devotion ➶ larry

nine

Gots a new fanfic

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Thanks enjoy lovelies

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Niall was just as Harry described him, hyper and happy. Louis was a little overwhelmed by the blonde. When Harry had brought him into the large building Louis was afraid. He's never been in such a big place before and when they went on the elevator he cried and asked to be let out.

They got a few glares from the others in the small room and Harry had shushed him with a small gestures like circling his thumb on the small boys hip.

"So you just found him in the street, eh? Just took 'im home?" Niall asks, raising an eyebrow. Harry nods and the dyed blonde hums.

"I know it sounds weird. I just--I don't know what to do." Louis was sat across the room in a chair that was too tall for him. He swung his legs lightly and he looked down at his tail while Harry talked.

"I guess you can take him to like the police and they'll like file a missing persons report and keep him in a foster home." Niall explains.

"I can't just--I can't do that to him. He trusts me, Ni." Harry confesses. Niall eyes the small boy before answering.

"He's a hybrid. It's kinda tricky on what to do. You know a lot of people don't think much of them. A lot of them are kept for experimentation. I don't know what will happen to him if you give him to the police. I mean, he's a minor. You can't keep him. What if a family is missing him somewhere?" Harry frowns, biting his lip.

"He's been through something bad, Ni. He got shot, for heavens sake. I can't just let the police put up a picture of him and lead the people that did that to him." Harry retaliates. Niall sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Ask him if he has a family." Niall nods to him. Harry nods and excuses himself, making his way to the small boy. Louis' ears perk up and he beams at Harry.

"Hi, sir. So what did he say? Can I stay with you?" Louis asks hopefully. Harry's heart breaks at his ecstatic expression.

He kneels down in between his legs and clasps his hands together.

"It's not that easy, lovely. I just need to ask you some things, alright?" Harry asks and Louis nods frantically.

"Okay, doll. What happened to you? I need to know." Louis tenses and shakes his head, tears brimming in his eyes. His bottom lip wobbles and Harry's eyes widen.

"Shh, darling. It's alright. No one can hurt you here. I just need to know. If you want to stay with me, you have to tell me." Harry explains.

"I-I don't know. I already t-told Liam. I said I was always in a r-room for as long as I could remember. A man would b-b-beat me and I--" Louis choked up and tears were falling down his eyes freely. His wiped at his eyes hastily and Harry furrowed his eyebrows before wiping some stray tears.

"It's okay, sweetie. Do you have a family?" Harry asks.

"N-No. The bad man always said my mommy was d-dead. He said he f-found me in a box when I was a baby." Louis explains. The older man sighs heavily before kissing his forehead softly.

"Okay, doll. I'll be right back." Harry made his way back to Niall.

"So? What did he say?" Niall asks.

"He says the man that held him always told him his mum was dead. Maybe he's lying? Maybe he took him from his family when he was too young to remember?" Harry offers and Niall hums before thinking his options through.

"I still think the right thing for you to do is take him to the police. They'll know what to do." Harry runs a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Okay. Thanks, Ni. I'll see you later." He gives him a quick hug and makes a beeline towards Louis.

Louis was still sniffling but he smiled softly when Harry neared him.

"Come on, doll. Let's get you back to my flat yeah?"

"So I'm s-staying with you?" Louis asks hopefully, taking Harry's hand and letting him lead him out of the building.

"I'm thinking about that, lovely. Give me a few days, yeah?" Harry says and Louis nods quickly.

"Of course, sir! So...what are we doing today?" Louis asks as try leave the building, the small boy intertwining their fingers. Harry can't help but sigh in content, feeling Louis' small dainty hand in his.

They fit so perfectly together, it was taking Harry's breath away. He's never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

"I-I--whatever you want to do, love." Harry stutters, looking down at their hands. Louis beams up at him and turns to look around at the busy street.

His eyes scans over the buildings and he tugs Harry down the sidewalk, the older man apologizing every time he bumps into someone.

They stop in the corner of the street and Louis is staring at a couple standing under the awning of a cafe.

"Look, sir! They're holding hands too! Just like us!" The small boy pipes up and Harry hums in acknowledgement.

Louis watches them curiously and when the girl leans up to kiss the boy on the lips his eyes widen.

"What are they doing?" Louis questions. Harry looks at the couple before blushing slightly.

"They're kissing, doll." Harry explains. Louis looks up at him with a curious expression.

"Why do they do that?" Louis asks and Harry wants to cry at how innocent the boy is.

"Uh--people do that when they love someone. It's a way of telling someone you love them." Harry answers softly.

"You kissed my head. Do you love me?" Louis asks. Harry chokes on the words and he blushes down at the boy.

"I--I care about you."

"Do people only kiss like that when they're in love?" Louis asks, his cheeks rosy. Harry wants to tell him no. That sometimes people kiss you without any feeling behind the action. He wants to tell him that love doesn't exist and it's all fun and games until someone ends up with a broken heart. But he doesn't tell him that.

"Yeah." Harry answers softly. Louis smiles up at him. His next words catch him so off guard he stumbles back a bit.

"I think I'm in love with you, sir."

"W-Why is that?" Harry stammers with wide eyes.

"Because I want to kiss you like that."