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Chapter 2

Harry's POV

It was getting dark and cold, and I pulled my jacket closer to my body. I still had to walk about 20 minutes, the place I worked was about half an hour away from my apartment. But I didn't have a car, didn't have money for it either. So I simply had to walk. And I didn't mind. I liked to walk here, in the centre of Birmingham, because it made me feel free. I had lived here in Birmingham for two months now, and I loved it. There were not many people left on the streets, most people were people who were going to go clubbing, or tourists who were looking for places to sleep tonight, or people who slept in the streets with no money.

Suddenly someone caught my eye. A boy, who I thought was even younger than me, was sleeping on a bench. His rucksack was laying on the cold ground beneith him, I presumed he had dropped it when he fell asleep. Naive little kid, I thought, he's going to wake up to find it stolen. I walked towards the boy, and as I came closer, I noticed he was indeed younger than me. I also noticed that he was wearing normal clothes, not dirty or old or too small. So he had to have money. Than what was he doing sleeping on a bench all alone? I decided it was not safe for him here and I bent down to tap him gently on his shoulder.

'Hey, wake up.' I tapped him a little harder when he merely groaned. Then suddenly he flinched awake and drew away from me. I quickly did a step backwards too.

'Sorry,' I said quickly. 'Didn't mean to scare you, it's just that I saw you sleeping here, with you're rucksack on the ground.'

He looked at me confused, but didn't say anything.

'You have to be careful, people steal alot here.'

The dirty-blond-haired boy blinked a few times and shook his head as if to wake himself up.

'Thanks man.' He said slowly and looked like he was about to drop off again.

'What are you doing here on a bench?' I asked him quickly.

'Sleeping.' The blond said with a mock voice.

'Yeah, where are your parents?' I asked in thesame mock tone. He looked at me annoyed.

'I could ask you thesame thing.' He said. I smiled.

'Why are you sleeping on the streets?' I continued. He merely shrugged.

'Haven't got money.' He said. I looked at him understanding.

'You ran away from home.' I stated. He gave me a funny look.

'What do you want from me?' He asked with an annoyed sigh and I grinned slightly. The boy was cute, with his blond hair falling over his face, half covering his eyes. I had to restrain myself from brushing the hair out of his young face.

'It's not safe for a guy of your age to be sleeping on a bench outside alone. There are some crazy people around here.' I told him, and I was telling the truth, referring to the drunk people and the desperate homeless people. The boy seemed to understand and even appreciate what I was saying and he sighed.

'I get that, but I have nowhere else to go.' He said softly and he looked up at me with sad eyes. I immediately felt sorry for the boy and without even thinking about it first I asked:

'You can come to my place if you like.' The boy looked up at me surprised.

'But... I don't even know your name.' He said hesitating.

'It's Harry.' I said quickly and I hold out my hand.

'Dougie.' The blond said and grinning he shook my hand. I smiled too, happy he started to trust me. I waited a moment and then I continued.

'I'm going to be thrown out of my apartment in a few days as well. I have had difficulties with paying the rent, and the man told me last night I had one more week to pay the rent or I'm out. And I'm close to broke so, I'm out.' I laughed, but it was more a pathetic laugh, to mock myself and my situation. Dougie didn't say anything, he just seemed to have an inner debate.

'I would only be in your way,' He said self-consciously. I shook my head. I was determined now. I was sick and tired of being alone all the time, of working my ass of all day and coming home to a quiet depressing little apartment. I liked the idea of a housemate, of a friend. And well, I had to admit, Dougie was cute and good-looking. And in need of help.

'No not at all! Look, I'm going to be thrown out of my apartment. In 7 days I'm going to be homeless. I guess it'll be easier to find a new place together, than on your own. I could help you find a job and that way we should be able to pay the rent.' I said excited. Dougie looked at me, still not sure whether to trust me.

'Come on man, trust me. I know the city, I could show you around and stuff. You can't stay on your own in a strange city.' I now almost begged. But then he shrugged and smiled.

'Thanks mate.' He said thankfully and he got on his feet. I noticed he was shorter than me. I beamed at him.

'You're welcome.' I said warmly. Very very welcome, I added silently in my mind.