A/N: I have another story idea. Lets see if I can write two stories at once!! :) xx

Chapter 2; The Afraid

Louis watched as his shoes made wet footprints in the carpeted steps of Harry's house. Harrys hand was pressed against the small of Louis' back, leading him upstairs. Harry reached his hand into the top shelf of the cabinet in the hall. Louis was so afraid of this boy and he shook with fear that he would pull out a gun and ask Louis for his final words. But instead he pulled out a white, fluffy towel, and tossed it to him, which Louis stared at it with confusion.
"To dry off." Harry said
"Thanks." Louis mumbled.
"No problem." Harry said and walked to his room. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed some pajama bottoms. "They may be a bit long so just, roll them up at the top." Louis nodded as Harry left the room.
In all honesty, Harry had no idea why he was doing this. He was just so lonely in this big house, his parents pretty much didnt know him at all and Gemma, his siter, always had friends over. Sure, he had friends of his own, but they were rude and obnoxious most of the time.
Harry walked downstairs and laid on the couch. He heard a yelp come from upstairs when thunder roared once again. Was Louis afraid?
Harry glanced back at the staircase and saw Louis walking down it. He looked so cute with the waistband of his pants rolled up high and Harry's oversized hoodie hanging down past his hips.
"I-it is kind of big on me, but thats fine. Th-thank you."
"No problem." Louis slowly walked over to the couch Harry was on and stood there, silent and shy.
"You can sit down, Louis."
"Okay." Louis sat down.
"Why are you so shy?" Louis shrugged and curled up on the couch, feeling scared. "I won't hurt you." Louis nodded. Harry sighed and looked at the TV. "What do you like to watch, Louis?"
"Doctor Who." Louis smiled slightly. Harry smiled too and turned it on.
"I'll get us some tea." Harry stood up after gently patting Louis' leg. Louis squirmed away from his touch and Harry frowned, walking away.
Harry hummed while he made the tea. He added sugar and honey. He walked back to the couch with the two cups.
"Louis, I fin- oh..." Louis was laying on his side, curled up in a ball, his knees to his chest and arms wrapped around them, snoring quietly.
Harry smiled and set the two teacups on a counter and slowly lifted the sleeping boy into his arms, hoping he was a heavy sleeper.
He was not.