Homeless || Larry

1. Jacket

Hi.

My name is Louis Tomlinson..

A lot of people would call me kind of selfish.

Okay.. A lot selfish.

I don't think that makes me a bad person per say?

I just don't like to share.

I work hard for my money, why on earth would I want to share it with someone else?

But all of that changed..

when I met him.

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Day One

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon, I had just got out of work from my boring business job.

Yeah it sucks, I know.

But it pays the bills and that's all that matters.

Anyway.. I was stuck at the longest red light in history.

As I tapped my fingers on the wheel of my 2010 Honda Civic, I couldn't help but notice something out of the ordinary.

Or someone.

There stood a young man, no older than 18.

His green eyes sunken in, his curly hair appeared to be singed from the sunlight beating down on him, his skin leathered and worn.

I couldn't help but stare as he held up a sign that read..

'Anything helps.. even a smile.'

"Wow.." I whispered to myself as the light turned green in front of me.

I inched forward in my car, finally passing the boy.

I noticed he gave me a dimpley smile as I drove by.

It was the most beautiful smile I had ever laid eyes on.

As I drove away completely, my heart began to physically ache from the sadness I felt for that homeless boy.

But why?

He's the one who decided not to get a job.

It's his own fault he's in that position.. right?

As I continued my journey home, I couldn't seem to shake the curly headed boy from my mind.

His smile..

God, his smile was so beautiful.

But what on earth did this boy have to smile about?

It made me curious.