kitty [larry/in progress]

.two

honestly, harry did forget that louis was there.

it's just that the boy had taken so long in the bathroom, and even longer in his niece's room – figuring out what he wanted to wear – that he simply didn't remember ever letting the hybrid in. it's not that he's a forgetful person, it's just that he's a forgetful person.

so, when he pulls up porn on his laptop, he doesn't think anything of it because he's supposed to be alone and not plagued with the burden of a bratty boy. and when the moaning begins to play on the screen – rather loudly at that – he thinks nothing of the surprised gasp that sounded out behind it. (and actually, he's sure it came from the girl getting eaten out on pornhub.)

and, like. he's just about to pull his knob out and have a nice wank when there's a dip in the left side of the bed, followed by a foot kicking him directly in his fucking throat. he splutters loudly, coughing as he catches sight of the thing that's been causing him grief for the past couple of hours, staring wide-eyed at the laptop.

of course, of course, of course, instead of putting on imogen's pyjamas like he'd been instructed – louis had to put on a patterned long-sleeved shirt and an overall-dress, as if that actually made sense for the nighttime. he looks damn cute in it, and his hair is still wet from the bath water but still– follow directions.

after realising that the hybrid was watching porn, harry shoots up from his spot on the bed and proceeds to try and get louis away from the laptop. it proves to not be as hard as it would seem, and soon enough, the computer is being slammed shut. the room is silent, then; free of the actress' noisy moans and dirty-talking.

harry's flustered, as well as irritated.

louis says, "louis wants to know why lady had on no clothes. was she taking wash? louis did not see water around."

immediately, harry pushes his face into his hands and groans loudly.

not even his niece was this much of a nuisance. sure, he'd know when she was here and would have a mind not to play a porn film when she was, but still. he's irritated and sexually frustrated, and louis is blinking back at him with a curious look on his face and water dripping from his hair.

little fucker.

"i— uh. she— uh. yeah, she was getting ready for a bath," harry lies, reaching behind himself to scratch at his neck.

louis' eyebrows furrow, and his ears twitch. for a moment, harry is sure that he wasn't buying it.

but then— "oh. well, louis already took wash! smells like flowers!"

"yeah? 's that right?" the elder murmurs.

louis hums in agreement. "louis also thought about something in tub," he's saying.

"what's that?"

then, before harry could properly do anything about it, louis is leaping into his lap. he lets out a surprised sqwauk at the sudden weight being pressed against his thighs; hands already ready to come up and push the hybrid away. (mostly because he has half of a fucking boner and doesn't want an excitable boy digging his knees into it.)

but, then, he's settling nicely atop his hips and fitting his arms around harry's neck. he does in fact smell of flowers, but that was probably because there were several spots of soap on his neck that he failed to get during his bath. it was better than spots of yoghurt and biscuit crumbs, though.

after he's finished hugging the life out of harry, louis pulls up and looks down at the man with spheric, sympathetic eyes. he even twiddles his thumbs — which is so cliché that harry is sure is something he's pulled off of a telly show.

he mumbles, "louis is sorry for yellin' at harry. harry does not need wash. but, louis is not sorry for messin' harry's shirt."

"and why's that, lad?" harry laughs.

"'cause shirt was ugly. very, very ugly," louis admits with a giggle.

harry shouldn't be offended, but he is, because that shirt was probably one of his absolute favourites. he pushes that aside, though, and reaches up to pat at louis' thighs.

"yeah. yeah, you're fine— 's okay."

louis instantaneously squeals ecstatically. instead of squeezing the life out of him as harry had feared, he leaps off of the bed and runs across the room and— fuck, harry hoped that he hadn't gotten him hyper.

luckily for him, louis only flops down onto the carpeted flooring of harry's bedroom. the man observes him as he curls up onto it; lengthy hair flopping onto his pinkened little nose as he did so.

but, then harry realised that he hasn't the foggiest what the hybrid was up to. he kept swishing his tail behind himself — dangerously close to the lamp that'd been a gift from harry's dead nan. and, it wasn't that harry didn't trust the boy. he simply didn't want him to ruin another thing of his.

so, he says, "what are you doing, kid?"

louis keeps his face buried into the carpet, slipping his eyes closed inside of opening them proper to get a good glance at harry. his tail is continuing to move behind him; flicking water across the room each time that he did so.

"louis is sleepin'. harry should sleep, too."

and, oh. that makes sense.

"why are you on the floor?" harry questions slowly.

louis yawns, "louis sleep on floor. it soft."

"well, could you please not move your fucking tail— jesus, louis!" harry squeaks as the boy's limb comes horrendously close to the lamp once again.

suddenly, louis is stretching on the floor, giving a sleepy giggle. shortly afterwards, his tail comes to wrap around his torso, and his eyes are shutting once again.

he looks super cute.

but, harry can't possibly think about that right now. so, he kicks off his shoes and strips off the t-shirt that he'd been donning, then buries himself beneath the covers of his mattress.

*~*

so, finally an update! it's about 1,014 words, so there's that. it's just the beginning of this story, so don't worry.

i can't exactly promise a speedy update, but. hopefully there will be one soon.

and yes, you can slap the shit out of me for not updating in over a month.

((i also have another story coming out called 'mean' — but it's not gonna be a overload of stories, since it only needs editing seeing that i wrote it over a year ago.))