Homeless

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The curly haired boy now walks alone on the dark, empty London streets. Well, empty except for him and one other man. Louis walks cautiously down the dark London streets, he usually doesn't go out past dark, but he got out of work late trying to finish some things up. These two men walk along in the cold October air, they come from different worlds. And they're completely unaware of what is to come, something that'll change their minds about each other. Something that'll change their minds about the world. Harry walks at a slow pace, going nowhere specific, just trying to find a nice place to sleep tonight. Louis walks at a slightly quicker pace, trying to get back to his flat before all the bad people come out, looks like he didn't get there in time... "Hey rich boy!" A tall man comes out of a dark ally, looming scarily over the small man. Louis tries to walk quicker but is stopped when the large man grabs his arm, "I'm talking to you. It's rude to walk away!" Louis tries to pull his arm away but fails miserably when the large muscular man grabs his other arm and slams him against the brick wall of the building nearest to them. The large man gets in the smaller mans face, his hot breath hitting Louis' face "I said, it's fucking RUDE." He spats. "S-s-sorry, I just need to get home." The large man lets out a deep, menacing laugh, "You can get back to your posh palace after you give me some stuff. I need some cash." The larger man begins looking up and down at Louis, "I don't have anything, I swear." The man laughs again, unhumorously, "Bullshit." He begins grabbing in Louis' pockets and Louis begins yelling, "HELP, SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP ME!" The large man immediately stops, putting his large hand over Louis' mouth, "You'd better shut the fuck up before I make you." He reaches in his back pocket, pulling something out. Louis looks in his hand and sees a large knife, his eyes widening as he stops yelling. "That's what I thought pretty boy, now let's see what you've got here..." He begins digging in Louis' pockets as Louis' thoughts race everywhere, what could he do? He can't just stand here defenselessly, before he could finish his thoughts he sees a dirty looking mop of curls flash by, grabbing the large man and pulling him down. The large man looked stunned, but not for more than a few seconds before pulling out the large knife he had shown Louis not a minute before. Without any thought he sticks it straight into the curly haired boys leg, getting up and sprinting away with Louis' wallet, keys, and phone. Louis can hardly breathe now, his heart racing at a million miles per hour. This homeless man had just saved his life, while risking his own. Louis looks down at the boy again, realizing what he needed to do. "We need to get you to the hospital!" Louis reaches down and grabs the mans shoulders, helping him up. It's hard because Louis is so much smaller, but somehow he manages to help him up. The curly haired boy still wincing in pain, "I don't need to go to the hospital." He says, wincing once again. "What? Yes you do! You have a knife in your leg!" "I don't need to go." He says harshly, Louis ignores the boys requests and continues helping him towards the hospital. "I'm sorry we can't get a cab, the man took all my money." Harry snorts, "That's why you posh people should stay inside, so I don't have to get stabbed in the fuckin' leg." "I'm so sorry about that, I didn't mean for that to happen and-" "Just shut your damn mouth, I don't need your apology. It won't help my leg...and where are we going?" "The hospital!" "I TOLD YOU, IM NOT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL. I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY TO PAY TO GO TO THE DAMNED HOSPITAL. SO JUST LEAVE ME ON THIS CORNER AND I'LL GET THE KNIFE OUT MYSELF." "Don't worry about paying, I've got it. You did save me, after all." "I don't want your pity money. I can fix this myself." "It's not pity money! It's thanks for saving my life money. That man would've surly killed me." They soon reach the hospital while Harry is still protesting about Louis paying for him. Immediately when they reach the emergency room, a stretcher is out for Harry to lay on, once he lays down, a man in blue scrubs begins pushing it along the room, but then Louis realizes, "Wait! Wait!" The man doesn't stop pushing the stretcher. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" Louis hears a sigh and then a deep voice, "It's Harry."