Harry Styles has been living on the street for almost a year now. He used to be a warm, gentle, outgoing boy, but living on the street changes a person. Now he's cold, harsh, keeps to himself.
One day he's doing his usual routine of suckering peopl...
The curly haired wakes up the next morning, in a different room than the one he previously woke up in. This one is smaller, bed wise anyways, and it's fairly plain; basic furniture, simple beige walls. Harry grabs a pillow and throws it over his face, blocking the sunlight that is streaming in from the windows.
He's almost asleep again, when his stomach grumbles. Groaning, Harry sits up, rubbing a hand down his face, before he throws his legs over the side of the bed, standing up.
Harry walks out of the bedroom and heads down the stairs, to the kitchen. As he walks, he notices that he doesn't hear any voices or noises anywhere in the house that would indicate any of the boys being awake. He frowns, but shrugs it off, beginning to look through cabinets, praying the boys won't get mad at him, to see what he can make for breakfast. In the third cabinet he opens, he sees a box of pancake mix.
He sets that on the counter, then moves around the kitchen to look for the rest of the ingredients. He finds, and grabs, a box of patty sausages to make as well.
By the time the food is done, and he's plating it and sitting it around the table, Niall and Lam walk into the kitchen, rubbing at their eyes. Both of them light up when they see breakfast made, Niall actually squealing and running over to Harry, squeezing him into a hug and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Harry's surprised to notice it doesn't bother him.
Niall plops down in the nearest chair, immediately beginning to shovel the food into his mouth. Liam shakes his head at the blond, then turns to Harry, giving him a smile. "You didn't have to cook anything, babe."
"I wanted too though." Harry shrugs, returning a small smile. "I was hungry and I figured I could make you guys something too, kind of like a thank you. Plus I used to love cooking." He tells them, ducking his head down to look at his bare feet, rubbing the back of his neck.
Liam nods, but he doesn't push the boy to say anything else. Instead he says, "Well, thank you."
Harry glances back up and nods, before taking a seat beside Niall. On his own plate, he only has one pancake and one piece of sausage, knowing his stomach won't be able to handle much at all, considering his food intake has been extremely limited the past year.
Zayn and Louis enter the kitchen not too long later, stopping dead in their tracks when they see the food. "What-?" Zayn cuts himself off, blinking.
"Harry cooked," Liam tells them, after swallowing his bite of sausage.
The two boys quickly round the table, sitting down in the two remaining chairs. Louis ends up next to Harry, while Zayn sits across from Harry, next to Liam.
Throughout the meal, all four of them make sure to repeatedly tell Harry how good the food is, albeit Niall mostly does so with his mouth full of food, something Liam scolds him for every time.
"Thank you so much, H. It was delicious." Louis says, leaning back in his chair.
"No problem," Harry shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant, although his cheeks burn slightly. They all notice, but don't say anything about it, not wanting to embarrass the boy or make him feel uncomfortable.
Zayn and Liam stand up, grabbing all the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink, rinsing them off quickly. Harry tries to help, but Niall moves from his chair to Harry's lap.
"You cooked for us," Zayn tells him. "Least we can do is clean up."
"So what would you like to do today?" Niall asks once everything is done, not getting off of Harry's lap, but instead turning around and wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.
The other three send Niall a warning look over Harry's shoulder when Harry tenses up. Harry shrugs though. "I honestly don't care. You guys choose."
"We could go see a movie," Louis suggests, turning in his chair until his knees rest against Harry's thigh.
"We could go to the park and hang out." Liam also suggests.
"I kind of like the park idea," Zayn says, glancing around at everyone's reactions.
"Me too." Niall agrees. Then he looks at the curly haired boy he's sitting on. "You, Hazza?"
"That sounds fun," Harry nods.
Louis pouts, but he nods as well. "Fine. Park it is then."
"Don't pout, LouLou." Niall chirps, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips. Harry feels his eyes widen, glancing back to see Liam and Zayn watching them, though Zayn doesn't look upset.
Harry frowns in confusion, but shrugs it off. It's none of my business, he thinks.
All five of them disperse to get ready for the day, then meet back up in the living room once they're done. Harry's the last one to enter, and everyone's eyes turn to him once he does, widening. "Woah, Harry." Zayn breathes.
"What?" He frowns. "Do I look bad?"
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Four heads quickly shake. "You look hot as hell." Niall tells him, biting his lip.
"Oh." Harry mumbles, his cheeks heating up. Louis holds his hand out for Harry, who hesitates just for a second, before he takes the hand. As they all walk out to the car, Niall grabs onto his other hand, pecking the emerald-eyed boy's cheek. Louis opens the backseat door for Harry and Niall to slide in, along with Liam. Then he hops in the driver seat, Zayn getting in the passenger. Niall doesn't release his hold on Harry's hand.
Louis starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, turning right to head towards the park, which thankfully isn't too far from their house.
"Hey, Harry?" Zayn calls out a minute into the silent drive.
"Yeah?" Harry answers, looking towards Zayn's seat.
"We have a few close friends that we'd like you to meet sometime." Zayn tells him. Seeing the look of alarm on Harry's face, he rushes to explain further. "Not like right this second, just whenever you're ready to meet them."
"I promise they're nice, Haz. They won't judge you or hurt you." Liam tells him quietly, warm brown eyes piercing cold emerald ones.
Harry thinks it over, his gaze never straying from Liam's. Then he nods. "B-But... I don't want to just yet."
"That's perfectly fine, love." Louis says, sending a smile through the mirror. Then he turns into the park.
Holy crap this took like 89408 years to update. I'm so sorry, I honestly forgot about this story. I'll start doing more frequent updates though x Twitter/Instagram: toplinson_haz Tumblr: larrylashtonmalum
