cocktails | larry ✔️

six

it doesn't go well.

the interview.

louis is a nice guy and smiles. but he is so nervous that he stutters a lot.

he looks in harry's direction and everytime he does harry scowls.

did he do something wrong?

oh god, what if harry doesn't want him anymore? what if harry decides to not support louis anymore?

louis swallows and doesn't hear the next question.

> -_- <

"i'm sorry, sir! i'm so sorry! i'll practise, i promise! i'll practise a lot how to give interviews. just please give me a second chance."

harry, who sits next to louis in the car, looks out the window.

hands to fists, frowning, while thinking. "it wasn't you, louis. it was my manager."

"i don't understand..." louis trails off.

"he wanted that interview, not me. i said to him to give you more time but he didn't listen to me."

"oh."

"it's alright, lou. don't panic." harry looks at him, smiles and then nods. "you did well enough for it to be your first time."

louis blushes. "you think? i was too stuttery i think.." louis fidgets with his small fingers in his lap, all shy and blushy.

he is already in love with harry.

well... at leat he has a crush.

"don't blush, little one." harry chuckles, his cat ears twitch. harry's tail is wrapped around his own waist, constantly swaying.

louis wants to touch. louis wants to feel the fur under his fingers.

he seriously feels like a little boy again. like the boy that ran after cats of the neighbourhood.

who wanted to feed them and play with them but it often happened that the cats louis loved so much, didn't love him back.

"mummy, she ran away again." louis once whined to his mother.

"louboo, they are cats. cats don't stay. they run. they are independent. but believe me, if she likes you she'll come back."

louis then nodded.

now he feels like he's six again. a small boy on the playground, playing to be a cat with his best friend lucy.

"louis, stop meowing." she laughed amused. "i think one day you'll really be a cat yourself if you don't stop."

louis just meowed, crawling on the dirty ground of the park, trying to catch his friend. lucy ran away, giggling and flopping down near a tree, in the shadow.

"i think, lucy..." louis stopped being a cat for a moment. "i think in my former life i was a kitten."

"i'm sure, you were, lou. no one is obsessed with cats like you are." she fondled his scalp, tickling her hands through his messy brown hair.

louis tries to purr, closing his eyes.

"i think i was a white kitten, don't you think?" louis whispers and curling up near the tree together with lucy.

> ^_^ <

harry and him arrive back home and louis goes to his room, where he has a few sweets kept. he has them from the kitchen. sure, he asked harry if he was allowed to have sweets in his room.

the business man told him yes, on the condition louis eats healthy and never eats the treat before his main meals.

sometimes louis seems like he needs someone to guide, to tell him what and how to do things.

harry gladly is that one. he always liked it when people asked him for advise. being an outsider was never really easy.

louis sits down on his warm, soft bed and unwraps a dairy chocolate bar. he munches on the sweet, looking around.

"louis, are you alright?" harry knocks on the door.

"yeth." louis says with a mouth full of candy.

"can i come in?"

"yeth." louis repeats, nodding cutely. he doesn't have time to speak while eating sweets.

harry smiles, when he sees small louis on his bed with a chocolate bar in his mouth, munching, having big wide blue eyes and watching harry closely.

"i found something in the wash, louis."

oh.

louis coughs.

"actually, i didn't find it in the wash but in the closet. it's freshly washed. i wanted to make my bed. on my own and..." harry stops and looks at the bedsheet in his hand.

louis only notices now.

"there is a strain on it."

"uhm." louis swallows the rest of his bar and wiggles around uncomfortably.

"i don't want to be rude or anything... or even intruding. i don't even care what it is. i just want you to tell me, if you know if it's from you. and when it is, why you didn't just tell me."

louis lays the remains of his bar on the night table next to him.

his hands are tucked under his thighs, he looks at harry with pure panic and embarrassment.

"it's from me, sir. i'm sorry i didn't tell you but it's just embarrassing..." louis looks down with a cute pout on his lips.

harry walks closer. he examines the strain(s)...

"do you wet in your bed, louis?"

oh god. harry doesn't know himself why he did ask this... these are good sheets. if it really was louis's pee it would have been washed out. right?

"no, no! i don't! i really don't." louis shakes his head frankly.

harry nods. "if you do... that would be no problem, i mean... accidents happen. especially when you are in a new surrounding."

"no, it's no pee." louis's face is red. like a tomato. he just wants to die here on the spot, to be honest.

"okay. i don't care what it is, but if you need help or if it happens again, just tell me."

louis blushes even deeper. if harry just knew what it was. if harry just knew how this sounded to louis.

help.

louis wants help with his sexual desires from harry. of course he does.

****

here i am again! party time whoop whoop!!

sorry for the lack of updates. satan dragged me into drarry hell and yesterday i nearly had an emotional breakdown because i watched drarry vids on yt.... o.O

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i really love this story. it's not gonna be much plot. rather fluffy, smutty boyfriends... oops spoiler haha.

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