Cold. The only word that could explain. England wasn't the best for nice sunny weather, especially in the Autumn season. Many people were wearing coats, gloves and silly hats. Harry knew that he would be alone once again this Winter.
Harry is a 17 year old boy, with no family. A runaway, to be exact. Two years ago, after his sister committed suicide, his parents were horrible to him. They'd insult him, call him "gay" and even best him. No way he would go back. Oh and yes, he was gay. Everyone knew it. It was tough but at least he made some sort of money, it wasn't much though. Busking was what made people give him money. Singing was his passion and he loved it. He also got attention by his little husky Storm. Harry loved Storm with all his heart. Even if Harry was hungry, he'd feed the little pup and give him water.
It was a rough night, there was thunder and lightning. Harry managed to find some shelter and cuddled up with his little puppy who was petrified.
"C'mon now Storm, it's okay." Harry stroked Storm and tried to calm him. Storm was whining and fidgeting in Harry's arms but soon the thunder and lightning calmed down and they both fell asleep.
The next morning, it was really cold. They had made at least £5 the previous day, enough to get a drink. As he walked into this new coffee shop, someone caught his eye that he had seen before. Mr. Blue Eyes.
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Mr. Blue Eyes
AcakThere's a dark background behind those Blue eyes. "Harry... I'm not all that you think I am." Louis mumbled, Harry had no idea what he was on about. All just in time, he had found out what he was letting himself into.. And he liked what he was heari...
