More Scales- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

Niall sat on the couch, staring ahead at the wall with a blank expression on his face. His was hugging one of the couch cushion pillows. Harry watched him with a frown. Liam had dropped him off half an hour ago, and he just....sat there. The puppy hybrids blonde folded gold retriever ears were limp and drooped on his head. His eyes, usually bright and happy, were bloodshot from crying, bags under his eyes.

"We had a fight..." Niall spoke after what seemed like an eternity, not really talking to anyone in particular. Harry frowned, slithering closer. It was hard to sit on the couch with another person already sitting there. Harry had to loop his tail on top of himself on the remaining couch cushion. However, Harry didn't mind. He wanted to be close to Niall.

"We just had sex and everything was...so good." Niall sniffled. "I started to grab the pillows off the couch, but ...Liam took them from me." Niall murmured, leaning against Harry. Harry nodded, rubbing his back. It made sense.

From what Liam had told him about Niall, the hybrid went into an aggressive heat cycle about three or four times a year. But because he had gotten a hysterectomy, not by his choice of course, Niall's body couldn't handle all of the hormones that came with it, and he would crash, spiraling into a depressive episode each time. He would usually be manic right before, building nests, playing pretend that he could still conceive a child. That would make the downfall all the harder when reality sank in once more.

"I told him to give it back and le-let me nest. He just spouted off the same bullshit about my therapist." Niall sniffled. "I don't care. I wanted to nest!" He wiped at his eyes, though he looked more mad than sad to Harry.

"He got mad at me, and said that he was tired of it." Niall whined softly, his voice getting higher. "An-and I said if he was tired of me than maybe I should go back to the shelter! and he didnt say no!" Fresh tears filled Nialls eyes. Harry frowned and wrapped himself around him.

"What did he sssay?" A very brief feeling of panic hit him. Liam would never get rid of Niall. He loved him. Harry could tell. Right?

"He didn't say anything!" Niall cried out. "He just said he had to go on a walk, and he left me all alone." Niall huffed, crossing his arms. "H-Hes gonna get rid of me, i know it!" Harry frowned, opening his mouth to argue with Niall when Zayn spoke up. The cat hybrid had slinked out of his room and had been laying in the door way to the living room for who knows how long.

"For fucks sake. He isn't going to get rid of you." Zayn scoffed, jumping up on the couch and wedging himself in with the back of Harrys tail.

"What would you know anyway?" Niall glared. "You don't even have an owner! You just live here." The puppy hybrid glared right back. The two staring each other down. Harry sighed softly. He though that the two would get past this at some point, but they never seemed to.

"I know quite a lot, thank you very much." Zayn crossed his arms. "I'm assuming youre fucking him?" Zayn asked. Harrys face started to get a bit red.

"Zayn, thatssss not your-"

"Yea." Niall replied, no shame or embarrassment in his tone. "I am."

"Without being asked to? You initiate it?" Zayn probed. Niall shrugged, staring at him with an uncertain expression.

"Most of the time." He muttered. "So what?"

"So what?" Zayn scoffed. "First off, you're a puppy hybrid. You're so much more valuable than a basic cat hybrid. Then, you're already trained and give Liam all the sex he wants without him having to ask. Plus you guys live together, so he has to be somewhat sentimentally attached to you. Just start cooking for him, and lay off the crazy baby shit and you've got a home for life." Zayn nodded. Harry shook his head in disbelief. That was not helpful, especially with the state Niall was in.