Louis was ill. He hadn't eaten anything for two days. Water was his one and only thing that filled his stomach. It's daytime but it's still freezing cold outside. And he'd only a coat which was bought as a Christmas present by a woman who was kind. But as it's about 3 years old, it's not as warm as it did back in those days.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He was truly surprised. No one would ever come to his house as a visitor. He walked to the door and opened it. And he was again surprised by a beautiful man. He's brown curly hair which was the colour of chocolate, grass-green eyes which were rare and beautiful and deep dimples where he could swim. It's not fair to have that much beauty in a man.
"Oh! I'm sorry. May I come in? And may I put Johnny in front of your house. He's my horse. " said the man. He was surprised. "I don't know who you are Mister and I --" he was interrupted. "Oh. Harold Steward. " he greeted. Harold Steward! The rich and famous lad? No. It can't be. A man like Harold would never come to his tiny and hut-like house. "Mister?" Harold cut his thoughts. "It's Thomas. Louis Thomas, Mister Steward." "Just call me Harry. May I call you 'Louis'?" asked Harry with a smile.
Louis nodded and said "What are you doing here, Harry? You must be in London. I heard that you've just opened another bakery." Harry giggled. He had no idea how did Louis know about him just before he noticed that he's one of the famous, rich lads. "Of course, you know me. Well, I live in this town. I was going to one of the bakeries here. But it rained. As I was a lucky guy, I met a sky-blue eyed fallen angel here."
"How old are you, Louis? You look pretty young. " asked Harry. Louis smiled. Then he said "I'm fifteen. I had no parents. Actually they left he when I was a baby. They didn't even tell their names. Troy, he owner of this house adopted me. But he died. So, I live here alone." Harry was heart broken. "So, do you want to come and stay in one of my houses? It's comfortable than this place. "
Louis eyes widened and quickly shake his head. "I-I can't afford it. You are so rich." Harry looked around the house and quickly discovered that Louis was poor and ill. Harry felt sorry for the beautiful boy. He thought for a second and turned to shy-looking Louis. "I need a librarian at my house and I think you're the right person for that place. Does that sound good? "
Louis eyes were filled with tears. Happy tears. Nobody else would care about him that much. He smiled and nodded putting a huge simile on the face of Harry. He finally found him. That's him. He finally found someone who care about him.
And he would never let him go.
