Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 4

Those boots though. ^^

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It had been nearly eight days since Harry last saw Louis. Louis had left the shop with a hurry, saying that he forgot that he had a meeting with his company that afternoon. Harry, of course, shrugged it off and decided to call it a day after that due to the fact that he was getting quite lonely without some source of breathing life in the room.

It was Sunday evening, around quarter to nine, when Harry heard a loud shattering sound down on the street below him. He peeked out the window and his face drained of colour when he saw three boys running in the opposite direction of his shop.

He shoved on his boots and raced down the flight of stairs, running out onto the street and sighing softly when he saw the main window of the shop was busted. The ground crunched beneath his boots, and he looked down to see the glass scattered along the sidewalks.

"I don't have the money to fix this right now," he whispered to himself, pacing in a small circle. He knew that to somebody driving by that he might look like he was the one who did it, but he was too wound up to care.

Harry unlocked the shops door and looked over to where there was a gaping hole where the window used to be. The array of flowers that were positioned in front of and around the window were either toppled over onto the floor, knocked over with the soil spilling out, or basically cut in pieces from the glass.

Harry reached up and rubbed his face, knowing that it would be costing him a lot more than he could afford. He remembered about the insurance that he signed up for, but since it was a shitty company, there also came shitty coverage; especially for a floral shop.

That night, Harry stayed in the shop and attempted to sweep up whatever soil was salvageable and clean up whatever mess he had responsibility over. He worked through his burnt out state of mind and his achy muscles until he fell asleep with his head rested on the flower stand while he sat on the floor, tiny fragments of glass still in his hands that he had been picking up.

**

"Harry!?"

Hm.

"Sweetheart, wake up."

What-?

"Harry, love," a soft voice slowly coaxed him out of sleep.

Harry peeked his eyes opened and blinked a few times before he pushed himself up off the flower stand with a grunt. He reached up to touch his face, which was sore from leaning on the metal, before he saw Louis crouched down in front of him in a suit.

His brows creased when he finally started to wake, "Louis?"

Louis smiled softly and reached down to scoop the glass out of Harry's hands, grimacing when he saw that his hands had small cuts in them from holding the sharp edges all night, "Hiya, love."

"What are you doing here?" Harry drawled out, a yawn interrupting his question.

"Well, I came by to see if a certain boy wanted to go out for breakfast," he smiles before he looked up at the window and rose his brows, "But I see that you've been busy?"

Harry looked up as reality came swooping back in and hit him like a load of bricks, "Oh, yeah. Some kids thought it'd be funny to smash the window. Ruined nearly the whole stock of annuals."

Louis frowned, "Those are expensive, aren't they?"

Harry sighed, "Not as individuals, but as a whole stock? Yeah. Basically my summer savings went into these puppies and the regular supply of roses."