Secrets to Keep (One Direction Hybrid FanFic, Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Five

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I rolled out of bed with a groan and quickly dressed. It was early, only 6:00 am, and I was the only one awake. I went downstairs into the kitchen and started the stove up. I cracked some eggs into a bowl and broke the yolks, making a thick, yellow mixture. I poured some milk in with the eggs and buttered the pan.

My ears were out and relaxed, and I was rubbing them to get rid of the soreness from hiding them 24/7. It seemed that ever since Audrey died, I couldn't be who I actually was.

I choked back tears, leaving an empty felling in my throat and stomach.

I figured I had another half an hour before the others woke up, probably less. Except Louis, he always overslept.

I softly crept up the stairs, trying not to make a noise, and entered my room. I grabbed the letter that I had found the night before. I walked back down the stairs, my tail swishing behind me. I poured the eggs into the pan and sat down on the couch, opening the letter.

"Harry.

If you are reading this, then I am either gone, or going to be, and I am writing this for your own safety. Do not mourn me for too long, for there are people after you, after you to kill you. You need to trust no one, no matter what. The people closest to you are the ones who are going to betray you. The Agency is led by the man who created you, and he as soon as you are in his clutches, he will do so much worse than you can imagine. You will be wishing for death.

You may not remember much about your childhood, but I do-- I did know. I have little time, but I have so much to say. I pray the best of you, and will hopefully watch over you in heaven.

Harry, one last thing.

Your mother is alive, but not for long. She is with your creator.

I am so sorry, my little kitten."

My tears drizzled down my cheeks, but I wiped them away. I had to stay strong. I heard footsteps coming from upstairs and panicicked. I shoved my tail up my shirt, and flattened my ears. Louis-- surprisingly-- came downstairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

He was in nothing but boxers.

I tried to keep my gaze upward, but I couldn't help it. I felt my pants get tight, and immediately regretted to wear skinny jeans.

"You're making breakfast?" Louis asked sleepily, totally ignorant that he was practically naked.

"Uhm.. Eh-- yeah." I stuttered.

"I didn't know you could cook." He said, walking over and looking at the eggs. "I couldn't cook to save my life. My mum wouldn't let me in a kitchen for months after an incident." He smirked, easily recalling memories.

"Anyway, I'm going to get dressed and all that." He said, only just then realizing his nakedness, but still not caring. He saw me staring at his bum as he walked up the stairs and looked at me.

"Like what you see?" He didn't wait for an answer, but smiled as he shut the door to his bedroom.

I sighed loudly, and decided to take a shower, despite the fact that I already dressed. I left out the plates of breakfast and went into the bathroom.

After relaxing in the hot water, I stepped out into the steamy air filling the bathroom. I got dressed in the same clothes i was wearing before and went downstairs. Niall was sitting at the table, finishing his breakfast and glaring at Liams, which was still untouched.

"Where's Liam?" I asked.

Niall replied with a mouthful of Liam's eggs. "Bedroom. Getting dressed."