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Chapter 4

Harry's pov

Damn, that boy is so cute, I thought when Dougie had smiled a small smile to me as a thanks. We still had to walk twenty minutes before we finally reached my apartment, and I somehow had the idea Dougie was a bit uncomfortable with coming home to a strangers apartment, especially when it was getting darker. I felt he was a bit nervous, maybe even a bit scared, but he must have been aware of the fact that staying outside was even more dangerous. I wasn't planning on hurting him. Actually I wasn't the type to pick up people from the streets and let them sleep in my apartment. I had seen homeless people before, but it had never even crossed my mind to bring them home. But this boy was so young, and hopeless... and cute. I was very confused about my own feelings. I had never felt something like this before. I didn't even know the guy, the only thing I knew about him was his name. But I felt this need to protect him somehow.

I kept talking to him about random things, and he answered and he seemed to be a nice lad, but still he was a bit tense. I started to think something else than just coming home with a stranger bothered the boy and I was eager to know what. But I didn't push him though, I decided it was better to make him trust me by just being nice and friendly to him. Though still a lot of questions ran through my head and again... I had no idea why I was so drawn to him.

In the twenty minutes of walking to my apartment I figured out he was a major Blink 182 fan and he got really excited when I told him I really liked them too.

When we reached my apartment I could see Dougie had a brief moment of hesitation to step inside my apartment, but it was really short and then he followed me inside. I decided to not lock the door yet, to not freak him out. He felt awkward, that was obvious.

'So... you hungry?' I asked to break the silence. Dougie nodded shyly, but didn't say anything.

'Haven't you eaten yet?' I asked. He shook his head.

'Not since lunch.' He answered. I was kind of relieved to hear he had at least had lunch.

'I haven't had diner yet either. What do you want to eat?' I asked polite and he shrugged. I grinned and I gave him a playful push on his shoulder.

'Hey, you are the guest. You can choose. I like everything I have. Since I am he one who bought in the first place.' I joked and he couldn't help but chuckle which made my cheeks go warm.

'I've got pizza, rise, pasta, some burgers, uhmm what else?'

'Pizza is fine.' Dougie said and I nodded.

'Pizza it is then.' Dougie still seemed to feel a little uncomfortable while I put the pizza in the oven, but he was getting more relaxed when they were done and we were eating. We talked about Birmingham, and I told him I had lived here for two months now. I told him how my parents were kind of worried about me, but they were very busy with their own lives, they were always away, even in the weekends, for their work. I barely saw them when I still lived at home, and I was the one who had to take care of the house. It had driven me nuts, until I had saved enough money to leave. My parents hadn't liked it, but I had been determined and they couldn't stop me, even though I wasn't even eighteen yet. We talked about me the whole time while eating the pizza, Dougie kept avoiding talking about himself. When we were done, and we were doing the dishes together (since my apartment didn't even have a dishwasher!) I couldn't restrain myself any longer though. I was too curious now.

'So, how about you? Why are you here?' Dougie looked up and stopped drying the wet dishes for a moment. He looked at me nervous.

'It's... not really important.' He said softly and looked down while continuing again to dry the plate he had in his hands. I wasn't going to let him get away with this so easy though.

'Yes, it is.' I said, 'You can trust me. I just want to know why you ran away from your home.' He kept avoiding my eyes and he desperately tried to think of a way to not have to answer my question. He sighed.

'Really, it's nothing.' He said softly and he looked up at me again with pleading eyes. He looked so desperate and miserable I decided to let it go, for now that is. I'd let him sleep and try again tomorrow.

'Okay, if you don't want to tell me, it's fine. I understand. Just know that you can trust me.' I said and I gave him a warm smile when he seemed to feel bad about disappointing me.

That night he slept on the couch. I had first tried to get him to sleep in my bed, and I would sleep on the couch, but he was really stubborn. So after we had watched tv a while and talked some more we both went to sleep. I had troubles sleeping, I wanted to be with Dougie that night, I wanted him to sleep in my bed, with me in it, that is. And that thought really really disturbed and confused me until I finally fell asleep.