There was a boy who actually came to my house that day with tears in his eyes, he had a short sleeve shirt on and black pants. He was shaking and fell into my arms sobbing loudly, I guided him to my room, mum still not being home yet, I didn't bother being quite, but I was gentle with Louis. I sat him on my bed, and I sat next to him, after awhile his head was resting in my lap as I whispered that I was here. His cries slowly stopped, and he sat back up. "I'm sorry, for coming here." He said. I shook my head, "no don't be, I said it was okay for you to come to my house any time." He looked at me with a sad smile and I put my arm around him bringing him closer to me, "how did you know where I lived?" I asked. I looked at his face and saw it turn a tint of red, "I walk around a lot, and I've seen you here often." He told me. "Sorry if that's creepy just it kinda happened that way." I looked at him and told him he could stay here for the night if he wanted to, he said okay, a smile spreading across his face, he looked happy for a moment. In the morning maybe I'll ask him what happened.
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There was a boy... /// l.s.
FanfictionThere was a boy, his name was Harry. He sat in his room all summer crying and thinking, he lost interest in everything and never was social. He thought of why nobody liked him. He would get so sad he'd hold a bottle of pills in his had all the time...
