cocktails | larry ✔️

one

harry styles is the first hybrid ever to achieve such success.

in the lovely age of eighteen he left college and founded a company, which is well known around the globe.

a charity firm.

harry is good in investing stuff.

and having beards.

he is gay but too many people are stupid, so he hides it.

why not. he can fuck around anyway.

but he doesn't.

see, that's the problem: harry hasn't time to fuck. to have a relationship or... be happy.

harry was successful since he was eighteen but never really happy or in love.

being a hybrid is hard sometimes and being a gay hybrid is even harder. often harry feels left out, stupid or not belonging.

he hates that feeling.

but anyway: the clock shows 6:30 and that means harry has time for a nice coffee in a coffee shop nearby. 6:30 means he has enough time to think about the stupid image change his manager wants.

"harry, dear: you seem to be so cold. you are after all the ceo of a charity company..."

"what do you imply?"

"you need to show your heart more often. you need to do things people want to see. like adopt a child, spend your money on a teenager's education or something."

"we build wells in africa.. isn't that enough?"

but he had shook his head sadly. "you are too unpersonal and with your image being unpersonal, the company isn't attractive, heartwarming etc..."

harry orders a black coffee and takes a seat on one of the tables. he has his briefcase next to him on the other seat.

harry looks at his phone but after seeing countless of missed calls and messages from his assitants and his secretary, he puts it away. it's short after 6:30. he still has time.

harry is grateful to see his coffee being brought and he even smiles a little bit at the waitress, thanks her mumbling and sips the first, too hot drops.

it burns but at this unhumanly time of the day he doesn't even really care. his eyes travel outside, where he sees a boy standing in front of the entrance.

run down clothes, dirty face, steel blue eyes and in his hand, clutched, a cap.

a begger? a homeless?

the boy shrugs and enters the coffee shop.

harry follows his actions with his eyes.

"hello." it's nearly empty and so quiet he can hear everything the boy on the other end of the shop says.

"do you possibly hire?"

the guy behind the counter looks disgusted but too shy to say anything mean. "i'll ask. wait here, please." he looks around, checking harry's stare and nods. like he wants to tell the ceo to have an eye on the begger boy. so he can't steal anything.

the homeless boy nods. "thank you so much, sir."

then his eyes meet harry's.

the boy frowns cutely.

first of harry doesn't understand why he is looking like seeing an alien.

but then harry does understand: he basically is one. well, not to everyone but there are still so many people who never met a hybrid.

the boy seems to think. then he shrugs like telling himself "why not".

"excuse me, sir?" he slowly approaches harry. his cap clutched in his little fists like something to hold on to.

harry looks at him. "yes, please?"

"i don't want to sound rude, but... are you possibly a hybrid?"

harry doesn't know if it's his swollen lip, his burnt tongue, the early morning or the horrible smell of the guy before him. but he chuckles.

that's rarely. but he needs to.

the boy blushes and looks down. was it rude? was it mean? do you ask people things like this?

"sorry. i'm sorry, sir."

harry smiles at him. he wants to say that indeed, he is a hybrid. a cat hybrid to be specific but at the time he opens his mouth, the employee gets back and tells the boy: "no, we don't hire. sorry, man."

the boy looks back and nods. like not having expected something other than this.

then he turns around to harry. "i'm sorry to have bothered you, mister. have a nice day."

harry raises his hand. "why don't you come and sit with me for a few minutes?"

the boy looks at him shocked. "what?"

"yeah, i'll buy you a drink and we can talk. got a few minutes left before work starts."

"a-a drink, s-sir?"

"yeah, a drink. what do you like? coffee, tea or hot chocolate?"

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my try-chapter. here you go.

we'll see how that goes. not to much plot in this either...

what do you think?

what do you want to read about? cute headcanons about hybrid harry and curious louis? tell me! c: