Larry one shots

Kitty?

Summary: Louis finds his and Harry's cat dead on his way home and has to tell him about it. Harry starts to blame himself.

Louis' pov: 

It was a long day at work and I couldn't be happier when I see my and Harry's house from across the street. 

When I'm about to cross it something catches my eye. It looks like black and white stain on a road but it has fur? Why would it have a fur?

I decide that I should check what it is but quickly regretted it when I see it's Milky. Harry's Milky. Our little kitten dead on a road. Well she was already two years but I'll always remember how happy Haz was when I brought her home.

Tears are threating to fall from my eyes the longer I'm looking at her. It looks like a car hit her. What was she doing outside? It doesn't make any sence, she's always with Harry when I'm not home.

I carefully scoop her up in my hands and put her down on grass in front of our house. I know Harry will want to burry her. But that means I have to tell him first. Oh god. He loved her, and I did too.

I slowly open the door to our house and peek into the living room only to see Harry asleep on a couch. The window is wide open and that's how Milky probably ran away.

I sat on the edge of the couch and stroke his curls until his eyes flutter open. He smiles at me, his dimple smile and sat up.

"Hi Lou" he says, still half asleep.

"Hey Haz, how was your nap?" "Good, I cuddled Milky since you weren't here." I sadly smile at him and look down.

"Speaking of her, have you seen her? She's always all over you when you come home" he says and starts looking around the living room. 

I stop him and held both his cheeks in my hands. "Ehm love, there's something I need to tell you." he looks at me confused. I look him in the eyes and continue talking.

"When I was going home I saw her lying on a road. A car probably hit her and when I found her she was already dead." 

By the end of my sentence Harry was crying and sobbing, holding tightly on my shirt. I hold him to my chest while saying: "Shh shh baby, she's okay now, mostly likely didn't even hurt, it's okay. We can burry her on a garden if you want, make her a pretty little grave." 

When he stops crying he looks up at me. "H-How did- How did s-she got o-o-out?" I sighed and motion towards the window. "Probably saw a bird or something outside and jump out."

He brokes to sobs again and I hold him even tigher if posible. "I-It's m-my f-f-fault. I lef-left the w-window open." he sobs out.

"Oh sweetheart it's not your fault, please don't blame yourself. You know it wasn't the first time she ran away. It was just bad coincidence. It could happened to anyone."

He slowly calms down and we lay down on a couch and cuddle. "C-Can we bu-burry her tommorow m-morning, I don't w-want to w-wait after your w-work."

"Of course bub, whenever you're ready. I love you, you're so brave, my brave baby."

"I l-love you t-too loubear. T-thank you."