Daddy's little kitten | LS ¤ Kitten Louis

Chapter II

"Where the fuck were you?!" Zayn shouts at Harry when he notices Harry stepping out of the elevator. Him and Josh have been waiting for Harry to open the office door. Harry and his brother are the CEOs of one of the biggest restaurant chains in the country.

Harry just shrugs while reaches his keychain and opens the door.

"I guess you're so hungover you forgot to look at your phone," his brother raises an eyebrow at him.

"Shit my phone," he taps all the pockets on his black suit. "For fuck's sake!" he cries. He hates this day already.

"Next time you should drink less and have a shower before you go to work. You stink man," Harry sniffs his shirt, he really does have a bad smell.

"I didn't have time to shower," He sits at his desk while Josh and Zayn take seat on one of the couches. They all have separate offices because Harry wanted a safe place and didn't want to listen to his brother and friend complaining about how shit he does his work. He's never heard them saying things like that, but he's a hundred percent sure they do it all the time.

"You got the papers of the building at the corner of the Hans Road?" asks Zayn, but Harry doesn't even bother to glance at him. That's when Zayn raises his voice and points at him. "For God's sake, Harry, stop being so fucking childish and stop ignoring me because we have things to do here, and if you can't work with us like a sane adult could, then leave the God damn office!"

"Then you shouldn't just talk about sending me to rehab behind my back!" He's yelling at Zayn. He's hungover and he's fucking tired but Zayn still has to shout at him. He just reminds Harry of his mother. "And you better stop yelling at me," he says more calmly.

"I'm sorry but you gotta stop Harry," He's about to say something but his brother speaks up, too.

"Zayn is right. You're hurting yourself every single time you get drunk. How long has this been going? For four years now?" His brother is looking at him with pleading eyes, so he looks away.

Josh is the only one who has a tiny bit of power over him. He's the only one who knows about his past, obviously. He recognised Harry's alcohol problems even before it was obvious. He's concerned because his little brother is the only one left for him. He can't lose him too.

"There's nothing going on with me. Y'all just being paranoid. Again, there's nothing wrong with me," he huffs and throws himself back in his chair. The other two men are looking at each other with worry in their eyes but Harry just opens a drawer with folders in it and takes out the one they need. "The papers you needed. I meet you by the car," he stands up and walks over to the windows.

He's looking at the people on the streets. He sees some boys smiling together on the sidewalk, looking at the sweets in the bakery. He can't see their faces, but he can see they are way too skinny. The blonde one has his palms on the window and talks about something to the tinier, brown-haired boy. He just stands next to the guy shyly, listening to what he says. They walk up to the door of the shop and... knock on it? That's when he sees the brown-haired boy, is actually a hybrid. They wait for the door to open, but when it does, a tall guy comes out the hybrid backs away. Harry frowns when he sees the guy yell at them. The blonde guy is trying to say something, but the man seems like he's shutting him up every time he tries. The other hybrid has his tails between his legs and his head bowed down. Harry's heart breaks at the sight. He has never cared about hybrids until now. He feels sorry for the tiny hybrid and just wants to hug him and hold him close to keep him...

Harry's eyes widen at the thought. No, he doesn't want to hug that hybrid and definitely doesn't want to hold him close and keep him safe. No. If it was a girl hybrid, then maybe, but not like this. Not a guy. It's ok. I'm still hungover. He thinks.