Kitten Loves Cuddles [Larry Stylinson/L.S. Fan fiction/Mpreg]

Chapter 5

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When the kitten woke up, he pouted when he didn't see his master around adorably. He meowed in hopes that Harry was going to burst through the door or out of the toilet, but the thing is that the bathroom was open.

Slowly, Louis got out of bed and made his way downstairs in only Harry's jumper that reached mid-thigh along with his black panties.

Once he was downstairs, he started looking around the mansion for his master but frowned when he didn't find him anywhere. He gasped and turned around when he heard someone say, "Louis, right?"

Louis held his tail in his hands in fear and nodded with his ears flat on his head.

The chef looked at him apologetically and said, "I am so sorry to have frightened you but Mr. Styles is at work, and he asked me to make you breakfast once you woke up."

The kitten's features then softened once he realized that he isn't a burglar but was sad because his master was at work.

When they got into the kitchen, he sat down on one of the stools and shifted around to get comfortable.

The chef started setting up the ingredients and asked, "I have never met a hybrid before so could you please tell me what you would like to eat?" and turned around to look at him.

Louis blushed immediately and looked down at his folded hands because he didn't feel comfortable talking especially since the chef is a total stranger. His ears quickly flattened against his light hair while rubbing his thighs together.

Once the chef realized that the hybrid doesn't talk, he said, "Give me a nod if you want... eggs."

Louis looked around while he nodded shyly and couldn't even look the chef in the eyes.

Taking out some eggs, he added, "With cheese?" He received another nod, "Milk or orange juice?"

Louis pouted in thought adorably and then took out one finger signaling that he wanted to drink some milk.

The chef was starting to get the hang of it as he smiled and said, "Cold or hot milk? Sorry, I asked way too many questions, Mr. Styles wanted me to make sure you were alright with everything."

Louis smiled with a cute pink blush on his cheeks at the thought of his master and took out two fingers which meant that he wanted hot milk.

The kitten's tummy was filled with butterflies while he was waiting patiently for his food to be ready. He had both of his palms under his chin while looking at the distance lovingly with his tiny legs swinging back and forth.

The fact that he can't reach the floor kind of frustrates him. As he was looking down at his feet, he pouted and tried to get his toes to touch the floor but failed miserably.

Soon, he gave up and shrugged while he continued daydreaming about his master. Even though he feels a bit naughty, and he doesn't know why he's thinking like that.

The thing about Louis is that he has always been pure and still is as pure as they come, but he has never felt this way before. The butterflies, the clinginess and the way he feels sad whenever his master isn't around.

It's only been less than twenty-four hours, but the kitten couldn't help the way he feels. He feels the need to sit on his heart just so that it would stop beating so fast whenever he would see Harry.

It's embarrassing, really, and he doesn't know how to deal with all of these emotions hitting him like a train.

"Here's your food," Louis was cut off by the chef handing him the food right in front of him just like he asked. The smell of the food was so good that it made his mouth water.

Shyly, he started blowing on the food for it to be cold before taking a bite. The chef was waiting with his arms crossed in anticipation to see if the kitten hybrid liked the food he made.

Louis smiled with crinkles in his eyes as he gave him a thumbs up which made the chef let out a sigh as if the kitten was the judge of Master chef or worse... Hell's kitchen.

Except, the hybrid is probably much nicer than Gordon Ramsey.

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It's been ten hours since Harry was gone for work and seven since the kitten woke up without him. The kitten ate his breakfast and lunch happily with a smile on his face, but there was always something missing.

He absolutely hated being alone.

Louis was sitting down at the bottom of the stairs, hugging his knees to his chest and waited until his master came back from work. His tail was wrapped around himself to soothe him like it always did and his ears were flat sideways sadly.

Ears perked up once he heard the door knob twist to reveal Harry getting into the door with a bouquet of red roses and his black suitcase in one hand. His hair was everywhere as he tried to fix it with his another hand that was empty for some reason.

Louis meowed as he stood up and made his way over to his master to wrap his arms around his waist with his face buried in his chest.

Harry was taken off guard as he covered his kitten with that one hand and whispered in between his kitten ears, "Hello, darling," and pecked one of his kitten ears making them twitch.

Louis was a blushing mess as he looked up at his master in wonder of why he was so late with a pout on his pink lips.

His master grinned with one of the dimples popping out making the kitten's eyes widen in awe, and so he poked it gently then went on his tip toes to place a soft peck on it.

"I am sorry that I was a bit late, the traffic was horrendous," and Louis still looked up at him before extending his arms, commanding to be carried like a little baby.

Harry chuckled down at how random his kitten is and said with a nod, "Alright, sweetheart," then reached down to pick the hybrid up in his arms with his forearm making him gasp and held onto his master.

Louis hid his face in his curls with a smile on his lips and then looked around to see where they were going which is their bedroom.

Once they reached, Harry gently laid him down in the middle of the bed before handing him the bouquet and whispered softly, "This is for you, baby."

Being the playful kitten he is, he giggled and took each rose out to lay it down on the bed with so much love in his eyes.

Harry kept the suitcase somewhere on the floor, took off his jacket along with his tie and unbuttoned some buttons on his shirt. He turned around and saw that the roses were laid all over the bed by his hybrid. Watching in awe, he took the opportunity to take out his iPhone and snap a picture of the moment.

The image consisted of Louis with his hand over his fringe, eyelashes resting on his cheekbones, his white kitten ears in display and his collarbones showing since the jumper is too big on him. The bed was filled with roses neatly aligned everywhere and sometimes one with being on top of the other clumsily.

Even though the picture didn't need any filter but Harry added it for more effect instead of his usual black and white filters. The caption said, "Flowers all round."