Harry's P.O.V
It was almost closing time, and I was the last employee left in the thrift shop. I was just about to start turning off the lights, when I heard a faint noise coming from the loo. This startled me, but curiosity got the best of me, so I headed off towards the entries. The sounds were getting louder, and they sounded like muffeled sobs. As quietly as I could, I opened the door to the men's room, and snuck inside. Then I mustered up as much courage as I could and asked "H-Hello? Is...is anyone there?" The sobs cut off abruptly, and something metal clattered to the floor. I bent over to see what it was, and to my horror it was was a knife, a knife that had blood on it. "Uhh *sniff*...yeah" said a velvety voice. "Sorry if I'm intruding or anything, but are you cutting yourself?" I asked, then quickly added "I'm closing up shop, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Then I heard the rattling of the door lock, and a few moments later the door swung open. Standing in front of me was a young man, maybe a few years older than me, judging by his height. He had a black hoodie on, with the hood up, so I couldn't see his features very well. He was wearing black skinny jeans, and beat up dc's. The man was holding his left arm behind his back. I looked to the ground, and the knife was gone, but there was still some blood on the ground. He then said "Well, I guess I'll be leaving then..." His voice cracked. He started to walk past me, and I saw that the left sleeve of his hoodie was wet with with blood. I wasn't about to let him leave and bleed to death, so I grabbed his arm and pulled up the sleeve. Then I gasped. Blood was everywhere. And to many scars to count. "Why do you do this?" I asked. He then broke down into tears. I could only catch a few words, like good for nothing prostitute", "waste of space" and "worthless". Then I asked "Are you homeless?" He was crying to hard to answer, so he nodded yes. "C'mon, you're coming home with me, just let me lock up."
So while I locked up the man was sitting on the sidewalk outside. When I finished locking the doors I turned around and said "My flat is just about a block away, you ready to go?" He shook his head, and said in a weak voice, "No, I'm fine, you don't have to help me." I replied, "Well then I'm taking you to the doctors office." His eyes widened "No! They'll see the scars..." he trailed off. "Well, then I'm taking you to my flat instead." He sighed and tried to get up, but got really pale and fell back down. "I-I can't get up, I'm too weak." I helped him up, but he still couldn't stand on his own. So I scooped him up in my arms bridal style and started carrying him home. He was surprisingly light, probably from malnutrition. At first he seemed uncomfortable about it, but then fell asleep to the rocking sensation of my arms.
When I got home, I went inside and carried him into nettie. By this time, my arms were exhausted, and I set him down a little too hard. He groaned and sat up. "Uggh, what happened?" He asked. "You fell asleep." I told him. I quickly got to work, cleaning and bandaging his cuts.
"Why are you helping me?" He asked me. "Because you need help" I stated. "Thanks, but you don't need to help me, it won't do me any good, I'm a lost cause." He said sadly. I tried to look him in the eyes, but he looked away. "No one is a lost cause." I had finished bandaging the stranger, and he still hadn't said anything else. I glanced at the clock. It was late. "C'mon, it's late, let's go to to bed." I told him. Then I stood up and offered him my hand. He looked at it warily, but then put his his hand in mine and let me help him up."You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch." I said. "No,no,no, it's your bed, I'm already enough of a burden." I sighed. He really hated himself, didn't he? "Listen to me." I said forcefully. He turned, tears in his eyes, and I saw what he looked like for the first time. Before, whenever I looked at him he quickly turned his head away, so all that I could see was that he had blue eyes. Now, in the light, I saw just how beautiful he was. He had shiny brown hair, high cheekbones, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. They were as blue as the sky, but ten times more beautiful.
I must have been staring at him for longer than I thought, because he cleared his throat. "Umm... weren't you saying something?" I blushed. "Oh...yeah, you are NOT a burden, you are just in between a rock and a hard place, and need help. I wasn't to help you, you just have to let me." He was searching my eyes for sincerity, and he must have found it, because he said "Fine, I'll sleep in your bed, but just this one time." I laughed. "Okay, okay, fair enough."
I showed him where my bedroom was, and lent him an old shirt and some pajama bottoms. Just as I was leaving a thought occurred to me. "I never did catch your name." I stated. He looked up at me. "Louis. Louis Tomlinson." I smiled, it fit him. "Harry Styles." I replied. He grinned. "G'night, Harry." Louis said. "G'night, Louis."
I closed the door, walked into the living room, and lay on the couch. Louis Tomlinson. I.Don' know why i decided to help him, but I'm glad I did. He's a nice guy if you get to know him. It makes me wonder how someone as nice and good looking as him could end up as a homeless prostitute who's only relieve is self harm. When I think of those scars, it makes me wish I could have gotten to him sooner, I could have helped him. I lay there for a long time, thinking about the boy with the blue eyes. I felt attracted to him, not just because of his looks. I wanted to help him. He barely accepts my help, so I was sure he wouldn't accept my affections. It would probably scare him away anyways, telling him that I'm gay, I thought. Nobody knows that I'm gay, I lost interest in girls when my last girlfriend cruelly dumped me. I'm not bi, I'm a full blown gay, I don't find girls girls attractive.
I was completly lost in thought when Louis' scream broke the silence. "Louis! Are you okay?" No answer. I dashed down the hall into my room, and saw that Louis was still asleep, but he didn't have a peaceful expression on his face. It was a look of pure terror. He was silent for a moment, but then, but then he let out a cry of fear. I tried shaking him, but he didn't respond. So I did the only thing I could. I slipped under the covers and wrapped my arms around him. "Shhh, it's okay, I'm here." He calmed down, and then started snoring rhythmically a few minutes later. I fell asleep with Louis in my arms.
