Uniquely Flawless - Larry Stylinson AU Kitten!Harry {Book2}

Chapter 9

[A/N]: Guess what :D I can't wait to graduate! Okay. Enough authors note.

[Louis' P.O.V]

Harry didn't even stay awake long enough to actually eat lunch, and I wasn't hungry because I'd snacked at the clinic. The kitten boy did manage to sluggishly walk to the bathroom to put Lucy into her bed in the bathtub, and then he crawled into our bed and held his arms out for me to join him.

"I'll get you some water and then I'll come snuggle with you, Kitten," I told him gently.

"No," he whimpered. "J-just lay with Harry a while... then water."

Frowning, I crawled onto the bed next to the younger boy, and he rolled over into my arms.  He grabbed at my hands, leading them to his hair so that I'd pet him. I massaged lightly at his scalp, humming sympathetically, "My poor Kitten..."

"Um..." Harry began slowly, and I pulled back to see his face turn an even more sickly color. "Harry f-feels..."

Somehow, I knew what was coming, and I sat up abruptly and yanked the trash bin off the floor. I gently pushed the bin into his arms just as Harry made a retching sound and was sick into the bin. Grimacing in sympathy for him, I gently pushed his curls away from his face and rubbed soothingly at his back.

Once he was no longer gagging, he pulled back in horror, appearing like he was about to start crying again, "H-Harry did not l-like t-that at all!"

"It's alright!" I soothed instantly, petting his hair gently. "It's okay, you're okay..."

"W-what-" Harry shook his head frantically. "W-what happened to Harry w-why-"

"You just got sick, Kitten, sometimes that happens when people don't feel good," I explained.

"Harry's mouth does not taste good," he whimpered.

"I'll get you some water now, baby," I told him gently, taking the trash can with me to empty it out in the kitchen.

Throwing up was the worst thing ever, but luckily for Harry it would probably be the last time he threw up for a while. He wasn't sick, I was certain, he had just drank too much milk. I tossed out the small bag I had in the trashcan and replaced it with another, and then I made Harry a glass of water and took it to the boy. The poor Kitten was curled up in a ball underneath the covers, trembling and still looking like he wanted to cry. I placed the trash can where it belonged and sat next to him, helping him sit into a sitting position before sliding the glass between his lips and helping him take a few sips of water.

"L-Louis," he whimpered.

I set the water down on the nightstand and wiggled underneath the covers with Harry, pulling him as close as I could get him to me, "It's okay, baby Kitten."

"Lucy w-will be okay if Harry sleeps?" he sniffled.

I slipped a hand in between us to rub soothing circles at his belly, "She's probably sleeping, too. You can sleep, love. You need to sleep! How's your tummy?"

"It... is weird," he whispered.

"You'll feel better soon," I promised. "I think you just drank too much milk too fast. Are you hungry?"

Harry shook his head, but then tilted his head back to look at me, "Y-you are hungry?"

"No, I'm okay," I assured him. "We can stay here and cuddle all you want."

"Harry needs to brush his teeth," he murmured.

I nodded, helping the boy up and guiding him gently to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth. As I had predicted, Lucy was sleeping curled up on her bed of blankets and pillows, and Harry nodded once before rinsing his mouth out and then turning and burrowing into me. I pressed my face into his curls with a chuckle, "Too tired to walk back to our bed?"