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

XVI

Louis woke up to the smell of bacon. The bed was cozy and warm but missing another body. He groggily checked the time and typed a text for Zayn, asking him if he was alright since the kitten had to sleep alone.

His own shirt was ruined so he grabbed one from the floor, pulling it over his head. It was too big, only stretching a bit over his tummy. After taking a pair of boxers (that didn't belong to him) and shoving his glasses onto his face he tip toed out from the room only to find Harry humming to a song in the kitchen, in his birth suit.

“It's quite rude to stare” Harry said after a minute of ogling on the kitten's cute bubble butt. He didn't turn around but his velvet ears were twisted so they almost faced Louis.

“Sorry” the human said, padding over to Harry and hugging him from behind, mentally huffing when he was too short to hook his chin over the kitten's shoulder.

“It's okay,” Harry said and placed the breakfast on two plates. “Ogle as much as you want,” he turned and faced the smaller one. “Fiancé” the hair on Louis' neck rose and goosebumps travelled down his arms. He blushed and leaned up to kiss Harry quickly, he tasted like bacon and sleep.

They sat down on the floor of Harry's balcony, backs against the wall and Harry's legs thrown over Louis'. Louis told him a bit about Paris. Harry had endless questions about Zayn and Niall's relationship. (“How long have they been together?” “Have they kissed?” Will Niall move here?” Is Niall naturally blonde?” )

More then one time did Louis caught Harry staring at the metal band around his finger and the human would just blush and give Harry a shy smile. Even after he fucked this kitten, he was still shy about the whole marriage thing. But Harry would kiss the ring and then his lips every time the lovely flush would appear on the blue eyed boy's cheeks.

Eventually Harry thrusted some clothes in Louis arms, telling him to get dressed and that they were heading out. Confused, Louis dressing in Harry's light pink, long sleeved shirt that was much too big for him but he pulled it on anyway. He was literally swimming in it and the sleeves covered his knuckles. He quickly grabbed last nights jeans and then fixed his hair, waiting for Harry.

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“What about these?”

“If I'd known we were going out only so you could by a bunch of weird hipster shirts then I would have stayed in your bed, which by the way was very warm and comfy” Louis huffed and picked up a shirt with some weird pattern, skulls and crows and diamonds splashed on it like snot from a sneeze.

“Oh, I like that one” the kitten said and made grabby hands at the ugly shirt Louis was holding.

“I will marry a boy with no fashion sense” the blue eyed boy stomped his foot and tried to look grumpy but it was hard when Harry's face lit up and he literally picked Louis and spun him around, kissing his nose twice.

“Fiancé” he murmured. And yes, maybe Harry was silly and a bit stupidly in love and a big goof but Louis sorta loved him back.

“Idiot”

“Love you” without saying it back the human kissed Harry.

“Take whatever you want love”

Harry grinned from top to toe, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Should I call you my sugar daddy too?” Louis smacked him on the chest, and just as he was about to tell the kitten he did not spoil him with gifts his suit case filled with small things for Harry filled his mind and he shut up.

“Not a sugar daddy” he murmured lowly incase anyone was listening. “Just wanted to buy you some stuff, and the other things a sugar daddy does, I don't” he said firmly, but the thought made him giddy, like happy bubbles.

“Yeah, sure, sure” the kitten said, picking up another ugly shirt. “Daddy” he added as a whisper and Louis cheeks flushed with a deep crimson.

Harry ended up buying some ugly shirts that Louis paid for, barley being able to press his code as Harry whispered, “Thanks, daddy” in his ear.

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“Little pixie, are you hungry?” Louis asked after an hour or so, his own stomach growling. Harry said yes and they walked, hand in hand, around on the streets of London, searching for a café.

Harry suddenly stopped, squealing loudly and sprinted off to the side of the street. He stopped next a child's toy store and shoved a coin into a vending machine. His frame blocked the small machine where Louis stood, still in the middle of the street. Harry came back, beaming as he took the human's hand, pulling him to the opposite side of the street where there were less people.

The kitten opened his palm to revile a green, round box. He took the cap off and then pulled out a pink, plastic ring.

Standing just a breath away he gently said, “Marry me, Louis Tomlinson?” and took the metal ring off the human's finger only to replace it with the plastic one.

It was so silly and so Harry, Louis couldn't help to giggle out a, yes. Harry grinned and kissed him.

After they ate the couple found a small jewellery store where Louis bought a silver chain that he threaded trough the old ring and locked around his neck. Harry couldn't stop kissing him and by the time they were back at the human's flat they were both breathless with lips twisted up and cheeks flushed.

It wasn't until he unlocked the door and untied his shoes that his blood froze.

“Why is there a ring on your finger?” Zayn asked.