Porcelain: Larry

03

It's been a few weeks since Luke and Harry started 'dating', Louis didn't like it at all.
Not even a little. It pained him to see Luke walking his kitten
home from school, today it hurt more than usual.
It was a normal afternoon, Louis had run his errands, and it was time for Harry to come home to apartment 182. Each day, since the day Louis had walked the hybrid to the school, the older boy wished, hoped and prayed that it would just be the small cat walking home without company.

Now five fifteen, Louis patiently awaited for Harry to arrive.
Soon enough, light footsteps followed by heavier ones came inconsistently down the hall. Giggles erupted from the hybrid, Luke peppering light kisses down Harry's neck as the boy fumbles with his keys.
Luke eventually turn Harry around, placing a visibly heavy kiss on his lips;Harry was taken aback at first when Luke's lips moved furiously against his but then quickly returned the favor.

The whole time Louis was watching he was overcome with pure disgust,
Luke's hand had reached the hybrid's lower back, below his tail at this point; slowly inching toward Harry's plump, skirt clad bottom.
A single firm squeeze sent Harry through metaphorical gates, down into a garden of arousal, something he's never experienced.
Harry pulled back, his erection clear under his lavender skirt, he unlocked the door in a swift motions. After that, it didn't take much for Luke's hungry hands to lightly shove the boy in and shut the door.

Louis doesn't feel heartbroken nor does he feel betrayal or envy. He had just witnessed his love in the act; but all he feels is anger.
Rage, directed towards the duo; Harry, because he disobeyed his demands. And Luke, because of his past, and the indescribable acts he has committed against a clueless hybrid that doesn't know what he wants.
Louis thinks he knows what Harry wants, what's best for him.

"All I've done is pay attention to his feelings,"
Louis spat
"Now nobody wants to pay attention to mine.

Louis paced around his apartment, trying to muster up an idea to get his kitten back.
He knows Harry was never his, but nobody else could have him.
He went into his small bedroom, stripping of his black button down and taking a box from under his bed that he swore he'd never use again unless it was absolutely necessary;
But, Harry would and always will be his only exception.

{lightly edited}