I'll Always Be There.

17 year old Harry Styles has been living on the streets for about 3 months now. His mother had died in a horrible car accident and so he had to run away from his alcoholic and abusive father. He didn't want to live there anymore; he just couldn't. So here he was now. It was December, the air was cold and frosty and it had been snowing. The only thing Harry had was a blanket, wrapped tightly around him as he sat there on the edge of a street, freezing. Sometimes he begged for money or food, but it was never enough for him to say that he was /okay/. Because he wasn't. Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice a little car stopping on front of him. It was Louis Tomlinson, 19 years old, who had been driving home from his job at a bar when he saw the little curled up mess on the edge of the street. Louis frowned, opening the door of the driver’s seat to have a better look at it. “Hey.”, he said bluntly and curiously, wanting to know who the boy was or why he was sitting there, Harry peered back up at him with sunken, tired eyes, "h-hi" he croaked: It's weird because somehow feelings start to devolve between a homeless kid and a rich guy.