homeless [l.s.]

14

"say thank you to mr. harry, zayn."

zayn clutched louis' leg, "thank you, mr. harry." he mumbled, smushing his face up to louis' oversized jeans.

harry chuckled, "you're welcome, mr. zayn."

after an awkward silence, louis spoke.

"um, har-harry, honestly, thank you for, uh- that. thanks." louis stuttered, fumbling with his fingers.

smiling, harry stepped forward and ruffled louis' already messy hair, "don't worry about it."

as if they were in a movie, the boys nodded at each other and went their separate ways. harry -probably- walked towards his house, and louis and zayn wandered off to wherever their car had been parked.

while walking, louis checked his watch, it read 4:57pm.

"zayn," louis turned around to see zayn walking as if he was drunk, "what are you doing?"

"walking." he slurred.

"you look like you're this close-" he showed two fingers close together "-to falling asleep."

"i'm not."

louis chuckled, "okay, c'mere."

zayn turned away and dramatically folded his arms, "no."

louis scooped him up before he could run, although zayn whined and wiggled around in his grasp before eventually giving up and going limp.

"don't go limp on me yet, mister. you still need a bath."

"but i don't want a bath!" zayn moaned.

"yes you do." louis replied, stroking the back of his son's neck.

"hmph."

after cleaning themselves with louis' famous aloe vera soap, drying themselves and changing, it was around near 6pm.

louis rummaged around to find anything to eat, but all he found was an old chewing gum wrapper and mouldy bread.

"daddy," zayn said, pointing at his pocket, "theres something in your pocket."

louis reached inside his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill.

"harry." he chuckled.

"did mr. harry give you money?"

"yeah, he did."

oh, harry.

"okay, zayn, just one more trip for the day. let's go."

despite zayn's whining and groaning, he still followed louis nonetheless.

"pick a juice, love."

the small boy stared up at the countless rows of juice that sat in front of him.

"uh, oran-gee." he pointed at the orange juice.

louis reached up and took down a 150ml bottle of orange juice and handed it to zayn.

louis took a loaf of bread from the gas station's shelf and the pair waddled up to the cashier.

"hullo." the cashier said in a blank tone.

"hey."

"is that all for today."

"yes, thanks."

"6.50."

louis handed the note to the - quite frankly - rude cashier, and she snatched it out of his hand.

"4.50 change, have a good day. goodbye."