The flaws of being alone *Larry Stylinson*Kitten!Harry

Chapter 3

Harry's P.O.V

"Harry. Come and live with me." Louis voice rang out into the silence.

I could've sworn my heart stopped. He was offering me a place to live. A place to share. With him.

I turned to him, unable to form any words.

"So...?" He questioned.

Instead of answering, I launched myself into his arms.

"I'm taking that as a yes?" He chuckled.

I nodded my head quickly and I looked at him.

"Yes please." I whispered.

He smiled down at me and grabbed my hand.

"Come on then. there's nothing you want to take with you is there?" He asked whilst slowly pulling me to the door.

"No. All of this stuff is from the tip anyway. I don't need it." I smiled.

He then pushed the door open I followed him outside into the cold February air.

We were both shivering and he glanced at me before putting his arms around me.

"Because it's freezing." He stated as I snuggled closer to him.

We walked a little while longer and got the alley where I found him.

"It's gonna take a while to get home. I ran for ages." He sighed.

"I think all the buses are out as well. Because of the snow." I replied.

"Oh well, we'll keep each other warm." He smiled at me and I grinned back.

Being with him, I could already feel myself slipping back into my old, kitten-like self. The side of me that I thought I had lost. Whether that was a good or bad thing, I could never decide.

"So, why were you running last night?" I asked whilst looking around the alley ways we were walking through.

I heard him sigh deeply before saying,

"My boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, cheated on me. I found out and got really upset because he promised to stay faithful. And he didn't. I ran away from him after I was told and he chased me and I told him to leave me alone and that we were over. And I was so hurt that I just ran as far as my legs would take me."

I looked down at him after his little speech to see tears falling down his face.

"Lou..." I whispered and then pulled him into my arms, wrapping him up si nothing could get to him.

I could hear him sobbing into my chest and I broke my heart. Whoever did this to him was a deadman walking when I found him.

"Lou. It's okay. You don't need him." I soothed.

"I do though. I do. He made me feel less lonely. He made me feel wanted." He cried.

"You are wanted. And needed." I rubbed his back softly.

We stood in silence as he calmed down, with him still pulled into my chest.

"I'm sorry." He sniffed.

"It's okay," I released him from my arms, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah i'm okay." He smiled weakly.

I nodded in reply and we carried on walking. I carefully slipped my arm around his waist to help keep him warm and well, because it felt natural.