Little Ball of Fur- Larry Stylinson

=^.^= Chapter 1 =^.^=

The annoying sound of Harry's alarm clock goes off at 6AM. Harry groans and reaches out to turn it off. Once the sound is gone, the house goes eerily silent. Harry slowly opens his eyes to the early rays of sunshine shining through his window. He blinks a few times trying to adjust to the light. He sits up and stretches, then finally makes his way to the kitchen. He whips up a quick breakfast and takes a seat at his two person dinner table. He sighs as he takes a bite of his eggs.

Harry has been living on his own for three years now. After he finished his university courses, he figured he'd get his own place and start a life of his own. Of course it seemed like such a good idea at the time. He figured he could sleep for however long he wanted, pig out on junk food, and clean on his own time rather than his mum's. Sure living on his own was fun at first, but he soon found it rather depressing.

Living alone does have its perks, but it also has its downside. That downside is that he comes home to an empty house and silence filled night. He has a job to keep himself busy, but at night? Sure he gets out every once in a while with his friends, but it's not the same. He wants to be able to come home to chat about his day. He wants to feel like someone is missing him while he works. He just wants some company.

He's thought about having a roommate, but it could never work out. He once put out an ad for one, but all the blokes that showed up were either too old or too young. Moreover, most of them couldn't handle paying half the rent. He had hoped that maybe his best friend would help him out, but he realized that too would be a lost cause. He and Zayn are totally different. Zayn is artistic and likes to paint on his walls and listen to loud music. Harry, well, he isn't like that. He prefers to have his walls free of random drawings, and he only likes to listen to loud music when he goes to parties or clubs.

So unfortunately he's stuck on his own. Maybe he could get a pet. Yeah that's a great idea; maybe he'll get a kitten to keep him company. Harry finally comes back to reality when he realizes that he no longer has food on his plate. He washes up and then changes into a proper outfit for work. Harry works as a teacher's assistant at a nearby elementary school. He then laces up his shoes and heads out for the day.

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Harry arrives home later that afternoon. It's just past 3PM so he settles for an early dinner and maybe a film. He sits on his couch and looks through the channels before he comes upon Love Actually. He settles back on his couch and eats his pasta. Halfway through the movie, he sets his empty plate on the coffee table. He takes off his coat and gets more comfortable on the couch. Three fourths into the movie he falls asleep.

He wakes up the next morning, 5AM to be precise. He thinks about catching up on some sleep, but then he realizes it would be the perfect time to enjoy the sunrise. He yawns as he makes his way to the kitchen. He makes some tea and then he's pulling on a robe. He opens his door and walks out into the fresh morning air. He inhales and exhales, smiling at the blotches of yellow and pink on the horizon. He moves to sit on his patio swing, when he freezes in his tracks.

Sitting there, or rather laying there is a figure dressed in tattered clothes. The figure is breathing evenly meaning it was asleep. As Harry moves closer, he notices that it's a boy. He tries to move in to examine him closer, but his foot catches on the side table, making him stumble slightly. The boy is startled awake, jolting into a sitting position. The boy looks at Harry with wide eyes, before darting to the farthest end of the patio swing, keeping distance between him and Harry. Harry just watches in curiosity at the boy, placing his tea on the table he crashed with. He wonders why the boy is laying alone rather than being in his home. Then he remembers the boy's attire and figures he probably doesn't have a home.

"Are you alright?" Harry asks, hoping the boy could tell him as to why he decided to camp out on his patio. The boy doesn't move an inch, simply staring at Harry. "What's your name?" Harry inquires further, hoping the boy would speak. The boy stays quiet. "Can you speak?" The boy finally gives a nod at that. Harry was beginning to consider the boy a mute. "Well if you can speak, will you tell me your name?" The boy shakes his head. "Please, I don't want to hurt you. I want to help." He pleads. He notices the boy is shaking, probably form the cool air of the morning. He really hopes the boy starts talking so they can maybe make their way back into the house. Harry doesn't want the boy to freeze.

"Louis." The boy finally says. "Name is Louis." Harry gives the boy a sincere smile, trying to approach the boy. The boy lets him move about five steps before he's backing away again. Harry sighs.

"Listen, I know we don't know each other very well, but it's cold out here. Why don't we go inside? My house is really warm." He tries, hoping that Louis won't find him creepy for inviting him in. Louis simply denies the offer by shaking his head. Harry really doesn't want the boy to freeze to death, so he grabs his tea. "Well how about some tea, it'll warm you up." Harry says trying to hand the tea to Louis. Louis eyes the mug suspiciously. He looks into it, sniffs it and pulls away with a sour face. He shakes his head once more. "Don't like tea hmmm..." Harry is pretty much out of ideas at this point. He stares at the boy for a few moments before he gets an idea. "I'll be back." Then he makes his way back to his house.

He places the tea on the kitchen counter and goes into his room. He grabs a blanket and walks back out to find Louis just like he left him.

"Here. I'll let you sleep some more, but please use this blanket. I don't want you to catch a cold." Louis makes no move to grab the blanket, so he leaves it on the table. "Well I can't do much else can I. I'll be inside if you want to come in." He tells Louis. Harry lingers a few moments hoping that maybe Louis will change his mind and follow him, but he doesn't. He gives him one last smile and then he's walking back into his house. He really hopes the boy uses the blanket.