Homeless

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: "And then he was like, 'stop digging through my trash or else I'll get my gun!' So I ran as fast as I could out the gate, but I did get some good grub!" The blonde haired boy says laughing at the memory, Harry laughs a little too, "You're so fucking weird Niall, why don't you just go to the dumpsters behind restaurants? They don't mind, they throw out plenty of good food!" Niall looks as if Harry has just insulted him, "That's not classy at all!" Harry gives him an estranged look but shrugs his shoulders as they continue walking down the street. The two guys had been best friends since they'd met around 10 years back, when Harry had just dropped out of high school and had nowhere to turn. Niall was also on the streets, going nowhere but he'd been there his whole life. His family never really had any money so they'd lived on the streets for as long as he remembered. The two homeless boys roamed the streets of London with no direction, just talking like the best friends they were. Even if they were homeless, they could always have a good time without having to spend any money. Harry looks forward to see a man wearing a suit and tie, his brown hair perfectly in place and a briefcase in his hand. Harry cringes, rich people are the worst, they think they're so much better than everyone else when in reality, they're huge snobs. Louis is quickly walking down the slightly crowded streets of London, he always seems to be in a hurry these days. Sometimes he wishes he could just slow down. He looks over to see two men dressed in ugly looking rags, their hair both greasy and messy. He feels sick to his stomach, homeless people annoy him, how could they not have a home? Or a job? He shakes his head, looking down at his watch and quickening his pace until he reaches his office building and goes to the elevator and hits the button, the doors open and he quickly steps in hitting the button for floor seven. The doors close slowly as the metal box begins moving upwards at an equally slow pace. Louis breaths out deeply as he's still trying to catch his breath. As soon as the doors open, he quickly walks out again, he walks straight to the older mans desk from the day before and sets the manilla folders in front of him, "Here you are, Mr. Anderson, I finished it all for you." Louis says, smiling warmly at him, He looks straight into his eyes coldly, a few seconds pass as he stares into his eyes and Louis' smile fades. "Is there something else?" The man asks, "No, I just-" "You wanted me to lie and tell you what a GREAT job you did on this paperwork? Well GREAT job for doing your god damned job. Now get out of my office." Mr. Anderson says rudely, "Y-yes sir" Louis quickly shuffles out of the office and walks to his, plopping down in his chair and taking another deep breath. He buries his face in his hands but quickly raises his head when he hears the door to his office open, a well groomed man with black hair up in a quiff looked at him, his brown eyes concerned, "Hey Zayn, what do you need?" Zayn swiftly closes the door and sits down in a chair across from Louis' desk, "What were you doing in the bosses office?" "I was just dropping off some paperwork." Louis says, "Oh, so you're not fired?" "fired!? Why would I get fired!?" Louis shoots back, Zayn puts up his hands in defense, "Woah, I don't know, you just never know with that guy!" "Sorry for snapping at you Zayn, I've barely gotten any sleep in days." Louis rubs one of his small hands over his face and sighs out. "I know how you feel man, it's hard to sleep with all this work. But, it'll get better." Zayn gives Louis a reassuring smile and Louis gives him a weak smile back before Zayn stands up, "Well, I guess we should get back to work then." "I guess so." Louis sighs. "See you later Louis." "Bye Zayn." The black haired man leaves Louis' office and Louis grabs a folder out of his file and begins working once again.