward me, so I stopped.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Why are you out here? This snow storm is horrible! It's like 30 below out here!" He hollered over the raging storm.
"I haven't a place to stay, or any warm clothes!" I screeched back.
"Well would you like to come back to mine? I can get you food, a shower and warm clothes!" I felt a bare hand wrap around mine, and I Went with that man. He brought me to his car, and opened the door for me. I sat down and let out a sigh of relief. There was no raging snow Storm in here, and it was warm. My fingers were tingling from the sudden change of temperature, and I was shocked out of my thoughts when the man closed his door.
"My name's Louis, Louis Tomlinson!" He said cheerfully. "Who do I owe the pleasure?"
"I'm Leah!" I said, rubbing my hands together.
We drove in silence to what I'm assuming to be his house. After about an hour of driving through a maze of cars, traffic jams, and just plain old traffic lights, we arrived. He walked around the car and opened my door. His jacket was placed on my shoulders, and we ran up to the front door of his house, er... Mansion.
His house was beautiful, high ceilings and tan walls. There was high end furniture scattered around the room atop gorgeous marble floor.
He walked me to the bathroom, having me shampoo and conditioner, a tooth brush, toothpaste, a set of clothes and deoderant. The shower didn't take long to warm up, so I hopped in and let the warm water run down my body. I lathered my hair up with shampoo and took in what was happening. I was showering for the first time in 8 months, in a nice house, and I could smell the delicious aroma of some sort of food floating through the house.
I looked down and saw that the once clear water was rynning a murky brown, and that months of dirt and sweat was sitcking to the side of the shower. I finished washing m yhair and doing everything else before I took to cleaning the filth off the shower.
When I was done, I stepped out and dried my body and hair with the towel Louis had given me, and set off to use the other objects he had oh so kindly lent me.
For a week Louis cared for me, providing clothes (I didn't even care they were mens clothing) and making me good.
For a week, my feelings for him grew.
I told him everything. How I ended up on the streets and my favorite color.
We were sat at the dining room table when I asked him a question that made him blush.
"Louis, how do you feel about me?" I asked.
"I enjoy your company and I'm glad I found you on the streets. And I kinda sorta maybe like you. A lot." He said, his blush deepening toward the end, "What about you?"
"I like you a lot too, Louis. Do you maybe.. possibly... if you want to... you know.. maybe... go out with me? Be my boyfriend?" I mumbled.
"I would love to, Leah. But no." He said sternly. I thought he was serious, up until a grin burst out across his face. "I'm joking Leah! I would love to be your boyfriend."
There you go, Leah! How was it? I know it's not the longest one, or the best one I've written but I hope you're happy with it!!
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