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Louis woke up in the morning to the sound of quite sniffles. It took him some time to figure out what was going until he saw a little sobbing figure on his bed. Looking at the little sobbing body, Louis jolt up from his couch and sprint his way to the bed and got hold of the little body.

"Shh.. Shh.. Baby boy I'm right here for you. It's okay. I'm right here. Don't cry lovely. What's wrong. Tell me what's wrong sweet pea. " Louis said, rubbing the boys' back, in an effort to calm him.

Harry pulled back a little and looked up to Louis with his tear filled, puffy eyes. " I-I was sca-scared Mr. Tomlinson. I tho-thought yo-you le-left me, al-alone. "

The sight in front of Louis broke his heart. He gently took Harry's face in his hands, as if a little too much pressure would hurt the little fragile boy and ever so gently, wiped the tears off of the boys' face.

"Hazzie, baby, I'll never ever ever leave you. If I ever have to leave, I'll take you with me because we are supposed to be together, right Hazzie ?" Harry nodded his little head in agreement and Louis smiled at him.

"Now pretty boys like you should never cry. Don't want to ruin that beautiful face now, do we ?" Louis said flicking the little boys' nose. Harry released a fit of giggles and Louis stared at the little boy with fondness filling his eyes.

"Oh yeah hazzie, wait, give me a minute." Louis said and walked towards the coffee table near the couch to get a box. But he did not miss the little boys' blush because of the nickname.

He took the box and walked towards harry, handing him the box. "Here we go. Open it."

"What is it Mr. Tomlinson ?" Harry asked, now excited.

"Just open it my love"

Harry blushed harder at the name and opened the box to look at a really pretty pink coloured knee length dress, engraved with pearls and whatnot. (A/N : I'm so sorry. I'm not good with dresses and stuff. Just imagine something cute)

Harry gasped loudly looking at the dress. He jumped up from the bed, squealing loudly while doing his little happy dance. Louis chuckled at the little boy and once again fondness took over him.

"Do you like it hazzie ?"

"Like it ? I love it ! Thank you SO SO SO much Mr. Tomlinson !" Harry said and hugged the life out of Louis.

"I'm glad you like it love ! I thought you wouldn't have anything to wear for today so I bought it last night after you fell asleep. " Louis said, embracing the little boy in his arms.

"Mr. Tomlinson can I wear it please ?" Harry asked pulling away from Louis but still standing quite close.

"Of course love. Go ahead, take a shower and get ready. We'll be leaving soon. "

"Okay Mr. Tomlinson " Harry said and walked towards the bathroom. Louis stood up from his bed and was about to walk in his closet when he felt a body slam against him, hugging him tightly from behind.

"Thank you so much Mr. Tomlinson. This is the first time someone bought me a dress. This would be my first dress ever. And I love pink !! "

Louis turned around, not breaking the contact, hugged Harry to his chest, loving the feeling of the little boy against him.

"You don't need to thank me love, you deserved it. Now go get ready quickly before we get late." Louis said while gathering the courage, he kissed the little boys' forehead. Harry backed up with his face flushed and a huge grin on it, nodding his head, he walked towards the bathroom.

Louis smiling to himself walked inside his closet when his phone rang. The number was unknown. After an internal debate with himself, he decided to receive the call.

"Hello" Louis said

"Hello Mr. Tomlinson. I'm the security guard from the concert yesterday. " the man on the other line said.

"Yeah go on. Is something wrong ?"

"Sir the parents of the boy from yesterday are asking for him and they look rather angry. " the man said. Louis felt a pang in his chest.

"Can you please hand them the phone Mr...."

"Mr. Williams"

"Yes sir. There you go"

"Hello ?" Louis asked again.

"Don't you 'hello' me mister. You kidnapped my son you filthy animal. Give me my son back or I'm gonna file a fucking case against you"
© a w k w a r d,
книга «Abandoned Love».
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