Green ~ Larry Stylinson

~ Seven ~

Louis never liked to think of Stan, even less liked to talk about him. Most of the time he even denied his existence. He pretended that it never happened because he was so ashamed that he let Stan ruin so many years of his life. He always felt ashamed, except for when he told Harry the story. Harry understood and didn't judge him, and that even made Louis like Harry even more. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. Harry made it way too easy to like him...

Louis was lost in his own thoughts until he felt the car stop. He looked over to Harry in the driver seat who sent him a warm smile. Louis returned it before turning his head against the house in front of them. It was a small red house, almost a cabin, with a garden that someone obviously took good care of.

"You have green fingers too? Would never have thought!" The two boys stepped out of the car and over to the door that Harry unlocked.

"Welcome to my simple, sadly art free, home" Harry invited Louis in and swung the door open. As soon the door opened Louis heard a small bell approaching and soon his eyes fell on a little kitten. The kitten meowed and went over to stroke herself against Harry's leg.

"Louis, meet Molly. Molly, this is Louis. Be nice." Harry ordered the cat. But the small animal just kept stroking herself against Harry's leg, not even acknowledging the stranger. Louis had never been a fan of cats, but the kitten was kind of cute.

"Do you want anything? I don't have any beer, but I could do some tea or something?" Harry offered as he kicked of his shoes. Louis smiled as he took of Harry's coat and hung it with a couple of similar in the hallway.

"Tea sounds great!" Harry nodded and walked over to the kitchen. The kitchen was smaller than Louis', but Louis liked it. It was old fashion, colored by the wood, giving the room a warm feeling.

"Have a seat!" Harry said and nodded to the kitchen island. Louis walked around it at sat down on the barstool, watching Harry bringing out a pot and started to fill it with water. Suddenly another cat appeared in the kitchen. The black cat jumped up on the stool next to Louis. Louis watched it before he stretched out his hand to pet it. After only a stroke the cat walked over to crawl up in Louis knee, purring.

"Who would have thought that the love doctor actually were a crazy cat lady!" Louis laughed as he continued to pet the cat. Harry that had his back against the boy laughed as he looked through his cabinets after the tea bags. Louis didn't drool as Harry's shirt lifted as he reached to the top shelf, he really didn't. When he found them he turned around, still smiling but it faded as he saw the cat in Louis knee.

"What, this isn't your cat?" Louis asked, still petting and the cat purred again. Harry still looked surprised but slowly a smile grew back on his face.

"It is... She just, she doesn't like stranger that much... She always hide when someone else is here... Never seen her do that..." He explained, still chocked over his cat action.

"Well, she seems to like me!" And Harry understood, cause how could anyone not like the charming funny boy. "Yepp, this is decided, from now on, this is my cat!"

"What?"

"Well, Harry. You see, I know you think that this cat is yours, but that's not the case. She has clearly chosen me as her owner and you will just have to deal with it!" The both boys laughed as their eyes met, both of them staring in to the others eyes just a bit too long. As Harry finally looked away a small shade of pink crawled over his cheeks, and Louis felt how his whole boy warmed up.

"You don't even know her name..." The younger of them muttered as he once again turned to his cabinets to find cups for their tea.

"What's her name?"