"No."
Harry and Zayn exchanged weary looks, looking at the naked kitten who was cocooned in the master bedrooms' bed sheets.
It was the next day, and because Louis passed out right after his bath, he was still naked.
And he refused to put any sort of clothes on.
"Come on, kitten." Harry purred, crawling into the bed. He wrapped a tail around Louis' thigh that was peaking out from the sheets. Louis' only response was a giggle as he tried to jerk away from the possessive grip. "We have to get you clothes."
"Louis doesn't want clothes." He pouted, big blue eyes making the situation a lot more difficult than it had to be. "Louis wanna be naked." He grinned, sitting up from the bed. "Why Zaynie and Hazzy not naked, too?"
"I thought you wanted new clothes?" Zayn attempted to switch tactics. Louis' body was getting revealed more and more as he wiggled around with Harry, and it was making the man get more and more distracted.
Zayn watched as Louis began to meow, and couldn't help the little smile that grew on his face at the noise. He had seen hybrids get lost to their instincts before, but never up close and personal like he was to the kittens in front of him.
Louis was clearly trying to get Harry to play with him, and it made Zayn gasp when the older cat actually followed through. He'd never even heard Harry's meow before, as the hybrid was raised to learn how to control his instincts.
While their interaction was adorable in Zayn's opinion, he couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about.
After a moment, Harry slipped off the baggy grey shirt he had been wearing, and dressed Louis in it. The smaller hybrid was nuzzling the clothing, before looking over at Zayn, meowing.
Harry chuckled, looking over toward Zayn. "He said he's ready."
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"Louis doesn't like this store." Zayn frowned down at the boy, watching as he set down another pair of jeans. "Louis' ready to go."
"Why don't you like it here, babe?" Zayn questioned. Louis was wearing a shirt of Harry's and an old pair of leggings from Zayn's sister that he had lying around.
"Doesn't feel right." The boy whined. Harry was on the other side of the store looking at shoes, but once he heard the high pitched sound, made his way back to the duo.
"What's wrong, kitten?" Harry questioned, looking around the store wearily.
"No like clothes." Louis was growing frustrated, making Zayn frown. He was trying his bet to try to make the boy comfortable, but obviously wasn't succeeding. "Louis sorry. Just go home and be naked, please."
"Lou, you need clothes." Harry sighed, shaking his head. "Do you like what you're wearing?"
"Yes." Louis sounded just as exasperated as Harry and Zayn felt. "Like it."
"You like these pants?" Harry questioned, reaching down to pinch at the black fabric. "You want more of these?"
"Yes please!" Louis gasped happily, clapping his hands together. His tail, which sat at the base of his spine, wrapped itself around Zayn's wrist. "More please, Zaynie?" His mama had told him that the pants he was currently wearing were for girls only, but he was happy to know Zayn and Harry didn't care about things like that.
"Sure, baby." Zayn nodded his head, looking down at his watch. "I have to go into the office soon, though, so we have to be quick, alright?"
Both cats agreed, and Zayn grinned as he watched their tails tangle together. They were the cutest kittens he'd ever seen.
Since Zayn had no idea where they could buy leggings, he let the cats lead the way. Harry seemed more sure of himself in the shopping center than Zayn anyways.
But, Zayn was surprised when he realized they were steering him towards Victoria's Secret.
"Harry?" Zayn whispered, unsure. "Is this the right store?"
The mans only reply was to give him a sharp look before turning back around to show Louis around the store.
Zayn was a bit nervous, but as he kept watching Louis, it began to wash away. Louis didn't seem uncomfortable in the slightest. He walked around the store and his eyes got larger as he found more stuff that he obviously liked.
"What do you like, babe?" Zayn questioned, unsure as to why Louis wasn't picking anything up. "What do you want to get?"
"Louis like so much." The boy looked nervous, chewing on his lip. Harry sent Zayn a look before nudging Louis forward.
"You can get a few things, kitten. Just ask Zayn before, okay?" Louis gasped excitedly, looking between the both of them.
"Kitty tellin' truth? Louis can have stuff?" Zayn could feel the fond smile growing on his face as he nodded his head.
"Anything you want, baby." Louis let out an excited meow, reaching out to run his fingers along a rack of shirts. He picked out a blue shirt, and a white one, both with little designs on them. He showed them to the two boys he was with happily.
"Louis like these colors." He announced. "Kitty and Zaynie like?"
"Those will look very pretty on you, kitten." Harry hummed, sending him a dimpled grin. "Right, Zayn?"
"Of course, babe." Zayn was quick to compliment the boy. "You'll look great. But, let's get a size a bit smaller, yeah? I don't think that'll fit right."
Louis raised an eyebrow, holding one of the shirts over himself. "Too big?"
"Yeah, babe. That looks like a large." Zayn looked for a different size in the same shirt, and pulled out a size small. "Here we go, let's see this one, it's a small."
The shirt looked like it'd be a perfect fit, and Louis seemed a bit cross at the fact. "Louis no small. Louis big kitten." He sneered.
Harry nuzzled the boys neck, effectively calming him down and distracting him at the same time. "Come on, pretty kitty. Let's find some more clothes, right?"
Louis giggled happily, nodding his head in agreement.
Zayn felt so lucky to be around a boy like Louis.
He was beautiful in every way, and all he wanted to do was cherish him.
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I liked writing this bc it gives an insight to how Z feels about his kittens. Obviously, he adores them 😭
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Three's Company [zourry]
Fanfiction*Currently editing! Louis is a cat hybrid that's been treated more like a toy than anything else his whole life. He lives in an upperclass neighborhood where hybrids are treated like trash. He's newly eighteen, and has been hearing threats from his...