Homeless (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 6

Harry doesn't go back to Louis'. He doesn't do his laundry anymore, he doesn't buy him groceries, he doesn't even walk by his house. It's not like he had to anymore anyway. The was up; it had been a month. Now it was back to is regular life of stealing things out of garbage cans and hiding from the police. Harry almost wishes he never went in that house in the first place. Why couldn't I have gone to the house next door where there wasn't a gorgeous playgirl lap dancer? Harry kept asking himself. Why did I have I fall in love with him? He ask too.

The truth is, he really did fall in love with him. Maybe it was for his body at first, but then it was the fact that no one's ever been as nice to Harry as Louis was. No one's ever given him clothes or let him take a shower or any of what Louis did for him.

But Louis was no longer doing that for him, so he had to get over it. He had to move on. Harry got what he wanted anyway; a nice lap dance and they even kissed which was amazing. So why did Harry want more?

Harry was sitting behind a run down building one day where he goes a lot. There's a couple blankets and a dumpster that dumps fresh food at least every morning from the breakfast place across the street. It's the best place Harry can get. He has the picture of Louis in his hand, the one he loves the most. He wants to rip it up and throw it away, but he'd end up wanting again and regretting it, so he holds on to it. He can't keep his eyes off it. He stares at it for what seems like hours, until-

"That's hot," a voice says behind him. Harry jerks his head around to the small alley way that's just directly to his left and sees a boy peering over his shoulder from a couple feet away.

"Um...." Harry begins, not knowing what to say. He puts the picture down and looks up at the boy. He seems to been around Harry's age. He has tan skin, but not spray tanned like Louis' looks, more like dark skinned. His hair almost black and stuck up into a quiff and his clothes are nicer than Harry's old ones.He's not homeless, but he's poor.

"What are you doing behind here? Do you live here or something?" The boy asked walking to face Harry.

"Uh....kind of, not really though," Harry said.

"Really? Your clothes are too nice for you to be homeless. You steal them?"

"No...." Harry didn't feel like explaining he got them from someone.

"Oh. Haven't seen you around, mate. Name's Zayn."

"Harry," Harry said figuring it wouldn't be so bad to meet new people and get his mind off Louis. Before he can say anything else, Zayn snatches the picture of Louis from his hand and holds it up. Harry scrambles to his feet and tries to take it from him, but zayn is taller and bigger.

"Who's this? Your dream boy?" Zayn asked chuckling.

"....no!" Harry yelled

"Then why were you drooling over it, mate? He your boy toy?"

"He's hot, okay?" Harry said and stopped struggling to get the picture back from Zayn.

"You think? I dunno, I don't really role in that direction," Zayn said handing the picture back to Harry.

"Oh yeah? Look at these," Harry said and shuffled through his sack until he found the other pictures of Louis.

"Woah, that's a little much for me. But he's pretty attractive. This one's hot, I'll admit that," Zayn said looking over the one where he's laying on a car. "Why do you have all of these?"

Harry decided Zayn seemed like a nice guy so he told him everything that had happened with Louis.

"So you are homeless?" was all Zayn could say.

"Yeah," was all Harry could say.

"You know there's a home for boys right down the street. Ever thought of stopping by there?"

"I've been there, but they kicked me out the first week. I have a problem with stealing," Harry said not wanting to admit it, but he really did have a problem. He was so used to it, he just did it and didn't even think twice anymore even when someone was right in front of him.

"I'll be they'll take you in. There's a lot of open spaces left. I hate seeing kids my age on the street," Zayn said sympathetically and patted Harry on the back. With out knowing what he was doing, he decided to go with Zayn. He grabbed his backpack and headed around the corner to a run down brick building that said "Home For Lost Boys." Harry chuckled at the name. He was really lost.

Zayn opened the door and it creaked loudly. Harry stepped inside. The place was old and rundown, small and dirty. It didn't feel like home like Louis' house. But of course it would do.

Before Harry could walk another foot, he already say little kids running across the hallway, chasing each other and screaming. They looked around 7. Then a flustered boy around Harry and Zayn's age appeared around the corner.

"Where's Perrie? The kids are acting crazy again.....who's this?" The boy said ruffling his short, light brown hair.

"This is Harry," Zayn said to him. "Harry, this is Liam."

Harry waved to the boy staring at him skeptically.

"Where have you been? I need help with these kids and I don't know where Perrie and Mrs. Walpole went!" Liam through his hands in the air and walked to the dirty kitchen. Pots and pans were piled high and kid's cups and plates were scattered on the table.

"I've just been around town and then I found Harry and he's looking for a home."

"That's nice. Can you help me with the kids? Go calm them down," Liam said doing the dishes. Zayn sighed and told Harry to stay put. Harry waited in the kitchen. A couple minutes later, the loud noise of screeching kids slowly died down.

".....really hungry, where's Perrie?" another boy said coming down the hallway into the kitchen.

"I've been asking the same thing," Liam said. "There's some leftovers in the fridge, Niall."

The young boy with light blonde hair ran over to the fridge and then turned to Harry.

"Who'er you mate?" The boy said kindly.

"Uh...I'm Harry. I came here with Zayn."

"Are you here to stay?"

"Maybe," Harry shrugged. Zayn appeared in the doorway suddenly, almost out of breath.

"Okay, Mrs. Walpole's upstairs. She's probably sleeping, but she needs to wake up sooner or later. C'mon, let's introduce you," Zayn said to Harry.

"And Perrie?" Liam asked not looking up from the dishes.

"What about her?"

"You don't know where she is?"

"Why would I know?" Zayn said.

"I dunno, because you're in love with her?"

"Shut up!" Zayn said blushing, saying it to Niall too who was laughing with a mouthful on food.

"Let's go..." Zayn said pushing Harry up the stairs.

"Who's Perrie?" Harry asked Zayn.

"She helps take care of us. She basically works here. There's also Mrs. Walpole, Sophia, Kendall and Eleanor," he said.

Zayn and him came up to a door and stood in front of it.

"She's really nice, but she's mean when she wants to be. Do you know your manners?"

"I'm homeless, not a delinquent," Harry said. Zayn chuckled, then introduced Harry to Mrs. Walpole. She seemed to really like Harry and kept squeezing his cheeks and ruffling his hair. She said she'd let him stay there for as long as he liked, but of course he'd have to help around the house. Zayn, Liam, and Niall already had jobs so he's basically be home alone the whole day. He didn't mind though. That would give him enough time to explore what an actual home was like. The backyard was huge and had a lot

of old, rickety swings sets and tire swings. He had an actual bed and it wasn't like his was just a job like it was at Louis' house. This was a home, not Louis'. He tried to tell himself that. He tried to forget about Louis. He tried so hard.