*Liam's P.O.V.*
"Clean him up, 'Kay?" Zayn patted my back as I nodded a quick yes. I looked over at the boy and my heart shattered like it was glass thrown off a cliff. I'd seen worse, but this boy looked so innocent, so young. So...cute.
Wait. What? Cute? Holy fucking hell. Liam you wanker, you can't think the boy is cute!!!
I sighed at the battle going on in my head, and lifted up the boy to my room. He was light, a bit to light for his size, I knew he didn't eat well enough. Which brought up the question, who did this? And why?
I looked down at the boy, who was staring blankly into space, not asleep, but not in this world either.
I put him down on my bed, and took out the First Aid Kit. I sat down in a chair beside the bed with the kit sitting in my lap, and I stared at the boy. He wouldn't meet my gaze.
"Hello, I'm Liam. I'm here to help." I spoke softly to the boy, who looked over at me if he just realized I was here. But, he nodded slowly in response.
"This may hurt a bit, so, why don't you tell me what happened." I suggested, as cleaned out the cuts on his face. He whimpered, and didn't respond. I sighed, and cleaned out his cuts in silence.
"Alright," I spoke while closing the kit and putting it away, "it's time for a shower."
He looked at me with wide eyes and shook his head frantically no.
"You need a shower." I stated. I started walking towards him, about to pick him up, but he jumped out of bed, running to the corner if the room shaking with fright.
"Please, you need to shower willingly or I am going to have to get Zayn or Niall to help, an you don't want that." I lightly threatened him, to which he started silently crying, but stood up and walked towards me. I smiled at him and took his hand in mine, guiding him to the bathroom.
I closed the door behind us and locked the door, so the boy couldn't run out. I turned on the shower, and told the boy to take off his clothes.
I was completely shocked when he did. He had bruises running all along his torso, as well as burn marks and long scars. He also had scars on his hips, which scared me.
He looked at the ground and started to sob when he saw my expression. I walked over to him and he flinched away.
"I won't hurt you." I told him as I wrapped him in a hug. "But you still need to get in the shower."
He entered the shower and just stood under the water, unmoving, I took a deep breath and let it out dramatically.
"You don't know how to take a shower do you?" I asked putting a hand on my hip.
He spoke softly, with an angelic voice, "S-sorry." He said, looking at the floor again.
"It's alright, boo. I'll wash your hair for you." His eyes widened in alarm, but he does this at almost everything I say, so I ignored it, and put shampoo in my hands.
I scrubbed it in his wet mop of curls, but stopped abruptly when my hands ran over a lump. I felt over it, and lifted it up to reveal a brown...cat ear? I searched the other side of his head and found another, then I looked behind him -while getting slightly wet and found a thin brown tail protruding from his backside. My eyes widened, and I screamed out. "HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT YOU ARE HALF CAT?!"
He winced at my words and I instantly regretted them. "No, it's alright. I think it's kinda cool." I told him, smiling. He slightly smiled back in return, but it wasn't real.
I cleaned his hair, and the rest of his body. Then turned off the water ad helped him out of the shower.
I dried him off, and gave him a pair of swear pants and a hoodie to wear, along with a pair of boxers. I cut a hole in the boxers and pants so his tail could come through.
I waited in the other room while he got dressed, even though I'd seen him naked before, I felt he needed some privacy.
When he came out it was like he was a whole new person. A sexy person. I gaped. Despite the bandages and bruises on his face, he was adorable, his green eyes consumed me, and his hair had already dried into the perfect quiff.
He just stood there awkwardly and I cleared my throat. "Ehem. Well we need to tell the boys about your...cat-like features. Do you have a name?"
"Harry." He squeaked out. I smiled at the fact that he spoke to me.
I led him downstairs and he sat on the couch.
"Boys! Get your bloody arses down here I have news!" I yelled. Harry sat criss-cross-applesauce on the couch, looking adorable. His ears twitching around nervously.
Zayn and Niall came in together and glared at me with annoyance. "Sit down, and please saw the questions until I am done. LOOOUUUUIIIIISSSSSS" I screamed, then heard a this from upstairs, we all chuckled except Harry, knowing Louis fell out of bed.
He stumbled down the stairs and wobbled into the room. Flipping down on the floor, muttering insults.
I pointed to Harry, who looked up at me with confused eyes. "This, is Harry." I introduced.
"Harry, this is Zayn, Niall, and Louis. Louis brought you here." I pointed to each of the boys in turn as I introduced them.
Zayn gave me a bored look. "Harry here, is half cat." As I said this, all the boys looked up at Harry, and Harry gave them a look of pure fear, and shrunk back into the couch, his ears, flicked up into the air, and the boys gasped.
"Awesome!" Niall shouted out. "He could help us fight other gangs!"
"What, no!" Louis and I responded to him at the same time. Harry brought his knees to his chest not liking the idea.
"Good idea, Niall." Zayn though out loud. "I think that's a good use for him." I looked at Zayn, shocked, as well did Harry and Louis.
Harry can't help us fight gangs!
He could die!
