bracelets // l.s

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this is gonna be written in third person
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"this is super good," harry said round a mouthful.

"glad to know. and what did i say about talking with your mouth full?" louis said.

harry shrugged. the lad had come over in the morning, waking louis up. obviously harry was a morning person, seeing as he came at 7:30. louis rather liked to sleep in on his days off.

"it's a habit. hey, what's your name, mr. stranger?" the young boy asked.

"it's louis."

harry nodded.

"thank you by the way! mum went to work already. im gonna be soooo bored all day, lewis!" harry whined. louis scowled at the boy.

"louis, harold. not lewis. and you're welcome. todays my day off, I have to go to work tomorrow so come in the morning and ill give you food for breakfast and lunch. ill see you around dinner time, so i suppose you'll be alright. while its on my mind, by the way, don't you go to school?" louis said. he really did wonder what this kid did.

harry shook his head.

"I do online schooling. mum doesn't want me to be near other people." he shrugged.

"why the hell is this mother so controlling," louis muttered under his breath.

"do you do any sports? footie?" the older lad asked.

"i wanted to be on a footie team, but mum said I'm not good enough for that. but I do have a ball for it, so sometimes ill go and play with it in the yard."

okay, now this is getting suspicious, louis thought.

it's almost as if everything he had asked the curly haired lad he had mentioned his mum.

do you go to school? no, mum said i shouldnt go near other people.

do you play any sports? i wanted to play footie, but mum said i wasnt good enough.

and it's not only what louis had asked about him.

'I don't eat for the whole week cause mum doesn't let me'

'mum wasn't very happy about me meeting you"

this had louis wondering what was going on in harry's home life.

"im not very good at footie anyways. she was right." harry said sadly.

louis shook his head in frustration. then, an idea popped into his head.

"say, i can teach you. how bout after work everyday you can come meet me in the back and ill teach you, sound good?" louis had offered.

"really? you'd do that for me?" harry's eyes brightened.

"course. it's the least I can do." he smiled softly.

"yes!" harry jumped up from his seat on the couch and bounced around.

"I'll show you mum! I'll be the best footie player ever!" harry smiled with glee.

louis chuckled.

"so, how about we start now?"

"seriously?! you're the best mr. louis!" harry squealed and rushed over to tackle the blue eyed boy in a hug.

"y-you're welcome. let's get your ball, hm?" louis asked, feeling his arms wrapping around harry's waist.

he could feel harry nod against his neck, before he let go. harry ran to get his ball while louis leaned against the wall.

louis sighed. well, there goes my day off. but for some reason, he didn't see it as such a bad thing.