Louis's POV
I drove down the road in my black Porsche to go pick up the curly haired lad I found two days ago. I pulled my black leather jacket tighter around myself and cranked up the heat, it was freezing outside! I finally reached the park and parked my car. As I was walking towards Harry I noticed he was lying down on the bench with his eyes closed. At first I thought he was just sleeping, but when I got closer I realized he was curled into a ball and shaking. I called his name and his eyes snapped open. He sat up slowly and pulled his beanie down further over his curls. I also noticed he was wearing the same clothes, but decided against saying anything.
"Hi. Are you ready to go?" He nodded his head and after gathering his things, he followed me to my car.
When I unlocked my car Harry paused for a second before climbing in rather hesitantly. He was still shivering so I turned on the heater full blast and grabbed the extra jacket on the back seat. I tossed it into his lap.
"Put that on, I know you've got to be freezing."
He smiled gratefully before pulling it over his head, knocking his beanie off in the process. He shook out his curls and replaced it on his head. I was so fascinated by his hair that I nearly went off the side of the road.
"So Harry, tell me about yourself." I cleared my throat.
"I'd rather hear about you, I'm not really that interesting." He sighed, looking out the window.
"I find that highly unlikely, but whatever you say. Well my name is Louis Tomlinson, and I'm 21. I manage London Recording Studios Inc., but you already know that. My favorite color is red. I have four sisters, all younger. My parents divorced when I was young, and I haven't seen my dad since. I live here in London, but travel frequently to check out new acts to bring into the studio. My best friend is Niall Horan, who also works at the company with me." I glance over at him to see him nervously playing with his fingers while nodding.
"How old are you Harry?"
“Eighteen.” He mumbled.
"Eighteen? You look a lot older than that." I joked.
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