Larry Stylinson Book

Kittens?!?!⭐

Summary:

"Well they were just whining here really loudly, especially this little tan guy. I named him fluf-"
"Dusty." Harry interrupted.
"Sorry?"
"His name is Dusty,"
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In which twenty-three year old Harry Styles meets nineteen (almost twenty) year old Louis Tomlinson over a box of kittens
L.s.
Larry Stylinson au

Chapter 1- 1889 words
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Chapter Text

Harry had been walking down the main street to his apartment one evening when the rain began. It started slow, falling onto Harry's nose, and then head, slowly beginning to drench his hair. Before it really started pouring, Harry took the shortcut behind the diner that led to an alley taking him straight to his apartment. Walking down the alley he spotted the familiar yellow dandelion patch that had grown between two old cracked bricks.

What he didn't recognize was the soft mewling that was distinctly different from the sound of rain against the brick pavement. He had stopped walking now, trying to find the source of the soft noise, and as he continued looking he found that the noise was coming from a small box barely visible under the yellow light that flickered occasionally in the alleyway. Harry crouched down to where the box sat, and lifted it apprehensively. Underneath were three or four tiny, wrinkly kittens, laying on top of a torn, dirty dish towel,with no mother in sight.

"Awe, are you all alone?" Harry cooed at them, softly rubbing the tan one's head.

Harry found that this little fluffball seemed to be the source of the soft meowing, which only became louder after Harry made his presence known. He needed to get them somewhere safe, he realized as the rain began to pick up and create puddles on the alley floor. He collected the small kittens and placed them into the box, gently putting the dirty dish towel on top to protect them from the rain. Harry ran, or walked as fast as he could in his boots to his apartment building, stopping when he remembered Nick, his landlord, and his strict "No pets and definitely no cats" rule. Nick had had a bad run in with a cat as a child and refused to elaborate any further when Harry asked him about it.

Groaning to himself Harry realized saving three abandoned kittens was not part of the agenda when walking home from work, and he most definitely not infatuated with the three kittens in his possession, and he was in no way obligated to save these babies. But of course, as he thought this, tan fluffball let out another cry of impatience and Harry was frantically searching for a place to put them, not too far from his apartment building.

He finally settled on placing their box under a shrub that grew close to the building, that had a little space between the actually shrubbery and brick that easily fit the box.

Harry then went into the building, taking two steps at a time to get to his third floor apartment, pouring some milk in a bowl because he didn't need kittens going hungry under his care. Back outside he placed the bowl on the side that the kittens were not cuddling on. Unsure if they could even drink on their own, he placed one of the cats near the milk watching it intently to see if it could eat. While this was happening he double checked the box, making sure no rain was getting in, and finally left after tan flufball began drinking the milk.

That night in bed, Harry decided to name his tan kitten Dusty, and fell asleep thinking of names for the other two.

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This went on for a couple days; Harry would wake up and bring a fresh bowl of milk to the box, talk to dusty for a bit before walking to work. Harry worked at the publishing company on the mainstreet of the city, although he was really only a secretary at the moment. His days consist of filing, printing, faxing, and most importantly, going for the coffee run every morning. After work, Harry stopped by the little pet shop on the corner, grabbing kitten-appropriate snacks that the clerk recommended.