The begging

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(Harry's POV)

As I walked down the side walk, I felt someone watching me. "Hey kid. How old are you." Some one said grabbing my arm. I winced. "Um....my mommy told me not to talk to strangers." He chuckled. "What good mommy lets their son who looks to be hmm....8 walk around downtown London streets alone?" He said back. A tear rolled down my cheek. "Mister. Please leave me alone." He just laughed. Then he grabbed me harshly and threw me in his car. By then everything was black, but I opened my eyes once more only to see a man and a boy rushing to my aid. The man grabbing the older one that was hurting me and the younger one picking me up and running. Then it was all dark.

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(Louis' POV)

I was rushing around the home. I have learned that the boy I felts name is, Harry, he is 10 years old, he has a single mom and a 17 year old sister. He is in the 3rd grade, and his favorite color is orange. I have no idea why I felt the way I did about a 10 year old, but I felt as if I needed to save him. I had a weird connection to the small boy. But I did and I knew we were to be forbidden.

"Louis, we have to go." Dad said, Anne (harry's mom) standing right next to him. "No dad please. I want to meet him." My dad growled, "Louis William Tomlinson. Now." I shook my head, "no." Then Harry's eyes started to flutter. "mommy?" He said as they fully opened. Green piercing my pale blue eyes. Then he said, "Louis?" My breath hitched. "How do you know me?" He smiled. "You're the boy from my dreams." I smiled. Maybe it wasn't fate for us to be together, but maybe destiny.

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