Third POV
Back in Cheshire….
Harry stood outside as the moving truck waited for the last of his stuff. His parents came outside and so did his sister, Gemma.
"I hope you don't do anything stupid over there." his mum says as she hugged him.
"I promise I won't Mum." Harry grins as he looked over at his step-father, Robin.
"You be good. I'll make sure that Louis keeps a good eye on you." he says as he hugged his son for the last time.
"Don't worry Dad. He's my best friend. He'll have to make sure I'm in order."
"And if you see any cute boys over there-"
"No Gem!" Harry laughs as he hugged his sister tightly.
"Is that all?" the truck mover asks, jumping off of the driver's seat.
"Yeah. And thank you." Harry smiles at the kind man.
* * * *
He stood at the newly furnished apartment. Louis stood next to him, patting him on the back.
"Welcome to London mate."
Harry grinnned back at him, and replied, "It's good to be here. I need some space from what had happened."
"Well, I'm just glad that you're safe." Louis adds, plopping down on the couch.
"So am I." Harry mutters under his breath as he got closer to him.
* * * *
"Aye Harry! Wake up mate!" Louis screams as he shook the younger lad.
He woke up to see the feathery locks of his older friend. "Good morning." He says groggily as he squinted to take in a better view.
"We should go out!" Louis exclaims. He started to make the bed shake and Harry wanted it to be over with already.
"Alright." he replies simply. He sat upwards to see his friend grinning at him.
"Where are we going?" Harry asks.
"Somewhere." Louis says mysteriously as he climbed out of bed.
Harry eyed his friend and responded, "You know I can't trust you-"
"Oh shut up and get dressed! We're going to my other best friend's house!"
"Why?" Harry asks again.
"Just cause he's my best friend. And I bet you guys would get along quite nicely. So, stop asking questions and start getting dressed." he says as he walked over to his closet.
Harry shrugged and walked out of Louis' room and into his new one.
"A fresh new start..." he whispers to himself as he looked around his fully done closet.
* * * *
The two lads arrived at the mansion. Harry's jaw dropped as he got out of Louis' car.
"And who is this friend of our's anyways? A billionaire?"
"No. He's adopted. Well, his uncle got custody of him because his mum died and his dad was being a drunk asshole."
"What's his name?" Harry asks as Louis rung the doorbell.
"Niall."
Sorry for the shortness! I'm going to be writing Missing or Scars. Which ever. Then One Little Chance! I'll even update a new chapter for this if you'd like!(:
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