Louis called the doctor and the doctor informed him that Harry had been through a lot more than anyone can imagine. He has some broken ribs and scars and wounds all over his body. The doctor told him that it was normal for someone to not talk after being through all this and he might recover with time. He just required some distractions.

The doctor agreed on providing treatment back to his hotel room rather than in hospital and Louis couldn't be more grateful. The doctor suggested to not bring up things relating to the environment he was in because, it would not help in recovery at all.

Louis sat beside a sleeping Harry. He looked so pained and dull. No sign of the little happy boy who would light up like the sun at anything and everything. Even in his sleep he looked like he is hurting and Louis wanted to change it. He wants to make the boy as happy as he was when they spent their time together.

Louis sat their, staring at the boy when his doorbell rang. He opened the door to see Paul standing there with a bag in his hand.

"Hey" Louis greeted.

"Hey pal. How's it going ? Is he alright ?" Paul asked worried, heading towards the couch.

"No. The boy has been hurt more than you or I could ever take and we don't even know what he's been through. Anyways, any news about the guy who did all this or about Harry's so called parents ?" Louis asked.

"Yeah we found out, his parents, Heather and Anthony Styles, sold him to this guy, Christopher Johnson, who is actually a foster parent with a really bad track record. We somehow got him under custody so that the cops can keep him under their control but we do need Harry's statement to complete the procedure." Paul informed Louis.

"Hey I also brought the things I thought Harry would want back. I hope I brought everything right." Paul said handing over the bag to Louis.

"Thanks Paul. Really. For everything." Louis said.

"Anytime son. I'll take a leave now just inform me when he's ready to talk to the cops. The sooner the better. Take care of him." Paul said before leaving.

Louis placed the bag on the couch. He started going through stuff. There was nothing but the dress and the chocolate box Louis gave him. His heart ached at the thought that even though the boy was in pain, he still kept the thing Louis gave him, safe.

He placed the box and the dress back in the bag and went to see if harry was up. Harry was yet again whimpering in his sleep, sweat forming on his forehead. Louis rushed to his side and gently stroked his forehead.

"Wake up love. You're alright. Open your eyes darling. Everything's okay." Louis tried to soothe the boy with a soft voice.

Harry's eyes opened wide. He flinched away from Louis' hand, yet whimpering. Louis smiled softly at the boy, because he had to be strong for him. He again placed his hand on Harry's forehead, and gently stroked his curls off of his face.

"Its okay love. It was just a bad dream. Do you know why you have bad dreams ?" Louis asked softly, in an attempt to soothe the little boy. Harry gently shook his head.

"Well you see, a chocolate has to go through some bad time so that it can become a delicious cup of hot chocolate, similarly God gives you some bad dreams so that you can become a strong and a brave boy" Louis said, coming up with the first thing that that he could think of. He smiled gently at the boy. Harry seemed to relax a bit.

"Hey love, wanna hear a joke ?" Louis said, trying to break the tension in the air. Harry nodded his head.

"Why are eggs not very much into jokes?" Louis asked, trying to hold in his laughter. Harry frowned a little, trying to think of something but he just shook his head in defeat.

"Because they could crack up." Louis literally screamed and sent himself into a fit of laughter, rolling on the floor. Although cracking jokes was something Louis wouldn't consider doing, but to see just a little smile on Harry's face, he was down for anything.

Hearing his awful attempt for a joke and looking at a rolling Louis on the floor, Harry couldn't help the little twitch of his lips, but he couldn't bring himself to completely smile.

Looking at the slightest bit of smile on Harry's face, Louis lit up like an actual sun. He couldn't help the large grin on his face. This was the closest thing he could get to Harry smiling and he wasn't going to miss it.

Maybe this boy could be healed. Maybe he can be normal again..

Just maybe.