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

XVIII

Louis was stalling, he knew that. He was running his fingers trough Harry's curls, gently pinching the velvet ears. It's just, he doesn't want to tell Harry. The kitten might never look at him the same again.

“Lou?” Harry said, cupping the human's chin softly, tracing it.

“Yeah, yeah” Louis said, taking a breath and locking his eyes with Zayn. “Okay” he glanced at Harry but kept on looking at the younger of them, his brown eyes filled with tears.

“When I was younger, my mother and I was really close” he started, pictures of his beloved mum kissing his knee when he scraped it up after flying off a bike, washing his grass stained clothes with a smile on her lips and hiding the broccoli in his mashed potatoes. “My father never liked the way I treated Zayn, he though kitten's should sleep on the floor, eat from a bowl and wear a leash. But he loved my mum and she adored Zayn, he was like a second son to her so naturally I grew closer to her” Louis told. He had to stop for a second, to just breath and grab Zayn's hand, he had yet looked at Harry.

“My father wanted me to study, even though I was only a kid. He wanted me to be lawyer, just like him but my mum believed that I should get a hobby, meet friends. So I started playing football” the last word got shaky and Zayn squeezed his hand. Louis squeezed back.

“One day,” he could feel a single tear run down his face and a hand was quick to dry it away, Harry's slender fingers staying at the nape of his neck but then falling down. Louis didn't look at him, only Zayn.

“One day, she came to pick me up. I think we were going to the park or get ice cream or something like that. I can't remember. Anyway, it was in the middle of the day, she was walking and,” he sniffled. “A drunk man hit her. A man ran over my mum Harry” he could see that the tears were streaming down on Zayn's face but he couldn't bring himself to wipe the off. “She lost her memory, not all of it only two years but she never recognised me. Even tough I hadn't changed much. She calls me Donald and I visit her every month, she thinks I'm just some family friend” he cried and
Harry had shuffled over so he could hold Louis' empty hand.

“The worst thing is that she still thinks her little Louis is just a kid, and she is always talking about her baby. She says she misses me and even though she doesn't say it I can see it in her eyes she thinks that I have abounded her. That's what hurts the most” he cried, hiding his face n his hands.

“She thinks I would forget her and moved on, but I visit. She just doesn't know” Louis broke out in deep sobs, voice high pitches and breaths quick. He felt like he couldn't breath, the air was closing in and it was all his fault.

“It's my fault” he repeated, but suddenly his hands were at his sides and two sad, but angry kittens were looking down at him.

“Not your fault Lou” Zayn bit out, wrapping his arms around Louis' neck and kissing his cheek.

“Louis, it was the drunk man's fault” Harry said and cuddled into Louis other side. “Don't blame yourself” he whispered.

“But-”

“No, you shush and lay her and cuddle with us. Mommy would be so mad if she knew you blamed yourself” Zayn said, sniffing into the skin of the human and rubbed his own body closer in some weird protective/possessive manner. Harry did the same and nipped at his neck.

They laid there until Louis had stopped crying and for a moment he felt ashamed, he was supposed to be a dominant, they were pictured as strong, not weak and weeping like babies. Still he felt content just laying her with his two kittens.

He felt Harry squirm and after ten minutes Louis couldn't take it longer. “Why are you squirming and glancing at the clock every five second?” he asked, gently running a hand trough the kitten's curls.

Harry sighed and guiltily eyed Louis. “I have work in half an hour” he said. “I could call in sick...” he trailed off but Louis was quick to answer.

“No, you go love. I have a paper that I need to turn in tomorrow, I'm a bit behind from the Paris trip anyway”

Harry reluctantly nodded and got up. “Can I come back here after? He asked, biting his bottom lip. “Sleep over?”

“Of course love” Louis said and kissed Harry deeply before letting the kitten go. Harry kissed the plastic ring once and the the one around his neck before heading to the door.

When Harry had left Zayn whined till Louis came back to bed and the human kissed Zayn's forehead, stretching out for his laptop and started it. The Pakistan boy peacefully rested his head on Louis' shoulder and commented on Louis' work. They laid like that until they fell asleep and when Louis woke up the next morning two kittens were pressed to his sides, faces resting in his neck and lips breathing hotly on his skin.