Harry was a lonely guy his mother always told him so. He never tried to be with anyone, the fact was, he preferred being alone, it makes him feel quite safe, he just likes to sit down and write stories. Another reason why he was alone, was because he had come out to his best mate, one of the jocks heard. It spread like wild fire, he got bullied, head locks everyday, he got followed home. Everyday at 9pm harry goes to Starbucks, He always sits in the same spot in the corner where no one would look at him. The cashiers try to ask him questions like "why are you so lonely?" "Are you ok?" Harry just ignores them. He takes his drink without saying thankyou, once again he goes and sits down at his lonely corner table. This happens every night, two weeks later. He goes to his usual spot. There was a boy. With the most beautiful eyes he had seen. He had a lovely color. But the problem was they weren't bright and happy.. Harry just sat down without thinking. He sat at the same table, just facing him. The boy didn't look up, he continued writing a book. With ripped pages. He was wearing shredded clothes, everyday, harry returned to find this beautiful boy in his spot. Harry wanted to at least know this boys name. One day, harry went to sit with the boy, who said "Louis" in a cracked voice without looking up, "harry" he said, louis let out a small smile, but didn't say anymore.
