Becoming an adult meant nothing but good things to everyone else, but for Harry, it meant being kicked out of the foster home and onto the unforgiving streets of the city. No money, no job, no protection... Until a certain blue eyed guardian angel was assigned to him.
It wasn't supposed to happen, but Harry could sense that his angel, Louis, was around. It was always strongest when Harry was in danger, and sensing his wonderful, beautiful angel was slowly becoming a drug. How far would Harry go in order to be surrounded by the irresistible feeling that he was safe, and wanted?