Larry Stylinson Fanfictions

My Hybrid {Kitten!Louis}

So this one is... I don't even know. I'm just writing as I go. (Hey, that rhymed!) So this is just... you know, like something that comes straight from my head. Sorry if it doesn't make sense.

May contain smut… If I feel like it. There will be fluff, I'm most certain of that.

Enjoy!

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Louis had always been abused. Used. Left behind.

All because he was a hybrid.

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*Louis*

I've finally gotten away.

Away from home.

Away from abusive parents.

Away from uncaring siblings.

Away from everyone.

All I'd taken with me was a backpack full of essentials, like food, water, clothing, a sleeping bag, you know, that kind of thing.

As I walk down the sidewalk, a truck rolls to a stop beside me. The window rolls down and an eighteen-year-old-looking boy pokes his head out.

"Hey!" he says. "What are you doing so late at night on the highway?"

"I'm running away," I say.

"Wh- hey, are those cat ears?" he says, leaning closer. Close enough that I can see emerald green eyes shining, even though there are no street lights and the truck's headlights aren't facing us.

"Y-yeah," I stutter, my heart racing. I don't even know why.

"That's awesome!" he exclaims, grinning wildly. "Oh, my name's Harry, by the way. I also go by Hazz or Hazza. What's your name?"

"L-Louis," I mumble.

"Well, Louis," Harry says. "Want to stay at my place until you find your own?"

I nod vigorously. "Y-yeah, i-if you're okay with it..."

"Oh, I get lonely, it'll be fine," he says. "Hop in."

I walk over to the passenger seat and slide in.

And that's how I find myself in a truck, singing along with some song on the radio next to a complete stranger.

*Harry*

When we pull up in front of my house, Louis climbs out of the car and stares at it in awe. His pretty blue eyes twinkling as he assesses the house.

"T-this is your house?" Louis asks in awe.

"Yeah," I answer softly. "This is why I get lonely. Big house, no one to share it with."

He nods and smiles almost shyly at me. "Where will I be sleeping?"

I smile. "I'll show you around first, just so you know where to go."

He nods. "Okay."

I unlock the door and then step aside so he can go in. He walks to the center of the lobby, then stares around it, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Whoa," he whispers.

I smile as I watch him. His eyes settle back on me, and he blushes.

"I-I've never b-been in s-someplace like this," he explains.

"Yeah," I say. "Come on, I'll show you around."

I lead him around, showing him the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, my study room, the library, and our bedrooms.