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You||Helped||Me

{{picture of the sweater hayes gave Aaron.}}

••Hayes's POV••

I looked down at the sleeping boy on my bed, he looked so calm and at Peace. I had to admit he was pretty attractive. Even though I'm straight as a pole, he was just one of those guys that was just that attractive. His chest rose and fell in sync with the sounds of his heavy breathing. He was alive, barely. When I found him he was cold and drenched in lake water. I figured it was a very much failed suicide attempt. And not the first.

I changed his clothes, borrowing some of my brother's boxers and joggers cause he wasn't my size. I found scares and some fresh wounds all over his body, it was so sad to see such beautiful skin riddled with ugly, yet holding a dark beauty, red marks on his skin.

I can't say much about it because I am in the same situation, but he was a angel. He deserves better, better than my protection, better than my love. No, I didn't mean love in that way. Did I?

I don't even know him and I'm questioning myself. Well I can't say much about that either since I did get a blow job from a dude once, but I blame that on alcohol. Always blame it on the booze Hayes, always the booze.

I found myself staring at him and thinking about life, cause obviously neither of us have it easy. I thought about what possibly could have gone horribly wrong in this angel's life. Sex Trafficking? No I didn't find any bruises to  that. indicate that. I continued to go through a mind check list and sighed. I would have to ask him, he's staying here with me. I'm not letting him leave me.

Ever.

 "Where am I? Heaven?" I heard a groggy voice mumbled I snapped my head up and laughed. I didn't even notice him stir, he's so quiet. Plus that morning voice though, fuck he's hot and innocent. He looked over to me at the sound of voice, I'm guessing and blushed. 

"I found you on the river bank, I though you'd need some place to go." I smiled gently and spoke slowly and quietly. He looked down at his clothes and blushed, I did too.

"I swear I didn't see anything!" I rushed my face was burning like fucking lava, and I was terrified he'd punch me. He bit his lip, fucking hot, and mumbled a almost silent 'okay'.

I swear I'm motherfucking straight as hell.

"You helped me?" He sounded like he was thinking, but he was looking closely at me. I nodded eagerly like a trained puppy. "No one has ever helped me." He gulped nervously and his eyes casted down.

"Well, get used to it cause you're staying here!" I laughed happily.

"O-okay." He grinned, and I pulled him around the house Showing him every corner and room, which wasn't much but he seemed to enjoy it. I was proud.

Then I forced food down his throat and showed him cool things that I loved and he listened. I felt like a hero honestly.