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

XXVII

Louis had pathetically been sitting glued to his phone since he woke up. When it threatened to die he simply moved locations to Liam's living room and sat on the floor so he could charge it. It was down right pathetic as he called it in his head. He wouldn't say it out loud but he knew he was waiting for Harry to call, or at least text him.

He wanted to reach out for the boy himself but he had been rejected and was scared. How could he not be.

Zayn had tried to cheer him up and Sansa who didn't understood better had asked him to play with her dolls, cause that's what she always did when she was sad. He had just shook his head and the small girl had run of to her father.

When it begun to darken outside Zayn had finally had enough and took the human's phone from him, hiding it somewhere Louis didn't know.

“Alright,” Zayn said. “You have been sitting in the same position for hours now Boo, Sansa and I are going to watch Brave so come and join us” the kitten pouted, trying to pull Louis up from the floor. The human sighed, but he couldn't say no to Zayn and followed him into the room where Liam and Lissa slept. The tiny girl laid star fished in the bed but jumped up when she saw Zayn walk in.

“Kitty!” she exclaimed, something she had snapped up from her father. “Daddy started the film but it's not playing yet. Look I know how to press play” she proudly said and pressed on the big button on the middle of a black control.

“Very good” Zayn giggled and laid down. “You know, Loulou is a bit sad so what do you say about we cuddle him extra today?” he asked and the girl nodded happily. She then motioned for Lou to lay down between them, curling her tiny body under his arm. Zayn did the same and pressed a gentle kiss to the hollow of his collarbone.

Somewhere trough half of the film Lissa walked in and silently snuggled up next to her daughter. The blue eyed boy looked at the girl and her mother and thought, fuck he wanted that. He wanted that with Harry, not now but in a few years when he was Lissa's and Liam's age. He wanted a little kid. He wanted Bo and Sally and all other kids they talked about.

“Excuse me” he quietly said and climbed out of the sea of limbs and pillows to go and sulk on the toilet.

He missed Harry like crazy and it hadn't even been two days. He really was pathetic. Thinking about Harry's words was like twisting knifes in his belly. It hurt and he sank down the wall and rested his head on his knees.

“Lou?” a voice said outside the door. It was Liam. “Are you at the loo?” the older man opened the door and sighed pitifully when he saw the boy on the cold floor.

“Your phone rang” the nurse said and sat down next to Louis. “It's Harry, he's on the line right now, do you wanna talk to him?”

Louis scolded himself of how much happier he was of only hearing the kitten had called him. He made a small noise and made grabby hands at Liam. The older man nodded and quickly walked out of the room, coming back seconds later with Louis' phone in his hand.

“Here” he said and handed it to the smaller boy, walking out and closed the door.