Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Six

Louis looked around Harry's lounge room. It will never cease to amaze Louis how expensive everything seemed. The small boy was afraid to break a single thing, hell - a mere vase may have cost Harry thousands.

Louis found himself slightly envious of Darcy; she would grow up with everything she desired. Even now, she was three and had a television in her bedroom and an iPad. Harry sure spoilt her.

"Hi, Darcy." Louis squeaked when the small girl turned her attention away from the enormous television and towards him.

"Wouis!" She cheered.

Hearing her innocent voice made Louis' day, she was adorable. Before the fifteen-year-old could respond Harry was talking.

"I am just going to head upstairs and continue to get ready. Louis, please make sure she eats breakfast. While I am at work, she needs to eat a snack, lunch, if she is hungry before afternoon tea offer her some chocolate milk. There is a list on the fridge of what you need to make for lunch and afternoon tea. Umm what else..." Louis smiled as the older man rambled.

"Don't worry Sir; I will take excellent care of her."

"Okay, thank you, Louis. I will be heading upstairs now. I need to leave in half an hour."

With that, Harry was racing upstairs.

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As the rich man searched through his seemingly endless cupboard, his thoughts continued to drift to the curvy boy who was a set of stairs away from him.

Louis was wearing a brown shirt, much too small for him with stains littering the collar. It looked years old. Harry frowned as he picked up his 2017 GUCCI jacket... He realised how often he took what he had for granted.

Louis and his family had nothing, they barely got by with the little money they had; yet here Harry was binning his 2016 collection clothing in exchange for thousands of dollars worth of new 2017 designer clothes.

Maybe I should buy him a new shirt.

Harry thought to himself. Louis seemed like a sweet boy, as did his brother Liam. It would be an act of kindness if he helped the boy out; he was obviously disadvantaged economically.

From that moment on Harry decided to spoil Louis, just like he would Darcy.

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"Weeeeee." Darcy squealed as she used Louis' legs, which were bent at an acute angle as a slide.

The boy was laying on the couch, smiling at the girl. However, on the inside, he was anything but happy. Harry should be home by now, no, scratch that.

Harry should have been home an hour ago.

Louis passed it off that the man was busy at work, he didn't mind staying later to watch Darcy - in fact, he enjoyed watching the little girl. It reminded him of when he was very little, and life was all right.

Before the drama with his mother.

But what worried him was Liam. His brother would more than likely send out a search party for him. He was the definition of overprotective.

"When is Daddy coming home Wouis?" Asked Darcy as she sat on the boy's stomach. She was as light as a feather.

"Daddy is busy at work, are you hungry?"

Louis checked the time, noticing it was 6.30pm.

"Yep."

With that one word, Louis was picking the small girl up and taking her into the kitchen.

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Harry felt like shit; it was 11 pm. He had been forced to work overtime because it seemed all the employees had called in sick. He wasn't able to call Louis because he smashed his phone and it wouldn't turn on. To add to his day of misery, his car broke down on the way home.

Let's just say he was having a bad day.

But, when he walked inside; what he saw made him smile. The curly haired man kicked off his shoes at the front door before placing his work bag on the kitchen bench.

He continued into his lounge room with a pile of Ralph Lauren shirts in his hand; he had bought them home from work for Louis.

"Loui- oh," Harry whispered as he noticed the caramel haired boy was fast asleep on the leather couch, hugging his knees to his chest.

Harry smiled sadly at the young boy, it was his first day working for him, and he already had to work overtime.

The elder man picked up a throw which was hanging over the edge of the one seater chair and covered the innocent boy with it as he placed the pile of four shirts next to him.

"Sleep well, Louis. You're an angel."