Thank You {Hybrid!Louis//Larry stylinson}

Chapter 4

 

   

                * Chapter 4 *

  Harry P.o.v.

  "Knock, knock," I heard on the wood door of the hotel, whithout an answer the door opened and Paul walked in with three brown and red pizza boxes in his hands. "Finally," Niall breathed out, leaning forward on the hotel bed and slapping his hands against the sheets. Zayn chuckled and Liam rolled his eyes.

"Ni, it hasn't even been thirty minutes. Duh," Liam stated, adding a bit of sass at the end. Niall just stuck his tongue out and turned to Paul, making grabby hands towards him, signaling he wanted the pizzas. Of course.

   "Here Niall," Paul set the boxes down at the end of their bed, "Well boys, remember to feed him-" he pointed towards the curled up sleeping boy with his head half way on my lap, "and keep him warm, yeah?" He said with his arms at his sides, standing by the door. I nodded towards him, "We will. He'll be okay." I stated, and he nodded. Paul sighed and gently smiled.

   "Well, goodnight boys. Love you." Paul said, earning a loud, 'Love you Paulie' from Niall, Liam, and Zayn while I just waved and smiled at him as he closed the door.

  I brought my attention back to the sleeping boy on my lap. He's younger than me, I know that. Younger than all of us. He's probably around fifteen or sixteen, very small and weak for his age. I guess he's always been shorter and skinnier. He seems like a good lad, probably knows his way around, maybe not. He has to be smart to be living still, on his own. I know he wasn't purposely living alone in that alley, that dirty, wet, smelly, moldy, alleyway. I wonder where his family is. Does he have a family? Where are they? Did they leave him all alone, on his own? Did they die?

   These questions swirled through my mind like after you flush a toilet, it just goes round and round, like a record.

Sighing, I pulled the blankets around him closer, to keep him warm.

   "Harry, you want some pizza?" I blinked a couple times to re focus then looked at Liam, who had asked me, "Maybe in a bit, after this little lad wakes up." I said nodding towards the boy. He nodded, "M'kay," He mumbled, turning back to Z and Ni, who were arguing if Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana was the best song of the 90's or if Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice was.

  I shook my head, they could be total idiots sometimes. I think Smells Like Teen Spirit is obviously the number one song, duh. I rolled my eyes.

  "Ehhh," I turned my head down to the boy in my lap who had just whimpered in his sleep, and was now shaking. I took my hand and stroked his soft, dirty, oily, hair and made soft, "Shh," noises. The other boys were watching, so I gave them a soft smile, "He's just dreaming...hopefully he'll wake up soon." I told them, looking at the boy.

  After I said that, his eyes snapped open and he jerked forward. He was shaking, and was pale. Very pale.

   "Shh, we're not gonna hurt you, babe," I soothed, trying to touch him, but he jumped up off the bed and faced us, slowly walking backwards, his back hitting the wall. He was panting and shaking and I felt so bad for him.

   "Love, calm down, you're safe. We have food, come on love, sit down, I'll explain, yeah?" I asked holding my hand out, even though I was sitting on the bed and he was feet away from me. He started shaking his head rapidly back and forth.

   "Shh, stop that love. Come here, we just want to help you, not hurt you..I promise." I said smiling at him. He hesitated, looking like he was scared, and didn't know what to do.