The Help

Chapter One

A/N: Hi. Um. I don't remember my author's note in my original post on tumblr, but I think it had something to do with the fact that I was high when I was writing it and I had written it in two instances I think because it ended in sex and I was just not going to be known as the person who shoves sex between strangers in the first chapter so here you go:

Harry was sitting on the leather couch in his living room playing video games with my step-dad came in.

“We're leaving now Harry,” he said, “The new gardener will be here today, show him where the shed is. We have to go now.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Harry replied as his stepfather rolled his eyes and continued out of the door, following Harry's mum. Harry continued to play video games until he heard a familiar rumbling come through his stomach. He put his game controller down and walked into the kitchen. Before he could search through the kitchen, there was a knock on the living room door. Harry went to answer, suspecting it to be the new gardener.

He walked to the door and opened it. The gardener was a bit shorter than him with a brown fringe and blue eyes. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt and capri jeans. He had his hands in his pockets and his sunglasses hung from his shirt. His smile was dazzling and Harry felt his heart do a little ping it only did for girls. What was the feeling? Surely not infatuation, he had only liked girls. Sure, he had realised he was bisexual, but he had never found a boy he really liked.

“Hi,” the gardener flashed a smile, “I'm Louis, the new gardener.” He put his hand out for Harry to shake and Harry took it. Louis hands were soft to the touch and hot and sweaty. It was a humid day.

“Hi Louis. I'm Harry. My dad's not home but I'm supposed to show you the shed with all the gardening tools. It's around back,” Harry told him, leading him inside and taking a look around his house. He hoped it looked nice, especially since Louis was cute and he didn't want him to think badly. Louis was obviously older though, maybe by a year or two but it was obvious. Harry was still in high school and Louis obviously wasn't if he was a gardener.

Harry lead him out to the backyard, and pointed towards the metal shed in the corner of the nice yard. “It's there,” Harry told him, looking Louis up and down, taking him in again. Harry was pretty charismatic and charming, but there was something about Louis that made him want to stare and get closer but he was acting too shy to. He was never shy; he didn't understand why he was acting that way.

“Thanks, mate,” Louis thanked him, patting him on the back. “I'll probably be done in an hour or two. Do you know when your dad will be back?”

“No,” Harry shook his head, “They are usually out all night on Tuesdays.”

Louis nodded and continued through the yard, heading for the shed.

Harry stood there for a second until Louis had entered the shed and was digging around in it when he got an idea. He wanted to watch Louis work in the yard without being obvious. He really wanted to get to know Louis, and maybe watching him would let him into his little secret.

Harry ran inside and grabbed his macbook and the ran back outside, halting to a walk as he reached the back door. There was a patio right outside the door, complete with step stones and white beach chairs under a canopy. Harry sat in one of the chairs- the one facing the gardener shed- and opened his laptop. It wasn't obvious that he was staring at Louis, was it? He wasn't sure as he logged into facebook and checked his notifications. He waited a few minutes, messaged a few of his friends, and then he heard the lawn mower and he looked up. His eyes met a shirtless Lou starting to mow the lawn near the shed. He had a beautiful body with a perfect chest and his eyes met Harry's for a second. Harry looked away really fast and pretended to continue to message people on facebook. Did he just blow his cover?