Alley | daddy h.s

Chapter 2

The ride home was quiet like most of Harry's ride would. He often would glance over the sleeping boy beside him that still curled up under his big jacket. He had to hold his need to take cigarettes, otherwise he will wakes the little boy up, and Harry never shares his unhealthy habit to anybody who has a clean pair of lungs.

He once again glanced over his passenger seat, looking at the tousled brown hair that's peeking out between the fabric. He sighed, not knowing what he got himself into by bringing this boy up to his house which is very rare for Harry to even think about bringing someone, or more like a stranger to his door. But the first time he laid his eyes on the fragile thing, he can't just walked off like that. Something about this boy is luring him in, he felt the urge to protect the little thing and when Harry saw his face, all he could think about is how breathtaking the boy is. He was so small and so vulnerable, he doesn't deserve to be left alone like this. Leave alone getting 'used' by another man. The thought of the poor boy being touched anger him so much. Harry would shelter him and keeps him safe and treats him more than he should be if the boy was his.

Harry entered his garage, opening and closing them with a remote which is connected to the whole house. He let out a frustated sigh, why would he even bring this boy inside his house? All he needed is to rest, away from disturbance, from all the thoughts that have been running through his mind lately. Maybe a cup of coffee and a drag and a book. But that's not gonna happen tonight, is it?

Louis was still asleep, holding onto the older's man jacket for it's comfort and warmth. The older man can't help but feel the responsible to protect him from all the bad in this world.

Harry got off of his car, walking to the passenger side and opened the door slowly. "Hey.." Harry tried to wake him up. "Little one?" Still no answer. Harry slowly slipped his hand under the sleeping boy's thighs and the other one on his back.

Harry kicked the door closed and walked inside of his house, having no problem with opening and closing doors while carrying the boy in his hands. He walked up to his room on the second floor. Placing the light thing on his king-sized bed really gently, not wanting to wake the small boy up.

Harry walked to his wardrobe, thinking that maybe it would be more comfortable for the sleeping boy to be clean up first but since Louis already drowned to sleep, he choosed only to changed Louis' dirty attire to Harry's. He picked out one of his possibly smallest boxer he has and the mistaken size white t-shirt he bought two weeks ago, it was a size smaller than his usual ones, although he wasn't sure his smallest clothes would fit the little guy.

When Harry turned to bed, Louis is sleeping on his side, legs folded against his chest. One arm spread open under his head. Louis' face looked so soft, the way he sleep, Harry could watch him until the sun raise again. Despite the fact that he actually maybe has never showered since god knows when, Harry admited this little thing on his bed is the most beautiful and intriguing person he ever met.

Slowly, Harry pulling up the boy shirt. But he stopped right above his belly button when he saw the earlier scar he saw. He left Louis and go to his bathroom, picking up his First Aid Kits under the sink.

He cleaned up the scar with some alcohol and he watched Louis stirs a bit. But Harry continue and cover it with some antiseptic ointments, then closing them with sizeable band aids.

Louis' eyes start slowly blinking, awakened by the small move. He remain still when he realize he was on top of a smooth comforter before he shots up. He looked side to side while grabbing the older's man jacket that he's been holding since it was given to  him. He tried to figure out where he was, maybe it's another good dream of him sleeping in a luxurious room with a huge bed, with a huge tv hanging on the wall infront of the bed, a nice a place that Louis never could imagine he would be inside on. His eyes were open wide, hands still pawing on the nice-smelling-jacket he keeps thinking before his eyes landed on the tall figure sitting in front of him.

He blinked, and when he realized who it was, he sat up frantically. He whimpers, feeling his eyes swollen up again.

"Hey, hey its okay I'm not going to hurt you" Harry tried to calm the boy down.

It was a silent for a few minutes. And when Louis started to calm down, Harry reached for the warm milk he heated up earlier before. "Here little one, I bring you some milk"

Louis looked up onto Harry's eyes, battling his innerself on should or shouldn't he trust this man. But he just couldn't say no over that. He reached out slowly, and sipped on the milk.

"Do you want to clean up first? So you can be comfortable before you get some rest?" Harry offered. But Louis shook his head, everything still confusing to him. Why is this man so nice to him? What does he want? He looked like he could kill and strangle Louis anytime, or maybe this is  the dream he always wanted to come true?

Harry understands though, the little one is probably scared to death. So Harry got up, leaving the clothes on the bed, "Here, you could change first before you go to bed.  Then I'll see you in the morning, ok?" Harry said softly, expecting silence once more. 

When Harry left the room, Louis watched him leave in silence. His eyes lingered on the door for a few moment before travelled to the rest of the room. Everything looked like out of the television for Louis. The dark brown furnitures and the low lighting gave this warmth feeling, the smell of the bed was just as intoxicating as the jacket he is holding.

Louis finished up his milk before it got any colder, and put it aside. He painfully change his attire slowly, not wanting to get any scars swollen up. And he laid down, the older man's jacket draped once again all over his body, and he just wished he could stay safe like this forever.

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haha how many years has it been?