It took a week before Harry saw the blonde boy again. He stood outside the bus stop and held out a plastic cup. There was hardly a single person who saw him and he sank down as time passes. Harry wasn't sure over what he had promised himself. It felt so weird to go up to the boy and ask to help him. Yet he didn't want to let the guy disappear again. It was something that attracted and he had such beautiful eyes. Keep in mind that he had no home. It was just so wrong!
After several minutes, Harry encouraged himself. He put on his coat and left the diner aria. He walked across the street and straight to the homeless. Directly he was recognized and the blonde guy lit up.
"How are you?" Harry got out and felt how silly it sounded. He noted that there was no major change in the blond guy, but he was atleast happy.
Harry smiled and took the jacket harder around the body. He saw that the guy barely had shoes that were together and he wasn't dressed for the cold climate.
"Are you hungry?"
The guy nodded and seemed almost embarrassed that he answered honestly. Harry smiled weakly and tried to find the right words.
"If you have the time, I can buy you food." he got out. "I live a distance away, but I promise that you can also borrow the shower. Maybe I have clothes that fit you."
The guy seemed almost faint. He stood and just gaped at Harry. It was as if he didn't believe him. Harry tried to smile and cleared his throat lightly.
"You get easy money if you are clean and looks okay!"
The guy looked down at his clothes and realized why the shower was so important. He nodded weakly, trying not to meet Harry's gaze.
"But what shall I do for you? Want me to suck you off or do you want to have sex?"
Harry was about to make the jaws drop. Okay, the guy was then used to provide services for money.
"No!" exclaimed Harry directly. "I just want to be nice to you and help you."
Harry was pleased when the guy went with him into the bus. They sat quite far back, and Harry saw that people looked askance at them. It must look odd. A good looking guy with a bum. Harry could only imagine what the people thought and he smiled a little bit. The blond boy slumped down in the seat and it appeared on the long road that he avoided eye contact with people.
"What's your name?" Harry got out. The guy looked up quickly and seemed to hesitate.
Harry smiled and tasted the name. Niall? It sounded like a good name and it suited him.
"My name is Harry."
Niall just mumbled something in reply and looked over at they who was staring. Harry understood why Niall responded that he did and he looked directly at the people.
"What are you staring at?"
All chose to turn away the attention. Niall looked surprised at Harry and didn't understand why he had done so. Harry laughed a little bit.
"I hate people staring at me!"
Niall smiled weakly.
"It's me they see and not you. You're good-looking and I look like I do."
Harry liked the guy's voice. It was so Irish and soft. It was as if Niall sang out the words and it sounded so beautiful.
"Ireland?" he received because of it. Niall nodded weakly.
"My mom was born there."
Harry liked to get the information and he did as I before like to hear Nialls voice.
"And your daddy?"
Niall didn't seem to like the subject.
"He's ..." he murmured quietly. "Let's just say that he's gone."
"Where are your parents now?"
Niall sighed a little bit and gave Harry a quick glance.
"Stop asking such questions. I can't be bothered with that piece right now."