You Found Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

I watched Louis walk away in disbelief. Was this some kind of sick joke? I readjusted my beanie and began playing the next song from my songbook. Did I mention that I write my own songs?

This is the fourth city I've been to this month; I tend to only stay in places for a week or so. I'll find a comfy looking park bench and stay there for the week. I keep a notebook and pen inside my tattered satchel bag for when I need to write a new song. I have two full ones and one that is almost full. I'll probably use some of the money I earn form playing to buy a new notebook soon. My guitar and satchel were the only things I took when I was kicked out of the house. Some people cut, I sing.

"I feel like I'm drowning in Ice water, My lips have turned a shade of blue

I'm frozen with this fear that you may disappear, Before I've given you the truth

I bleed my heart out on this paper for you, So you can see what I can't say

I'm dying here, Cause I can't say what I want to

I bleed my heart out just for you

I've always dreamed about this moment, But now it's here and I've turned to stone

I stand here petrified, As I look in your eyes

My head is ready to explode

I bleed my heart out on this paper for you, So you can see what I can't say

I'm dying here, Cause I can't say what I want to

I bleed my heart out just for you

And it's all here in black and white, Yeah

For all the times those words were never said

I bleed my heart out on this paper for you, So you can see what I can't say

I'm dying here, Cause I can't say what I want to

I bleed my heart out just for you

I bleed my heart out just for you."

I wrote this song a few days before my girlfriend dumped me, it was ironic because I was going to play it to her the night she dumped me. I hate that it reminds me of her, but my voice sounds good in it so I like playing it. A little girl ran up to me and I watched as she grinned and dropped twenty pounds into my guitar case. I looked up at her with a shy smile on my face.

"Thank you." She giggled and ran back to her mother who was smiling at me.

She had that pity look in her eyes. I know that look well. I hate it.

It was starting to get dark so I collected the money and slid it into my satchel's front pocket. I put away my guitar and slid it under the bench. I put my bag beside the guitar case and lay down on the bench with my hands behind my head. I stared up at the stars and watched as the sky slowly darkened. My stomach rumbled, but I was used to being hungry. I only ate every other day. Eating was expensive.

I had tried to get a job, but no one wants to hire a homeless person. Especially not one who's a teenager. I'm only eighteen. My parents kicked me out two years ago.

Why did I get kicked out? I got kicked out for a couple reasons actually. Number one, I was always getting into trouble at school and home. Number two, my parents divorced and that caused a lot of unnecessary stress. Number three, my dad had always hated me, I'm not sure why though, he just found these things a good excuse to kick me out. Number Four, The big thing that got me kicked out was that I finally told my parents that I was gay. They didn't like that. Not one bit.

Long story short I got into a fight with my dad, like a real fist fight -even got a black eye- and that was the final straw. They kicked me out and told me to never come back. Not that I cared. I'm doing just fine on my own.

Well not really, I mean I practically live on park benches around England. This nice little city of Doncaster has very friendly people who are generous in their money giving, so I might stay here a few extra days. Then there's the fact about what Louis said. Maybe he'll forget, or maybe he was just messing with me. I don't know what to think. I'm kind of excited though.