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

XXVI

As the night went on and Zayn was soundless asleep beside him, Louis thought about Paris. Fuck Harry and his stupid promise of a hundred rings, maybe he should just take Zayn with him and live in France. He could go to university there then start a profession in something that was his cup of tea. There was literally nothing except Harry and his mother that made him stay in England. He didn't really have any close friends and he didn't work, he hadn't spoken to his father for ages, the only way he knew the man was still alive came with the monthly money on his account. Not that he despised his father, they just didn't fit in the same glove.

His mother didn't even know him, not really and she wouldn't be too broken if he left. He would still call her to check up but she had her friends at the hospital so he wasn't too worried. Liam would take care of her. He would surely miss the nurse and maybe even his little kid. Louis made a mental note to call Liam and plan a meet up.

Then there was Harry.

Maybe the fight was silly and Harry would come back to apologise but it felt like the kitten wouldn't so what was stopping him? He should just talk with his university and then to Niall. They could live in France until Disney had interviews.

He could still live in the perfect bubble he built up in mere seconds, even if Harry popped it. He just had to make the best out of the situation and move on with his life.

But he wasn't ready for that right now. In this moment he just wanted some self pity and cry in his bed, maybe buy some ice cream and then watch the animated Peter Pan with Zayn.

Louis rolled over in his bed, frustrated. How could he let the kitten crawl into his mind like that, nothing was his own anymore. Not even Peter Pan, the story he shared with his mother and Zayn. Now it was filthy with Harry's sweet meaningless words. All he could see was was Harry in that fucking Tinkerbell dress as he thrusted into the hybrid. Or how Harry got the boy in Pairs to get on his knees for them and then suck Louis cock with Harry.

He could feel the madras dip down a bit and he realized that he laid on Harry's side and his weight had made a mark in the bed. Louis felt the small sob escape between his lips as he thought about how every fucking thing is imprinted with Harry fucking twat, shitcunt Styles and his fucking dimples and his fucking curls and his fucking long fingers and his-

Louis curled up in a small ball, his hands clutching to the soft strands of hair on his head. He scolded himself for being so weak, he wanted to cry and scream and throw something in Harry's face but at the same time he wanted to be strong and move on.

But he couldn't move on, he still felt the weight of the neckless on his skin and the pressure of a ring around his finger even though the skin was shamefully naked.

He realized now that it was easy to take of his clothes and sleep with Harry. People do it all the time. But opening your soul to someone, letting them see all of your flaws and hear all your thoughts, fears, hopes, plans and dreams, that's being naked and he let Harry in on that.

He might not think about it often but the only person he had ever said he loved out loud since he was a kid was Zayn... until he met Harry and somehow the kitten made him open up for him and that's what hurt the most. That Harry knew about how he felt when somebody left and he still did it. Granted Louis screamed for Harry to go, but in reality, what was keeping Harry here?

He did not have another lover, not that Louis knew of but for fuck sake they were engaged, or used to be. He didn't have an owner and he could easily find a job in Paris, even stripping since he was famous and all that. He didn't have a family nor a friend he cared for deeply. His flat could easily be sold so Louis didn't know why Harry didn't want to leave with him.

Had all of this been a joke and Harry planed to leave him later? No. Louis knew Harry loved him, maybe his feeling weren't just as strong as he thought.

The human flipped over again so he was facing Zayn but as he nuzzled into the pillow he could smell Harry and that made him sit straight up.

He couldn't stay here.

He grabbed his phone and thought about who he could call. Not his father, he was most likely sleeping right now and would only be mad. Clearly not his mother. Niall lived in France so that was out of question.

Liam's name popped up and he quickly pressed it before he changed his mind.

“Hello?” a groggy voice answered and Louis could hear shuffling on the other side of the line.

“Liam?” the blue eyed boy hiccuped.

“Louis? Are you alright?” the nurse asked, more awake this time.

The boy sucked in a deep breath. “You live in Donny, right?”

“Yeah” Louis sniffled for a moment. “How are you Lou?”

“Can Zayn and I come and stay with you for a while, I know it's in the middle of the night and I know I could take in on a hotel, I just need to get out of London” Louis bit his nails while he waited for an answer.

“Of course Louis, just don't wake Sansa or Lissa when you get here okay? I'll be up so just text me when you get here”

“Liam, you are an angel” Louis said, drying off the snot from his face.

“It's nothing, bye Lou. Drive safe”

“Bye”

The blue eyed boy let himself breath for a second before he turned to wake up Zayn, the kitten was already looking at him and just crawled over to kiss the human's hand and then silently nodded. Louis had never been more grateful to have the Pakistan boy as his best friend.

They packed small bags and then walked out, hand in hand towards Louis car.