Love, I'll Take You to Neverland *Larry Stylinson* *Kitten!Harry* Hybrid

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The next night the nineteen year old boy was back at the strip club, his best friend at home sleeping. Louis felt a tad bit nervous being here alone, he could feel the burning stares on his lower back and it made him uncomfortable. It was even a school night, he shouldn't be here but non the less, Louis stood awkwardly beside the stage, his red jeans standing out in the room, he wasn't pretty so he couldn't understand why these people bothered, maybe it was his perky bum that made men eye him hungrily.

He adjusted his glasses and took a sip from his coke, trying to act mature but it wasn't really working when he drank soda. A man had bought him a mojito and he ranted the name in his head.

Mojito, mojito, mojito.

It sounded funny, but he told the older man he didn't feel like getting drunk tonight, the man had only shrugged and took the drink, offering it to another bloke. Louis scoffed at that.

There were five humans on the stage, but Louis didn't look at them, he waited for Harry, maybe tonight he would come out and Louis could tell him how brave the kitten was.

“Here for the cat too?” an older man asked, maybe in his late thirties. Louis eyes went to the man's left hand, he held a leash, a small boy, only a year or two older than Louis, stood beside the man. His head bowed but Louis cold make out his ginger hair and a pair of matching ears, his collar's name tag saying, Marcus. Louis scrunched up his face, this man was disgusting.

“If you mean Harry, then yes I am” Louis said, trying to get a better look at Marcus but the poorly treated kitten kept his head down.

“You don't have a pet of your own?” the man asked, and seriously Louis started to get tired of this man. He pulled at the leash and Marcus stumbled closer to the man.

“No” Louis said. “I have a best friend” he did not have to explain himself to this man, who clearly had something wrong in his childhood if he treated his kitten like that. Louis couldn't even think what poor Marcus had to go trough at the man's house.

“Okay?” the man said, clearly not understanding that Louis friend was a hybrid. He pulled at the leash again, making the chain in the kitten's collar tighten around his throat. “Say hello to this boy Pet” he hissed. Marcus looked up, not used to be allowed to speak in public.

“Hi, I'm Marcus, but I'm referred as Jordy's pet, or kitten” Marcus mumbled quickly, his face flushed as his eyes went up and down Louis' body, widening and then glancing at the man, Jordy to see if he noticed, but Jordy did just the same and Louis couldn't get more uncomfortable. The nineteen year old felt bad for this hybrid, he wanted to take him from this horrendous man.

The lights went out and people started chant Harry's name. And then the tall, slender kitten boy stepped out onto the stage. It amazed Louis how different their bodies is, both at the age of nineteen yet Louis body is soft, pudgy and short. Harry's body is muscular, but that is of course for his job, so he could twirl around the pole all day. Hybrids are submissive's so they are often small and quite thin, even if they're well fed. But Harry's body is so toned, while Louis arms don't bulge out and there are not square shaped muscles on his stomach. He's still a dominate in the way he moves and he still posses strength but he's still tinier than Harry, not by and awfully lot (okay there's some inches)