Little Ball of Fur- Larry Stylinson

=^.^= Chapter 2 =^.^=

"Zayn, what am I supposed to do. The boy seems so scared and lonely, but he didn't want to come inside." Harry rants as he tells Zayn about the morning incident. Zayn hadn't taken much of a liking to being woken up the ungodly hour of 6AM, but Harry had to tell someone.

"Well maybe he doesn't accept offers that sound so creepy. I mean come on most people would give the guy some money and shoo him away not invite him in." Zayn chides.

"Well I'm sorry I have such a kind heart." He peeks out the front window. He has a perfect view of his porch swing from here. He can see Louis in the position he was in earlier, except he now wears the blanket. "He's still here. I can't just leave him out there all day. He's probably hungry and cold. The blanket can only do so much." He tells Zayn. Zayn just huffs.

"Harry I get that you want to help the lad, but maybe he doesn't want help. Just leave him be, please. Now I'm going to hang up and go back to sleep. So please don't call back until after noon." Then the line goes quiet.

"Jerk." Harry mumbles. He looks out to see the boy still sleeping. He looks so vulnerable and small, how can Harry possibly have the heart to just leave the boy? He watches for another minute, before he decides to distract himself by cleaning. He picks up around the lounge and washes the dishes. He cleans his room and dusts the house, as well as sweeps. When he's finished he checks the time to see it's only been an hour. Great now what? He figures he could make breakfast. He starts mixing the pancake mix for a couple pancakes, before he remembers the boy outside. He adds in the rest of the package and makes as many pancakes as the box calls for. He then places a few on a plate, covers them in syrup, and then moves to look outside the window. Louis is awake now; rubbing the sleep from is eyes. Harry takes this opportunity to go back outside.

"Hey there again." He says as he walks over to Louis. Louis doesn't move this time, but still cringes when Harry approaches. "Well I thought you might be hungry so..." He trails off, placing the plate on the side table, along with a fork and butter knife. He smiles at Louis and then looks back at the plate. "Well I'll leave you to it." He then goes back inside. He quickly moves to the front window to see if Louis eats. Louis looks at the plate curiously, sniffing at it like he did the tea. He seems to like the smell, since he goes in to lick the syrup. Louis ignores the utensils and just digs in with his fingers. Harry watches as Louis devours the first set of pancakes rather quickly. Harry knew he was hungry. When Louis finishes, he licks all the syrup off the plate, licking it clean. Harry smiles and moves back into the kitchen. He grabs a glass and pours Louis some milk. He makes another plate of pancakes and walks outside.

"Hey." Harry says for what seems like the hundredth time, making his way to Louis. Louis just stares at the plate of pancakes in his hand. "I see you were hungry." Louis blushes at that. "Well I have some more pancakes for you and some milk." He places them both on the table and grabs the empty plate. "I'll be back a little later." Harry says, leaving Louis alone once again. This time he washes the dish Louis left, before he looks out the window. Louis is eating the pancakes slower, but he still ignores the utensils. Every so often he takes a sip of the milk.

Harry wonders how on Earth this boy ended up on his door step. He can't help, but feel a need to protect the boy from whatever made him run away. He was a bit strange, but that was no reason to hurt the poor boy. He really hopes his old home wasn't abusive. He gets so lost in thought, that he doesn't realize Louis is standing. Louis leaves the plate, but takes the glass as he walks out of view and to the front door. He knocks on it twice, hoping that the man with curly hair will open the door and give him more milk.

When Harry notices the knocking, he sees that Louis is no longer there. Oh no, where could he have gone? He makes his way to the door with that thought in mind. When he opens the door, he's surprised to see Louis there.

"Oh um did you want something?" Harry asks hoping the boy would finally come inside. Louis just points to the glass.

"Milk?" He says shyly.

"Oh yeah sure. Why don't you come inside while I get it?" Harry takes the glass from Louis and leaves the door open while he gets the milk. He doesn't hear footsteps behind him, so apparently Louis still didn't want to come in. He pours another glass and turns to make his way back. However, as he approaches the hall to go back out, he sees that Louis no longer stands outside, but inside staring at the television that Harry had forgotten to turn off. He quickly moves to close the door and returns to the living room. "Here's your milk."

Louis jumps, shrinking in on himself, as if he was caught doing something bad. Harry repeats the phrase quitter this time and hands the milk to Louis. Louis takes it slowly. When his hand wraps around the glass, he pulls it away quickly and stays in the same spot. Harry stands there awkwardly not really sure how to go on from this point.

"Well um.." He looks at the television. "Would you like to watch some tv?" He asks, making his way to the couch. He avoids getting too close to Louis as he takes a seat on his couch. He channel surfs for a bit before he comes upon one of his favorite animated movies, Peter Pan. He keeps it on, hoping maybe it was one of Louis' favorites too. Louis just stands, watching the screen. It's the part where Peter Pan, Wendy, and her siblings are making their way to Neverland. He watches in utter amazement as the children fly. He slowly starts to back up, until the back of his knees hit the couch. He takes a seat, eyes still glued to the television. Harry watches with utter fondness as Louis reacts to the characters on screen. He spends the entirety of the movie, simply watching Louis.