Instagram love story [English version]

13.

Yesterday was fun. Louis is very different from what I imagined. I thought he was a very sensitive person, but that was far from the truth. He was an amazing person to just have a chat with and he's funny. Like, really really funny. I laughed the whole time.

Fortunately, he now has enough food and clothes for a whole week. I don't know if I should come again today.

To be honest I would really love to hang again with him. I can take him to a cafe, if he wants too.

I'll send him a message via insta first, I don't want to come if he doesn't want to of course.

To my surprise, it says Louis posted something.

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Immediately after this message, I open the chat between Louis and me. I really wonder what's going on. I was there yesterday and everything seemed to go well, if you forget the fact that he lives on the street. He was cheerful and had a good sense of humour, which seems to be all gone now. I quickly type a message and send it.

(Chat between Louis and Harry)

Harry: Louis what's going on?

Harry: Did something happen when I left?

Harry: Did somebody hurt you?

Louis: my mom

Harry: Your mom?!

Harry: How did she know where you were?

Harry: Louis?

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My message has been delivered for over an hour now. I'm starting to get really worried. I'm going to him. I don't care if he doesn't want me to come.

I quickly grab my coat and shoes and then I walk out the door, on my way to Louis.

When I get there - after walking for a while - I hear someone sobbing. I walk towards the bridge and to my surprise he's not there.

Quickly I look around.

Fortunately I see him sitting by the water on the wall along it, with his feet in the water.

I walk over and carefully sit next to him.

He looks awful. Not ugly, just bad. His eyes are red and swollen from—probably—the crying, and there are bruises and blood everywhere.

The pants that were still whole yesterday, now have holes in them. The sweater I gave him is gone. He only has pants on and that's it. Speaking of his belly. He has a six-

I quickly shrug the thought off and focus on Louis. He still looks towards the water. I don't think he even heard I was here.

I gently put my hand on his shoulder. He turns around in shock and looks at me in panic. "It's just me Louis, it's alright." I say reassuringly.

He now turns all the way to me. His belly is now more visible and I can now see the bruises he has there.

I look at him concerned.

Before I know it, Louis falls into my arms. I put my arms around him gently so as not to hurt him. I gently rub his back. He frees himself from my arms after a while.

"Sorry..." he says softly. "I shouldn't have-"

"Louis, it doesn't matter. You needed it so I don't care." I stay silent for a second before speaking again. "What happened?' I ask him gently.

"My mother came here. She told me I deserved this and she hit me and and- "

"Calm down, everything will be fine. She's not here right now and as long as you're with me you're safe," I say softly. After a long silence I ask, "Has she done anything else?"

He nods slowly. And before I know it he's back in my arms, crying. "She told me I don't deserve to live. And that I'm ugly and she kept saying it again. It hurts so much, Harry" he says and my arms are still wrapped around him, now even tighter than before.

"What she told you is not true. You are not ugly, not even a little. You're the most beautiful boy I've ever met. I'm bi too so I know how you feel. It feels like no one wants you anymore. You feel ugly when you're not. Listen Louis, you will get over those thoughts. It will take a while, but you will get over it. And I really don't want you to be out here on the streets and with your mother knowing where you are, so can stay with me if you want?" I say. At the last sentence, he looks at me in shock.

"Thank you Harry, thank you so much. For the clothes, the food and for being here?" he says. I smile weakly at him.

"Are you serious about the last question? I won't be a bother or something?" he asks after a long time.

"I wouldn't ask you otherwise, would I? No is not an answer," I say, smiling up at him.

He also has a smile on his face.

I wrap my arms around him and he does the same. His head rests on my shoulder and I gently rub his back.

After a while we let go and I get up. I reach out my hand to Louis and with a simple movement I pull him off the wall.

"Come" I say.

"Could I just sit here alone for a moment?" he asks. I nod with a small smile and disappear around the corner.