Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter One

"No boss, I promise this is the last time. Okay. Yes Sir, thank you, goodbye Sir." Harry sighed as he got off the phone with his boss.

For the last week, Harry had been taking his three-year-old daughter to work; his bosses patience was wearing thin. You see Harry had regrettably made the mistake of firing his daughter's old babysitter before he had a new one, now he was desperately hanging flyers on community boards and stop signs.

He needed a sitter now. However, nobody seemed to be interested.

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"Daddy! I'm hungry!" Darcy shouted in her small voice as she carefully trodden down the stairs of their home. She had just arrived home with Harry from his work an hour ago.

"What do you want baby? Dinosaur pasta?" Harry asked in a small excited voice.

"Yes pwease!" Harry smiled, going towards the cabinet to find the tin of pasta; however, he was stopped in his tracks by a ringing doorbell. The curly haired man frowned, he wasn't expecting anyone at this time of the day; it was 6.00pm.

Harry turned towards his daughter with a sigh; he didn't want to deal with annoying salespeople at that moment. He had a stressful day at work, his boss constantly reminding him that he couldn't bring Darcy to the workplace anymore as she was a 'disruption'. 

His boss was a dickhead.

"Can you go into the living room baby and choose a movie for Daddy?" Harry asked kindly, watching as Darcy ran off to do just that.

So with a sigh, the twenty-three-year-old walked to the front door of his two-floor home.

"Hell-Oh.." Harry opened the door, eyes widening upon seeing who was standing behind the large wooden door.

There in front of him stood a short boy; he was a good foot shorter than Harry, he had caramel hair brushed into an adorable fringe. He was the definition of twink.

Harry wanted to hit himself; this boy looked 15, he can't be thinking these things about a teenager.

"He-hello Sir, are you the person interested in a sitter?" The still unnamed boy spoke, it made the curly haired man weak at the knees. He had a feminine voice; high pitched. It was then that Harry realised the boy was holding one of his flyers.

"Ye." Harry stopped himself as his voice cracked, clearing his voice with a cough he continued. "Yeah, I am. My name is Harry Styles. Who are you?"

"Louis Tomlinson pleased to meet you Sir." Harry wanted to tell the boy to merely call him by his first name, yet he also wanted to continue hearing Louis call him Sir. He was torn.

"So you're interested in babysitting my daughter?" Harry clarified, smiling as Louis nodded.

"Well, I was about to sit down and have dinner. Would you like to come in and we can conduct an interview of sorts?" Harry offered.

The small boy's smile faltered, as he looked up at the dark sky.

"I-I'm not sure Sir. I should probably get going... my brother will most likely be wondering where I am."

Harry frowned, he took note that Louis said brother, not father or mother.

"Okay, then Louis. How old are you? I assume you still attend school?"

Harry frowned when a small panicked look crossed the caramel haired boy's face.

"I-I'm turning sixteen in December. I-I um... I don't do school anymore." Louis mumbled the second half of the sentence. 

"What was that love?"

"I don't go to school. I dropped out in grade 10." The small boy looked up with sad eyes at the taller man, "I understand if you no longer want me to babysit."

Harry must admit, he was sceptical to allow a drop-out to take care of his daughter, however looking at the small boy once more, he knew that Louis wouldn't hurt her.

The boy was innocent.

"We can discuss all of this in the interview tomorrow at 6 pm? My house." Harry watched as Louis' eyes widened comically in surprise.

"Yes! Okay sure."

"See you then Louis."

With that, the small boy was running off of Harry's porch and down the road. Leaving a curious Harry to his own thoughts.