Niall Centric One-Shots

Maybe This is Okay .2.

A.N: Look who finally updated! Another hybrid!au because grumpy-cat-Niall and done-with-everything-Harry is literally my favorite thing ever. (P.S. cat hybrids start out like toddler size when they're in their late teen years {16-19}. They gradually grow to mildly tall children when they reach adulthood {21+} . . . that makes no sense; I apologize.)

This will be the same as the Hybrid!Niall one-shots/drabbles. They aren't necessarily a continuation of the prompt, but the au. Does that make sense?

(Credit to Channybee for the fanart!)

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When Harry arrives home from an exhausting, tear-inducing work day, he toes off his shoes in the foyer and calls out, "I'm home!"

He doesn't know why he announces his arrival because he knows no one will answer. If he had a partner, they'd bounce into the foyer ready to help him unknot his tie and kiss his cheek. Maybe if he had gotten a dog hybrid, they'd come bounding down the hallway, tail wagging furiously and smile bright on their face.

But, no. Harry decided to get a cat hybrid, instead.

A hybrid that was stereotyped to hate any and all form of physical affection or contact. The hybrid that showed their gratitude with bleeding scratches and deceased mice. It was a joy.

Not all cat hybrids were like this. Sure, Niall had his days where he was friendly and optimistic and smiling. But, Niall also had his days where he'd hole himself up in the smallest spaces of the house he could reach that way Harry couldn't reach him, and he'd bite and snarl at any hand reaching out for him. (Harry still has scars from a year ago.)

"Hi, Harry! Welcome home, I'm so glad you've returned! I love you so much!" Harry mused to himself in a high pitched voice as he struggled with the knot in his tie. His fingers get stuck in the twisting knots, and he can't seem to figure out how to undo the tie Niall had done. It's like a death maze for his fingers, tips getting stuck and pulse getting cut off. The blood in his middle finger pulses painfully; maybe Niall will help him get it off.

"Speaking of Niall, where is Niall?" Harry says aloud as he saunters into the kitchen and reaches into the cabinets to see if Niall is in his favorite hiding spot: the very back of their cabinets where the tubber-ware is kept. When he pulls the doors back, the dark space avails to be empty.

Harry's back joints pop unceremoniously as he heaves himself up with a groan. As he contemplates on Niall giving him a back massage, he hears soft bumping upstairs.

Niall.

He figures the cat hybrid has dug a space under his bed, a place that Harry cannot, absolutely not reach down to get him.

Niall may be distant most of the time, but he's had a rough past which he refuses to speak of, so Harry finds it reasonable. When he'd first walked into the hybrid store, the employees warned about how distant Niall was and how he'd bit two of his owners horrendously and killed one of his owner's rabbits. When he saw Niall, he was holed up in a cardboard box, ears bent back and scowl on his face.

"I hate people." he had hissed when Harry had picked him up. Harry had thought the small hybrid with pouty lips and small ears was adorable. The hybrid nonetheless tried to fight Harry, but he eventually calmed down enough for him to be taken home.

A few months later, the cat hybrid had grown used to Harry. He'd sleep in their bed, a retort of "It's cold in my room, I don't love you that much." was whispered when Harry'd laugh.

A month later, Harry'd come home to find bite marks and tears in his shirts and on the sofa and on their mattress. He brought home toys as a solution to the problem, but it availed useless, as Niall refused to chew on anything but his t-shirts and other household items.