Snow fell outside the young boy's window. He smiled at it. He loved the snow, but it was too cold! His mummy would have to told him to wear the uncomfy boots but she's not here anymore. Neither was his daddy.
They told him they were going to get groceries and to not open the door and don't go in the basement.
They weren't back yet, so he waited. He stared out the window waiting for his mummy and daddy. A car pulled in the driveway, but the people in it didn't look like his mummy and daddy - so he hid in the closet, just like they told him. He looked through the vent that was installed so that he could breathe.
There was a very Big Bang and a crash, he shivered. "Come out, Styles!"
"We know you're here!"
"Oh, Desmond!"
"Anne! We won't hurt you!" That one was followed by a few laughs. He stayed quiet, just as he was told.
The door to the closet rattled, but luckily he had locked it. He silently patted himself on the back.
"Boys! I found a locked door!" A loud voice called out.
A laugh rang out. "Hah! We found you Styles!"
A rattling noise came from the door and it swung open. He flung the blanket over himself.
It was yanked off him and he was met by four sets of eyes.
"That's not Desmond or Anne."
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FanficHarry was 11 when his parents went "shopping". They haven't come back since. When he hears a car pull into the driveway, he hides. He's not found by who'd you'd expect.. (unless you've read the tags lol) Enjoy.
