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

VIII

“Darling, don't forget jumpers! I know you think it's hot there but if you freeze I'll feel really bad for letting you leave without some warm clothes!” Louis yelled from his room to Zayn's. He held a pair of bright blue jeans, folding them and then shoving the clothing into his bag.

“But it's never actually cold in Paris when we're there. Do I have to?”

“Yes!”

“But I can just borrow one of Niall” the kitten screamed back and Louis grinned to himself when he though about Niall letting his kitten wear his baggy hoodie.

Louis didn't answer, just taking a white shirt out of the closet and shoving it into his bag. He heard the door open and then close but he figured it was just Zayn, but what the kitten would do by the front door he didn't knew. Suddenly he heard creeping steps and then he was blinded by hands.

Louis let out a yelp and tried to turn around. A giggle came from the left and the hands disappeared. The human spun around and came face to face with Harry. He lightly smacked his arm.

“You scared the shit out of me!” Harry broke out laughing. Louis went back to throw a navy long sleeved shirt into the suit case and Harry stopped laughing.

“Where are you going?”

“I forgot to tell you?” Louis asked and the kitten nodded. “Shit, sorry. Zayn and I are going to Paris in two days” Harry looked disappointed, a frown between his brows and a pout on his lips.

“Why?”

“We go there every year” Louis was pulled in for a hug and his eyes widened in surprise.

“You did indeed forget to tell me” he said sadly and nuzzled his head into the blue eyed boy's neck. Blowing hot air over the skin.

“Oh, don't be a pixie” Louis joked and squeezed Harry's hip.

“Pixie?”

“Yes, they can only have one feeling at the time cause they are so small – not that you are small-” Louis looked up and down Harry and motioned with his hand too. “- Anyway, I should call you Tink” he joked.

“Tink?”

“Like Tinkerbell”

Harry gasped and his triangular ears twitched in playfulness. “Tinkerbell, but she's so small like you Lou, maybe I should call you Tink”

“I'm clearly Peter” Louis jumped up at the bed and shouted, “Oh, the cleverness of me!” then giggled to himself.

“I have never seen Peter Pan but I guess it's a quote from it?”

“You have never seen Peter Pan?” Louis didn't know what he was supposed to say, it seemed silly but without the story of Peter and the lost boys his childhood would have been so different. Then his mother would have had a bedtime story for him and Zayn. He wouldn't have films to watch with his mother, all cuddled up on the sofa and he wouldn't have any stories to tell Zayn when his mother was in the hospital.