Louis was utterly confused right at this moment, he doesn't know how he ended up in a position like this.
A small boy in his own home, unknown and fragile.
Eyes of the dark crisp green leaves, a head full of soft brown curls, and pretty pink lips.
Louis has never really been attracted to younger males, well, he doesn't even know how young this little lad is.
He just pretty much passed out while he tried to talk to him and thank God he had an asthma pump with him, god knows what could have happened.
"What's your name?" Louis asked him, sitting across from the table, "that is, if you have one.." He said with a small smile, the curly haired boy looked up at him and twisted his lips to the side, shifting in his seat.
"I'm Harry.." The little boy, Harry, answered, his voice was small yet a bit deep compared to Louis' even though there is a possible chance of this Harry being younger than him
He didn't mind.
"How old are you?" Louis asked, folding his hands over the wooden table.
"I'm thirteen.." Harry answered once again, he looked down and blinked quickly with a sigh.
"What are you doing here Harry?"
Harry looked up and Louis can see the tears forming in his eyes.
"I..I was try- trying to find my brother Ashton and I got lost..he's been missing for a week and I just wanted him back," Harry sniffled and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, "but someone started to follow me so I ran and..I ended up here."
Louis pursed his lips and nodded slowly, not knowing how to comfort the thirteen year old he just met.
"You must trust me." Was all that Louis said.
Harry shrugged, "I feel that I should, you don't look that intimidating." he said wiping his cheeks
"I am offended." Louis joked with his hand on his chest and he can hear a short soft sound from the other boy.
"Did you laugh?"
Harry covered his mouth and nodded slowly.
"Ah..what a nice start." Louis smiled and Harry blushed as he looked away, "c'mon don't be shy now."
"I still don't know you, when you pretty much know me." Harry said and Louis raised an eyebrow with Harry doing the same right after.
"Well, I suppose it is my turn," Louis sat back in his seat, "I'm Louis and I'm eighteen years old."
"You're old.." Harry whispered and Louis chuckled, "you don't look like it though."
"Anymore questions, young one?"
"Why is your house..you know, not that close to the city?" Harry asked, head resting on the palm of his hand.
"M'not a big fan of the bright lights and noisy streets, it makes me uncomfortable." Louis answered with a shrug, "a place like this makes me want to settle down and just chill."
Harry nodded and leaned forward as if he was so interested in what he was saying.
"I thought you would be a murderer or something." Harry said blankly, and it made Louis chuckle full out.
"A murderer?" Louis asked with a chuckle, "that's new."
Harry blushed once more and smiled softly, he never expected to be joking and laughing with a stranger who just lives on a narrow suburban street away from the city.
"By the way, your inhaler needs some more air in it." Louis said, standing up from the chair and walking into the kitchen, "are you hungry?"
Harry nodded and looked towards Louis who was opening a cabinet that so happened to be filled with nothing but snacks.
"Chips? Or are you a sweets kind of guy?"
"Anything is fine." Harry answered, not only eyeing the snacks but also the eighteen year old's nicely shaped bum.
"How does chips and three chocolate chip cookies sound?" Louis asked over his shoulder and Harry nodded once again, "and a nice coke." Louis mumbled to himself, "do you like coke or no?"
"It's not my favorite drink, but I drink it." Harry answered and Louis nodded.
"So what does this Ashton fellow look like?" Louis asked, taking out a bag of chips and small chocolate chip cookies.
"He's around 5'11..um..he has hazel eyes, sometimes people think they're green but it's just hazel, his hair is like..dirty blondish, but a bit sandy brown?" Harry shrugs, "he giggles a lot and he has deep dimples on both cheeks and he's tanner."
Louis furrowed his eyebrows and hummed.
"He giggles a lot too," Harry mumbled looking down at his aching feet with a pout and he could feel the tears stinging his eyes, "I really miss him.."
"What about your parents?"
Louis noticed Harry stopped talking so he finally looked back to see Harry sobbing silently into his hands, "o- oh..Harry... Why are you crying."
"I don't have parents!" Harry shouted, "Ashton was the closest I had and he's gone! He was my brother, my best friend, everything I never had!" Harry ranted as his face started to get even more red, Louis finally took matter into his own hands and walked over to Harry,
"Hey..calm down, you're gonna lose some air if you keep stressing out, love." Louis said softly, helping Harry up and hugging him to his chest trying to hush him, "I don't know if it helps but you have me now, I won't leave you. You'll be my little brother now okay?"
"I'm gonna live with you?" Harry asked, looking up at Louis as he squeezed him tighter.
"Yeah..I'll take you to school and buy you clothes, all that good stuff." Louis answered, brushing his fingers through Harry's hair, "how does that sound?"
Harry sniffled and sighed softly relaxing against the soft white cotton of Louis' shirt.
"Thank you.." Harry whispered.
