cocktails | larry ✔️

seventeen

liam looks at louis curiously. maybe a bit smirking.

louis sits over his essay. his eyes are directed on his paper.

liam chuckles and shakes his head.

louis looks up at him and frowns. "what's wrong?"

liam grins at him. "how long do you think this will go?"

"what exactly do you mean?"

at first louis was shy and didn't like talking to liam but they know each other for weeks now and since louis knows now he's definitely in love with harry, not liam, he is not embarrassed around him anymore.

liam crosses his arms before his chest and shrugs. "you are sitting there. and you suck on your pencil. you only do that when you're not here."

"not here." louis sounds questioningly.

"yeah, your thoughts are... somewhere else. and i have a guess where they are."

louis looks at his paper. "i've got three sentences already. it's not like i don't try."

liam laughs, his head falls back. "maybe you should write about what exactly you feel. write about your thoughts."

louis blushes and nibbles on his pencil again. its end is full of saliva and it looks like louis sucks a dick, but liam won't ever mention that. he is his teacher after all.

and he has a quirky blonde boyfriend.

but it really looks like louis sucks cock.

"i won't. i will write about the topic you gave me."

liam takes louis's paper into his hands, his eyes travel over the words louis has brought down in half an hour and he quirks a brow. "no."

"no what? stop talking in riddles, lima!" louis pouts.

"you won't finish that ever. you have two choices. choice one is to write an essay about your deepest thoughts and i will swear that i won't ever tell harry about it. or choice two: doing math problems."

"you know i hate math." louis squints his eyes.

"i'm your teacher, kid. choose."

louis scoffs and ruffles through his hair with one hand. "one it is then."

he takes his stuff back from liam and begins to write things down.

this will at least be easy.

- the first day i saw harry i thought he was an arrogant business man. he sat in a coffee shop i tried to get a job at and when he looked at me like all those rich and wealthy people do, i saw his ears. they twitched. i was fascinated. sure, i always loved cats, but i never met a hybrid before.

i forgot about all the prejudged i had and went up to him. i asked if he really is a hybrid. that sounds stupid and childish, sure. but i had to.

there was this loud voice in my head that told me he will change my life. how? i didn't know. maybe it was faith. i don't really believe in stuff like this but i was brave and asked him.

he told me to sit down. i did.

later he asked me to come with him to his workplace. i did.

he asked me to sign a contract. i did.

he wanted me to move in with him. i did.

everything he told me to. i did.

i never asked myself why, but i guess the answer is right here before me. 

i want to.

i want to be good and behave. because everytime i am, he is so happy and cares a little bit more about me.

it's different than with a parent. it's different.

harry and i are different. and maybe even difficult.

i'm scared to define what we have because i think harry isn't interpreting it the way i do. why should he like a guy like me? barely legal, dependent on him?

without harry i would be still on the streets.

and i'm scared if i tell him, he'd be disgusted. or something.

my thoughts are all over the place and all i want is to be his.

only his and forever. -

"i'm done." louis sits back. his right hand hurts.

"and i'm gone. i have to go, lou. i'll have a look at it later, alright? tomorrow we will do a bit math. prepare for that you lazy boy." liam ruffles through louis's hair and takes the sheet.

"greetings to harry." liam opens the door himself. he will find the way out and he knows louis likes to sleep after the lessons.

"greetings to niall." louis mumbles and has his eyes still set on the table before him. what did he just give liam?

oh no!

-

harry had a bad day at work. his co-workers seem to be gone mental and ridiculous and every time he tries to relax or close his eyes, he sees louis.

sitting in front of him. smiling. with cat ears on his head.

sometimes harry wishes louis was a real hybrid. it would be so nice. louis could understand him the way harry needs it.

he leaves the car, says goodbye to the driver and opens his front door.

he enters the house, his feet on the floor the only thing to hear.

it's so quiet. maybe louis takes one of his beloved naps.

it's often like this: louis has school with liam in the morning, does his homework after lunch, gets into bed and when he wakes up (normally harry would wake him) he is in his kitty mood.

it was like this for two weeks now. louis being a cat when harry is around. or a hybrid.

liam told harry many time that he doesn't think louis has a mental illness. he is very mature when around his teacher and his work gets better every day. he just seems to need harry to care about him. there is still so much stress in him from former years on the streets.

louis isn't fixed but harry can help.

to hear all this from mister "the boy wants to be a cat, i think he is mentally ill, harry!" is a good sign.

louis isn't on his bed sleeping. he sits in the living room, the tv is on and his hand is fixing something in the near of his butt.

maybe his cat tail, which is poking out from his waistband.

harry smiles. "good afternoon, lou."

louis looks at him happily and crawls in harry's direction. harry knees down and pets louis on the head and on his back. then he gives louis's his kisses in the face. all over it, which makes louis giggle.

"were you a good boy today, love?"

louis nods, eyes big.

harry didn't say kitten on purpose. because louis is only a kitten when he is around, and louis doesn't just want to be a good kitten, rather a good boy

just for harry.

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i cut my hair today! it's fucking short and i finally feel like a real trans boy whoop whoop. :D

yeah not much fluff in this, lol.

maybe the next chapter.

are harry and louis ready for the next step in their relationship or is it too fresh and new?