You had recently gotten kicked out of your parents' house. They threw you out of the house with nothing. Not even clothes. You never had a good relationship with them and wanted to get out of the house for years, but now that you were, you realised how lonely and depressing it was.

You walked down the street, staring down at the ground, when you accidentally bumped into someone. You looked up and quickly apologised.

"I'm so sor-" You paused as you realised who it was. "Wait Harry!?"

He was a very sweet person, let you take pictures and carried out a nice conversation. After a little while, he noticed something in your expression on your face. "Everything okay? You seem on edge." His tone was soft and seemed like he wanted to help.

You explained what had happened and about your relationship with your parents. He listened the whole time, often giving you comforting smiles. Once you were done, he ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.* "You don't have to accept, but..." He paused, not knowing if he was about to sound weird "You can stay with me, at my place, until you get something sorted out if you want..?" He said with a genuine smile. "You seem like a sweet person y'know.. I just thought I could help you out."