Uniquely Perfect - Larry Stylinson AU Kitten!Harry (with a bit of Niam) {Book1}

Chapter 13

[A/N]: FIFTY ONE COMMENTS. FIFTYYY ONE COMMENTS. *tackles everyone* Just for that, I'm going to update these next few days as much as I POSSIBLY can. So let's start the updating! GOOOO!

[Louis' P.O.V] (still....)

"So let me get this straight..." Zayn began after I'd given him a short rundown of what had happened, yet I'd left out the part about Harry and Niall being taken. "You're currently tied up on the floor of your own house?"

"Yes..." I huffed. "Now I need you to come untie my friend Liam and I so I can figure out a way to get Harry back."

"Wait, what?" Zayn asked in confusion. "Get Harry back, where'd he go?"

I paused for a moment before replying quietly, "It was all my fault... Dr. Shell had been looking for him and he spotted Harry and I... so he came to our flat, and he took him. He took Niall, too... Niall is another hybrid. But he's not part cat, he's part dog."

"Someone took Harry?" he sounded startled.

"Yeah... some bald freak named Lucca Shell," I croaked.

"Lucca Shell," Zayn repeated flatly. "Eyebrow ring?"

"...Yes?" I said slowly. "How'd you know that?"

"Oh, I hate that guy," Zayn hissed.

"You know him?!" I asked shrilly, causing Liam, who had been laying lifelessly face down on the carpet, to look up at me quickly.

"He knows him?" Liam gasped. "Does he know where he lives? We could- Niall... and Harry! We could... we could find them!"

"Do you know where he lives?" I demanded.

"I do not..." Zayn told me. I groaned, letting my head slump onto the floor. But then Zayn spoke up, "I've got a phone number that he gave me though..."

I gasped, wriggling back up, "You do?! Come untie us! Please, Zayn! Come untie us and give us the number you have!"

"He has his number?!" Liam squeaked, but I ignored him, focusing on what Zayn was saying.

"I'm already walking the direction I saw you and Harry walking... is that creepy?" he chuckled.

"In any other circumstance I'd say yes but you're coming to our rescue and you have the phone number that could help us get back Harry and Niall and-"

"Will you stop rambling and tell me your address?" he sighed.

I quickly prattled off my address before adding, "I definitely thought I was going to hate you but I'm pretty sure we could be best mates now!"

"Whoa there," Zayn laughed. "Let's not get crazy."

"Does he have Dr. Shells number, Louis?" Liam repeated desperately.

"Yes, Li!" I soothed. "I'm thinking he does!"

"Thank God!" Liam whispered. "I can get my Nialler back... I don't know what I'd do without my Nialler."

"I'm on your street," Zayn informed me. "So... how exactly am I supposed to get into your flat if you're tied up on the floor?"

"You just walk in," I told him. "It's unlocked."

"I love walking into strangers houses," he declared.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," I scoffed.

"...I was joking," he said slowly.

"Oh... then I was too," I mumbled.

Eventually, after listening to Zayn grumble to himself every now and then through the phone, my flat door swung open, and the dark quiffed boy gazed down at us with a raised eyebrow, "You weren't kidding... you're... thoroughly tied up."