*Discontinued* Sealed With A Kitten [Larry Hybrid!Harry]

Chapter Eleven.

So I know what second bromance....romance....pairing I'm going with. ^*^ it'll officially come in later, but I'll be dropping hints here and there. Also, chapters are going to be shorter, definitely way shorter than I'd like them to be, but that's going to help me so I can update easier and have more chapters.

Ooo! On another note, I've got a few more fics coming out after my next update! If you wanna check them out and let me know if I should keep writing them, that'd be great!

I might get to update later this week with all the free time and lack of writers block! But we are moving from Woodland Park to Aurora in Denver, so... I might not. But I've got a draft already, so I hope I can get it published sometime this or next week!

FILLER CHAPTER, SORRY. NEEDED TO GET SOME THINGS FIGURED OUT.

Xx
-styl

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I finally decided to suck it up and get out of Louis' bed. Not because he threatened to get Paul, but because I didn't know how much more of being in his bunk I could take.

Just laying there, staring out the window, surrounded by Louis' blankets and Louis' pillow and Louis' smell.

It was faint, but he'd been sleeping in the same bunk since we started doing tours. So it was basically an imprint.

And I don't know why I'm going on about his scent. I'm such a weirdo. Or maybe I'm just stalling, because though I said I've sucked it up and gotten out of bed, I really haven't. I've convinced myself that I would within sixty seconds, but it's been about three minutes. Every time I count down from five, when I hit one, I end up burying myself farther into his sheets. But I didn't want to erase his scent, replace it with mine.

So I actually got up this time.

I slowly pulled off my sweatpants. Of course I wasn't just dreaming, I had woken up almost an hour ago and known I wasn't still dreaming. (Or rather, Louis woke me up.)

But there was my tail, fluffy and brown, curling tightly around my leg and twitching at the tip. I groaned- hopefully not audibly- and hiked a pair of black jeans up my long legs.

I pulled a beanie on over my ears, even though they were flattened into my hair.

I left my shirt from last night on because it smelled like Louis.

I love Louis.

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"Morning, Curly." Liam murmured when I squished myself into the couch between him and Zayn. There were plenty of open seats, but I wanted to be with someone.

I hadn't soon forgotten that moment we shared together a few days ago in the bathroom of a restaurant. I don't suppose he's forgotten either.

Maybe I should be in love with Liam instead. Obviously he's interested in me, and I think I'm interested in him. Louis isn't interested in me that way at all. I wish he was.

"Hey, Li." I responded quietly. Liam looked me over with curious chocolate eyes. I didn't know what to say. Did he expect me to say something else? Or anything at all, even?

"There's some sort of tension going on between you two," Zayn noted. He stood up.

"I don't wanna be a part of it. You guys talk, I'm gonna go find Niall and Louis."

It was only until Zayn said that and left the bus, that I realised Niall and Louis were actually not there. Just Liam and I. On the bus. Alone.

I have every reason to be even slightly alarmed.

"So like. Harry," Liam started. My eyes flickered up to him and he looked kind of nervous. I think I know where this is going.

Or maybe I don't know where this is going. Because Liam looks like he's not going to continue this conversation and just leave me hanging. But after a few moments of awkward silence, he spoke.

"About that. Moment. I'm really really sorry, it just kind of happened. I know you love Lou, I'm so sorry for confusing you- if I confused you? I wasn't thinking straight." He rushed out.

I nodded slowly at his words, but my dumbass mind was off making a pun out of that.

The fuck you weren't thinking straight, you kissed me, hahahah.

But I didn't say it. Now isn't the right moment.

"I'm sorry too. But I like. Kind of liked it..." I admitted. But only to make him feel better. Because the only reason why I enjoyed it even a little bit, was because I was pretending that Liam was Louis.

Liam gave me a half hearted smile and shook his head.

"Harry, it's. It's okay. You don't have to lie to spare my feelings. I'm fine." He said.

I shook my head right back at him.

" 'M not lying, Li. I did like it." I repeated. Liam gave me an incredulous look.
I raised my eyebrows.

"Okay... Thanks Harry..." He murmured. I leaned over and hugged him.

Liam's arms hesitantly wrapped around my shoulders and I leaned into his touch a little, knocking off my beanie in the process.

I pulled back quickly and scrambled to grab it, twitching back my ears defensively.

"Harry, what are you- what the fuck?"

He noticed.

He noticed.

He fucking noticed.

I glanced at him with wide eyes and his expression confirmed my fear.

"Liam," I began shakily. But Liam never swears, so I don't think he's taking this well.

I stood up slowly in case any sudden moves would set him off like a wild animal and cause him to strangle me. Because why wouldn't he? Four ears is so creepy!

"I- sorry!" I squeaked out. I hastily made my way back to the back of the bus and curled up in my bunk.

Well, here come the waterworks.

So now Liam knows.

Shit.