Kidnapped ~Larry Stylinson~

07. Coffee

Hey doll faces I'm baaaack. I've lost all that weirdness and just decided that it is time to write again! Let's see if I can make you guys happy again!
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Louis P.O.V

"So how was the sleep over?" Professor Payne questioned as I sat in a chair.

"Nothing special, we just watched tv, fought with a cat, then he slept on the floor." I say as I sit there pouring sugar into my coffee.

"Alright I was just checking do you need any money for clothing to give to the kid?" I nod and he hands me some money.

I put the money in my wallet, "Thank you, I feel like Harold is going to be a handful. He didn't seem like he go-"

Eleanor pops her head around the corner," Um, Mr.Tomlinson it seems as if your friend has spilt his coffee on him self." I roll my eyes and follow her to where Harry is. He is sitting there with paper towels on his lap trying to soak up the mess.

I go to the cabinet and grab another roll of paper towels, "I have only been gone for 15 minutes, how did you manage to spill coffee on you?"

"Well you see, I was being nice and cleaning your desk off and I had set the coffee on the desk and well I just forgot about it, so when I saw how comfortable you chair was I put my feet on your desk and knocked it over." He shrugs and gets out of the chair. "It didn't leave a big mess. Just a small stain will be in your floor. Sorry"

Sighing I walk to my office and look at the floor. There was a stain under my chair that the size of a small cat. "You consider this small?" He nods and looks down as if embarrassed.

"It's okay Harold, it was an accident." He looks up at me and makes a mad face," You know why I call you Harold? Because it bugs you, alright lets go get you some clothes."
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"Harold I have told a million times we are not keeping a cat in the house. You are only going to be her for a short while anyway. Plus cats are messy."

Harry pouts and walks to the house with the shopping bags in his hands. He stands there staring at the cat, begging for it to come near him.

"Harold I swear if that cat comes in my house again you'll be sleeping in the bathtub." Harry turns around and looks at me. He is doing that puppy dog face little kids do. I unlock the door and step aside so he can go in first as he passes me I whisper, "Not a chance honey."

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Okay I know I know it sucks. I'll try to make it better but I may need some help. Please please message me ideas that you like to see! I will read all of them!!! Bye lovies!! I'll update soon!