devotion ➶ larry

three

Louis found himself walking through the city of London, in awe of the different buildings and sights to see.

After what happened this morning, he usually scurried into the nearest darkest place when a car drove by. His side ached from the bullet wound but he mentally thanked himself that he healed faster than humans did.

He was starving. His stomach growled and he looked around, hoping to find something lying on the ground. It wasn't that bad. He remembered his old life and how sometimes he went days without food.

——flashback——

Louis curled into himself as the small sliding screen on the door opened and a sandwich was thrown inside. The food fell apart, the bread falling to the floor and a single slice of ham fell along with it.

The small boy shuffled to the middle of the dark room, taking the sandwich with skinny fingers and putting it back together. He ate slowly, savoring every bite because he didn't know when his next meal would be.

When he finished, he whimpered, his stomach still growling. The door opened and Louis blinked as the bright lights filled his room. A man that Louis never knew his name. He just called him he.

"Come on." He said in a rough voice. Louis knew better than to deny him. He knew he had some sort of weapon on him. Last time he tried to run past him, he shocked him with a taser. The boy had fallen to the floor and he wasn't given food for three days.

Louis stood up, his head down as he followed the man. The man congratulated him on how good he was behaving and promised him something to eat that night.

——end of flashback——

Louis frowned at the memory and shook his head. He faintly remembered eating another sandwich that night and he was ecstatic from eating twice that day.

Now that he was out here, he didn't know what to do. There was no one to throw him food or toss him a half empty bottled water. He was all alone and he was scared.

What if he starves to death? He panics and skids down one of the walls of a building, tears forming in his eyes. He felt defeated. He escaped them only to be confused and afraid.

He doesn't know how long he's been sitting there until something taps his feet. He gasps and looks up. The same man that he saw in the morning. The man was dressed differently, in a sheer shirt and black skinny jeans. He was looking at Louis with a curious expression.

"Kid? You okay?" The man asks and Louis wants to yell at him and tell him that he's not a kid but he's so fucking terrified that all he can do is stare at him.

"Can you talk? Are you lost?" The man asks and Louis still doesn't answer. He faintly wonders if his cat ears are on display. Either they aren't or the man doesn't seem to mind.

The stranger groans at Louis' lack of response and looks back down the block. He was supposed to meet Daisy in a few minutes but in reality, he didn't even want to go.

His next actions surprise him.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" The man asks and Louis' eyes widen. Could he trust him?

"My names Harry. I work right over there." Harry says pointing to one of the tall buildings of London. Louis stares at the building in wonder.

"L-Louis." Harry's head snaps back to the small boy.

"Is that your name?" Harry asks and Louis nods frantically, "Well, Louis. Are you hungry? I can buy you something."

Harry didn't miss the surprised look on Louis' features. He told himself earlier that morning that he wouldn't stop for any kid ever again but when he saw the boy sitting against the wall, he stopped.

He surely didn't miss the cat ears protruding from his head, but he didn't comment on it.

Harry offered his hand and Louis took it hesitantly. He stood up and Harry could see his eyes clearly. They were blue, so blue and beautiful, Harry couldn't breathe for a moment.

He noticed other things too. How his face was caked with dirt and his clothes were barely holding on by the seams. And he didn't miss the red spot on the side of his shirt.

"Are you hurt? What happened?" He was suddenly very concerned. He went to press a hand on the boys side but Louis cried out and flinched away. Harry's eyes widen and he steps back.

"I have to get you to a hospital." Harry says quickly and Louis shakes his head, pulling up his shirt to reveal a bandaged wound. Louis whimpered and pushed him away, instantly regretting it. What if this man hurt him?

He mumbled a quick apology and looked down.

"Okay, um--" he didn't know what to do, "Let me get you something to eat and then we can get your wound clean." Harry finally accepts and the boy looks at him with curious eyes. He motions for him to follow the older man to his car and Louis clambers in, silently.

Louis had made his decision, if this man only wants to hurt him he'll be fine with that. He's given up.

Harry starts his car and makes his way to a small bakery. He tells Louis to wait in the car and the boy does, without any complaint.

Harry rushes in and buys three different kinds of pastries and runs back into the car. He makes his way to his flat and once they're there, Louis is in complete awe at size of it.

His whole life he's only known the tight, small room of his that smelled of rotten food and dead animals. Here, it was open and amazing. Harry showed him the small bag with the pastries and Louis instantly forgot where he was because oh my god there was amazingly delicious food in his hand and he didn't even know what it was.

The bread was flaky and lovely and Louis finished it in seconds. Harry watched with curious eyes, wondering what happened to the boy. And watching him standing there, he was glad he found him.