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

VI

After awkwardly ushering Harry out Louis had to deal with with a cranky Zayn. Louis closed the door, heading back to his bedroom where Zayn laid, glaring at the dresser.

“I can't believe he slept here, in our, your bed Louis” the kitten pouted, not really mad at his human, just at the other kitten.

Luis lifted the comforter, crawling under and kissing the younger's lips softly, knowing that a kiss on the cheek would make Zayn feel rejected. “Darling it didn't mean a thing, you slept here with us”

“He'll steal you from me” the black haired kitten said childly, biting on his lip until the thin skin broke by his sharp teeth.

“Don't do that” Louis scolded gently, pulling Zayn so he sat straddled over the blue eyed boy. “Harry Styles is not stealing me, you are my best friend and you will always be my number one, my only one darling” he pressed kisses all over the younger's face until he giggled.

“Are we seeing mommy today?” Zayn suddenly said, changing the topic. He looked older when he spoke about Louis' mother, grimmer knowing how much it had hurt Louis all those years ago, how it still hurt him. While Mark Tomlinson treated Zayn like some animal, his wife saw the hybrid as her own child.

“Yes, but don't get sad when she doesn't re-”

“I know” Zayn assured, he knew that what Louis was about to say was more to himself than to the kitten.

Louis sighed, stretching up and kissing the Pakistan boy's jaw once before gently pushing him off. “I love you darling, sorry about letting Harry stay the night”

Zayn pouted for a second. “It's okay I guess, as long as he doesn't take you” the human stood up, pulling the small kitten into a hug.

“Lets get ready, okay darling?”

~

Louis felt nauseous as he stood in front of the building, Zayn's hand in his or else he might faint. It always felt this way. He wanted to see her but it hurt so damn much every time.

The kitten squeezed his hand and Louis gulped. Doncaster's Mental Hospital, were written in big bold letter on the right side of the building. He looked at his car, parked on an empty spot. He wanted so badly to run away and never go inside but he still wanter to hold her hand.

“Come on” Louis said, giving Zayn an encouraging smile. He hesitantly began to walk again. He rang the door bell and after a minute the door buzzed open.

“Ah, Louis. How nice of you to come” Madison, the receptionist said. Her grey eyes flickered between Louis and Zayn and then smiled, a bit tighter than normal. She was never a fan of hybrids.

“Yeah, how's she?”

“Good, she did a lovely painting yesterday” the old woman said, fixing her slim glasses.