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"P-Please!" Louis cried, "I don't have any m-money on me!"

There were three men harrassing him in an alleyway, threatening to stab him with the knife one of them was holding if he didn't give them money.

"Yes you do, kid!" The one holding him by the short collar yelled, "it's in one of these damn bags!"

"Alright, alright!" Louis cried, "I-I do have money. But only a little!"

The guy let him down, since he had been holding him above the ground against the wall, but kept his hand gripped in his shirt.

"Where is it, queer?" The second guy demanded.

"T-The sma-smallest pocket in the bigger b-bag," Louis sobbed.

The man pulled Louis' wallet out, taking the fifteen dollars he had gotten from his soulmate.

Then, he threw the wallet on the floor, along with all his other belongings.

The guys who was holding him let him go, and the three of them ran off once they had the money.

But not before Louis was punched in the stomach.

He started sobbing as he grabbed onto his stomach, gagging, as he felt like he was going to throw up.

He breathed heavily, and sobbed loudly as he felt all hope diminish inside of him.

He reached for his wallet, grabbing it and pulling it toward him.

When he looked inside, he started crying harder, seeing that there was only the 69 cents left.

As he was losing consciousness from being so drained of energy, Louis heard a car pull up to him, before a car door was opening and closing, feet waking quickly over to him.

"Are you alright?" He heard someone ask.

"Oh God, the one time I don't have my phone! Hey, can you hear me?"

Louis lifts his head a bit, his crying now silent for the most part.

He looks up at the man, in pain and agony, in loss and helplessness, before he falls asleep.

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Louis wakes up on a cloud.

Or, at least, that's what it feels like.

He's never felt anything softer in his life than what he was laying on currently.

Opening his eyes, he sees that he's in a bedroom. A big bedroom.

Obviously, the owner of the room has a lot of money, and it makes Louis sad that he'll probably never get to have even his own living space.

He looks around the room. It has white walls, and the space behind the king sized bed is painted black.

There's a few dressers, and a desk with a lamp. Louis can see three doors in the room.

One of them is open, revealing a big bathroom, which is slightly blocked from view from where Louis is.

The second, Louis thinks, is a closet, and is on the same wall as the bathroom.

The third is the door to get out of the room, Louis assumes.

There are other lamps around the room, tall and sheek, and there's a fancy ceiling fan above the bed, turned on and blowing cold air right down to Louis.

The bed, itself, has gold sheets, a black duvet and black fitted sheets.

The black duvet has a stitched, striped pattern going down it, and is accompanied by lots of pillows.

There are black, white, and grey pillows in different sizes.

Two rectangular gray pillows for sleeping on, a black circle and a black square for decoration, and white front pillows that have the same black striped pattern on the ends.

The whole bed is so soft and warm, and the air blowing down on Louis from the fan is so soothing.

The room, itself, smells delicious. Like vanilla and tobacco, with a hint of something tangy.

Louis lays back on the bed, nuzzling into it.

He almost falls back to sleep when he hears a knock on the door.

It startles him awake, and he lies still in the bed as he listens to the sound of someone opening the door, before he hears whoever's footsteps on the ground.

He looks over at the person as they near him, and they stare back at him, slightly startled at the fact that he's, in fact, awake.

Louis recognizes the man, he's the one who rushed over to him in the alley.

"Oh," the man says, "I didn't realize you were awake. My apologies. I was just returning your clothes. I, um, I washed them for you, because they were dirty. I, uh, left your, um, boxers on of course. And I didn't look at anything! I just took them to my washer and dryer."

The man was rambling on slightly bashfully, and it made Louis blush, because the man was really attractive. But also, because he realized he was basically naked in a strangers bed.

"T-Thanks, I uh, I appreciate it," Louis said quietly.

"You're welcome. I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Styles," The man, Harry, told him, sticking a hand out.

Louis took his right arm out from under the covers, and shook Harry's hand.

"Um, I'm Louis Tomlinson. N-Nice to meet you."

Harry smiled, "Well, um, I can leave the room so you can get dressed, if you'd like."

Louis pulled the covers away, instead of answering, and sat up in the bed, grabbing his shirt that was now clean and fresh.

"Where am I?" He asked Harry, who looked startled at Louis' boldness.

"Oh! You're at my house. I took you here when I found you. I didn't have my phone with me so I couldn't call anyone, but I didn't want to leave you alone out there. So I took you here, because it was the only place I could think of."

Louis nodded, putting on his pants. He winced as the pain in his stomach from getting punched there by the men stung.

"Thank you, for not leaving me out there."

Louis remembers the last time something like that had happened, a few months ago.

It left him to wake up in lots of pain in a dark, cold alley way.

He was sore from the beatings, and he got sick later that day from the cold.

He had nothing left, except for his old water bottle, his bag, and his blanket.

"Of course, Louis. Do you mind telling me what happened? Because when I got there, you were crying on the floor. I just want to make sure you're not too hurt before I have to say goodbye to you."

Louis blushed slightly at Harry's concern. It had been so long since someone was worried about him.

"I was ganged up on by three men. They wanted my money, and threatened to, um, stab me if I didn't give them any. I only had fifteen dollars that I had recently gotten from my soulmate, and they took that before leaving. They did punch me in the stomach before leaving, though. I think that's the only physical injury I got."

Harry nodded sympathetically.

"Well, I have your bags here," he said, pointing to the edge of the bed.

Louis looked down at where he was pointing and saw his bags there.

"Um, I'm sorry for asking all these questions, but is this all you have?" Harry physically flinched at what he said, and Louis smiled sadly at him.

"Yes," he replied.

Harry nodded.

"Well, um. Do you want some breakfast? And then I can drive you home, if you'd like?"

Louis nodded, "That would be lovely, thank you."

It's been so long since he's had a proper breakfast.