Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Two

"Lou? Where were you?" Liam asked as Louis entered the small run down rent house.

Liam was Louis' eldest brother; the latter appreciated his brother as he tried to give him and his four other siblings the best life possible.

"I was just out trying to find work." Louis sighed when Liam came up to hug him.

The Tomlinson's didn't have a luxurious life; they were considered poor. Liam and Louis had to drop out of school to provide for the family. Their mother was an alcoholic; they could hardly remember the last time they had seen her - most likely selling her body for a glass of beer.

Liam despised Jay for that reason; she had made her six children's lives terrible. Liam was the eldest of all six siblings having turned 17 recently, Louis was soon to be 16, Lottie was 11, Fizzy 10 and the twins Phoebe and Daisy, were 8.

The family was lucky to have two meals a day, luxuries like chocolate bars and telephones were out of the question. Liam worked overtime at McDonald's and as a Pizza delivery guy, sometimes coming home exhausted after an illegal eleven-hour shift.

He didn't want to be working at 17; he wanted to be at school complaining about homework.

Yet, the family needed the money.

Liam will never forgive himself for asking Louis to drop-out of school. But, the eldest sibling knew that he alone, on minimum wage, couldn't put enough food on the table to survive.

Liam sighed as he sat next to Louis on the handmade wooden table, they couldn't afford a new dining table, so Liam had put his woodwork skills to work using trims of old timber.

"I'm sorry Lou..."

"It's not your fault Li. I was happy to drop out, knowing the girls get a slightly better life. I just need to find employment for that to happen."

Liam smiled sadly at his brother. "Love you, little bro."

"Love you to Li."

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Louis sighed as he stood at Harry's front door, looking at the cheap watch on his wrist. He was counting down the seconds until 6.00pm.

5.59.57

5.59.58

5.59.59

6.00.00

The small boy took a deep breath before knocking on Harry's front door. He didn't know what Harry was looking for in a babysitter, but he prayed he fit every category. His family desperately needed a few extra dollars.

"Hello, Louis, glad you could make it."

Louis glanced up once the door opened, revealing a stunning looking Harry. Louis wants to thank the God's for making him gay as he can truly appreciate the sexiness that is Harry.

"Hello, Sir. Thank you for having me." The small boy smiled politely as he shook the elder man's hand. He then realised how huge Harry's hands were.

They dwarfed his own petite hands.

"Come in."

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Have you ever had that moment when you're in a near silent room, and your stomach just will not stop rumbling?

Well, Louis is experiencing that right now. He hadn't eaten anything except a simple can of baked beans all day, and usually, he was used to the lack of nutrition; however for some reason, his stomach decided to growl.

Harry seemed to ignore it the first time continuing asking the small boy some questions.

"So Louis, why do you think you would be good as a babysitter?"

"Well, I take care of my four younger siblings and love it. Kids are great." Louis smiled. However, he was secretly pushing his hands against his stomach in an attempt to hide the loud rumbles.

"That's sweet. So you said you're sixteen in two months correct?" Harry asked as he leant back in the wooden dining chair.

Louis nodded in confirmation.

"And you said you dropped out of school this year?"

"Ye-yes Sir."

Harry frowned, "If you don't mind me asking Louis.... why is that?"

Harry stared at the small petite boy, on second thoughts, he wasn't just petite, he looked rather thin.

Too thin.

Louis seemed like the perfect person to babysit his daughter, but he wanted to know why he didn't stay in school.

"Umm money is a bi-bit tight..."

Louis didn't expand upon his answer; he hated when people felt sorry for him. Especially rich people such as Harry who had most likely never understood what it is like to not be able to afford adequate amounts of food.

It was then that Louis' stomach rumbled again. This time Harry laughed.

"Sorry..." Louis whispered, embarrassed. He seemed to shrink in on himself.

"Are you hungry? Would you like some food?"

Louis was about to answer however a small voice interrupted him, "Daddy? Is dis my new sitter?"