Louis woke with almost no feeling his limbs. He shivered as soon as his eyes flew open and sat up carefully. He was still in the same alley, cold and damp.
He looked around, the London sky covered by looming clouds, meaning a storm would be coming. His guess was proven correct when he felt the first drops of rain against his skin.
He shivered again, shuffling to his feet. His side hurt like hell, burning pain moving through his nerves. He clenched his teeth and started walking out of the alley.
It was early--maybe five in the morning or so. There was no one in the streets except for a few stragglers and the early birds.
Louis walked down the cobblestone streets, trying to find something to cover his head. His tail was tucked into his pants, luckily no one has noticed him yet.
His ears were flattened against his head as he walked down the street. He was shaking visibly, the rain pouring down incredibly harder now. His hair stuck to his face and his clothes clung to his skin.
He was completely drenched when a car pulled up. It was sleek, black, and Louis instantly cringed away from it.
The car stopped right next to him. The window rolled down and Louis was met with a man with unruly curls and bright green irises.
"Hey kid! What are you doing out here?! It's pouring!" The man yells and Louis doesn't know what to say. He hasn't spoken to anyone in forever.
"Kid! Can you hear me?!" The man says and Louis finds himself nodding.
"What are you doing out here?!" The man asks again.
"N-Nothing, sir." Louis was taught to respect everyone. He was taught that everyone was better than him.
"Well, don't you have anywhere to go?" The man asks. He could barely hear him over the rain.
"Y-Yes, sir." Louis finds himself saying. He doesn't have anywhere to go, but what is this mans intention?
"Do you need a ride, kid?" The man offers and Louis shakes his head. Before the man can say anything else, Louis has run off down the street and turned a corner.
****
Harry reaches his office at five thirty in the morning. He grimaced at the wet leather seats of his car before shaking his head.
That damn kid did this.
Harry is never stoping to offer help in the rain ever again.
He grudgingly grabbed his coffee and made his way out his car and through the underground parking lot.
He took the elevator to his floor where his office was and stepped aside when one of his workers stepped inside the lift.
"Mr. Styles, how are you?" It was Evelyn. Harry couldn't stand her.
"I'm fine, thank you Evelyn." She smiles.
"So, Mr. Styles, I know you told me you would rather not me intrude on your personal life but I have a friend who thinks you're cute." Harry sighs. This is exactly what he's talking about. Evelyn always tried to set him up with one of her friends.
"Thank you for the offer, Evelyn, but I'm not in a position at the moment to go on a date." Harry sneered, mentally wishing the elevator would move faster.
"Oh, you never are! Come on! Her name is Daisy and she's a really great woman!" Evelyn says and Harry sighs. Just then, the doors to the lift opened and Harry let out a content noise.
His happiness was cut short as Evelyn followed him to his office.
"Please, Mr. Styles, she's perfect for you!" She cries and Harry grunts before turning around. Evelyn didn't expect the sudden stop and nearly runs into him.
"Fine. What's her number?" Harry asks, pulling out his phone from his pocket. She gleams and gives him her number.
Harry shakes his head as she turns and leaves, leaving him alone. He quickly sends a text to Daisy.
Harry: hi, it's Harry. Evelyn said you wanted to go out?
The response comes only a few seconds later and Harry wonders what she's doing up at five in the morning.
Daisy: Harry! Hi!! Yes I would love that! Meet me at Petite Ardor at 6:30 for dinner tonight? Xx
Harry: sure.
He pocketed his phone as he entered his office, shaking his head. One date wouldn't hurt. He knows for a fact he doesn't even like the woman.
He doesn't like woman period.
He settles into his chair, opening his laptop and reading through some emails that have been coming from the branches of his business and replies back to some.
He fills out some paperwork on the demolition of a building to build one of his realtor company.
Harry was very proud of where he was right now. He was the owner of Styles Housing and it was one of his biggest accomplishments. He had different offices all over Europe and even some in America.
He sold houses and fixed up old ones for better conditions. He made billions every year and he was becoming an icon in the world for rich and fame.
But, with all this money he could never seem to find someone to share it with. He was grateful that Evelyn tried to help him with that issue but he just knew a woman wouldn't fit into his rule.
He sighed as he saw Daisy texting him repeatedly. He eventually turned off his phone and went back to work.
An hour at most had passed when he began zoning out. His eyes burned from staring at his laptop for too long and his hand ached from writing too much. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up. He stretched his arms above his head, his tucked in shirt shifting out from his trousers.
He moved to look outside the window and watched as the city of London slowly come to life. It was past six thirty and people were barely waking up and heading to work.
He leaned against the wall, which was all just a tall window and stared out, watching the sun rise.
He closed his eyes and suddenly, frightened blue eyes stared back at him.
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Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] in which Louis is sixteen year old hybrid with no home and Harry is a twenty seven year old businessman with a lonely home ---- crossdresser!louis underage!louis hybrid!louis beautiful cover by @-hypothetic © Copyright 2015 larryafh...