Greener Grass || L.S.

-prologue-

Louis watched with fond eyes as the combination of the bus movements and the soft brushing of Louis' hand comb his hair lull Harry to sleep. It's about time he felt some relief. He'd been crying since they left Woodcrest. He couldn't help but open the younger's jacket and fish his other hand through his shirt to feel his barely noticeable baby bump. 2 months.

It was a peaceful ride despite the circumstance. The window was slightly ajar letting the spring air brush through his fringe, the people around them were quiet, nothing but the sounds of the occasional snore, or someone tapping away on their computer. It was a nice ride to actually think for once.

Harry whimpered in his sleep, like he always did, with the follow up of a shiver. So delicate. Louis took off his own jacket and placed it round his shoulders. What a long day.

Louis William Tomlinson was a simple boy, surrounded by a not so simple lifestyle. His father was a stockbroker, always thanking God for the job and the life he'd been given, the family. He'd been spoon feeding things to Louis his entire life. When his grades weren't high enough to attend the private school of his father's choice, he simply paid Louis' tuition, which was completely unfair to the kids who'd worked hard to get into the school that had no financial structure in their lives. Kids like Harry.

Harry Edward Styles was different and that's what Louis loved most about him. He was intelligent, and very compassionate to and with all things that came across his path. He wasn't a manly man. He enjoyed saving stray kittens off the street and taking care of sick birds rather than play baseball and play in the mud. But he was poor and lived with just his mum and sister, on the poor side of Woodcrest. Harry wanted to be a vet and he would have gotten the highest grades possible if he attended, Louis was sure, so that he could become something when he gets older. He was Louis' baby.

"Why'd your hand stop?" Harry whined with his eyes closed. Louis sighed contently and continued stroking his lover's curly head. Harry made a noise of approval and began to drift off again. What was he going to do with this boy?

They met 6 years ago, when Harry was only 11. The church Louis went to had a little playground in back of it that Louis was a little too old for, but was too bored to listen to the Reverend preach any longer, so he chose to be a kid for just that day.

He was swinging from the monkey bars all alone, because it was cold outside and not many kids wanted to freeze their little butts off on the slide covered in God knows what type of frozen liquid that lay untampered with since September. Louis felt as if he was being watched and looked outside the gate surrounding the playground to find a boy not much smaller than him, gripping the gates and staring back with such curiosity and want. Louis investigated immediately.

"Hey kid, uh....what're you doing out there? Church session's inside, why don't you go join 'em?" he pondered stepping out to greet the boy. His eyes shone so bright it reminded him of a cat's reflectors in the dark. The boy simply shrugged without blinking and Louis couldn't lie when he said he found him very creepy. "Well can't ya talk?"

Louis looked down and for the first time since he'd seen him, he took in his appearance. The boy was extremely underdressed not just for church, but for the weather itself. A dirty and slitted plain t shirt with high water dungarees and sandals with mitch match socks. He was a walking flu-catcher.

"You're not here for church," Louis stated crossing his arms. Harry bent his head again in shame.

"Stop. Please stop judging me," was all he said before the boy said before he ran off, leaving Louis alone. Louis thought about that boy for weeks on end from that point on, having mixed emotions about the whole encounter until finally deciding to feel guilty for staring so rudely.