Larry oneshots

Mess

Harry has had a hybrid for a little over a year now.

It started as him just taking the kitten hybrid in to keep him away from the restaurant Harry works at (Louis would always sit outside and beg for scraps) but it quickly turned into a loving relationship. Louis is sweet and sassy and funny and Harry took a liking to him instantly. There's, of course, been a great deal of adjustment. Louis doesn't like to wear clothes and while that's perfectly okay around the house (although it means Harry is hard most of the day) Harry can't take Louis out in public naked. Louis also doesn't like being told no. He hates being yelled at, and Harry had to learn to have patience. It's been rocky at times but they love each other and they make it work. That isn't to say that it's perfect all the time.

Harry comes home exhausted. Not tired, but bone numbing, groggy, achingly exhausted. All he wants to do is pass out in bed, maybe get his hands or even tongue on Louis' bum, but as soon as he enters the house, he's hit with a sickening waft of stink. He groans and holds his shirt over his nose, toeing off his shoes and searching for the source of such a hideous odor.

"Lou? Louis, c'mere. What the hell is that smell?" His eyes widen when he steps on the rug in the living room, vomit following a squishing sound. He lifts the rug and holds back a heave. "Louis!"

He can't believe Louis puked and hid it under the rug. Who does that??

"Louis, where the fuck are you!"

He doesn't think twice when he sees a familiar brown tail sticking out from under the bed in the bedroom. He grabs it and yanks, Louis screaming in shock at the sudden pain. "What the absolute fuck, Louis?? I can't even trust you home alone anymore? I have to worry about you making a fucking mess?"

Louis whines and looks up at him. His blue eyes are milky and unfocused and his cheeks are bright red. "Louis, fucking use your words!" He crosses his arms and scoffs when he gets only a whine in reply. "If you want to act like an animal, I'll treat you like one." He grabs Louis by the collar and takes him to the front door, the poor hybrid too weak to protest or try to reason with Harry. He can't even catch himself as Harry pushes him outside, landing on his side. He curls up, feeling awful and scared. He whines again, wondering why Harry is acting this way. His Harry should be making him feel better.

Harry locks the door and goes to the living room, angrily cleaning up. He throws the rug into the washing machine, cleaning the floor. His anger melts away into exhaustion once again and he feels disgusted with himself. He seriously treated Louis like that? Louis didn't mean to, he's sick. Harry groans and hurries to the front door, opening it and gasping. "Oh god kitten, fuck fuck fuck, what is wrong with me??"

It's cold and rainy outside and he's left his kitten outside all alone. He's made his kitten feel like he was bad. He probably scared the shit out of Louis too. He scoops Louis up into his arms and holds him close, wrapping him up in his jacket and taking him inside. Louis hiccups and sniffles, tired and achy and sad. "H-harry hate. Harry mad." Harry shakes his head instantly. "No baby, I love you, I shouldn't have ever done that. You are such a good boy, you're sick you couldn't help it. I'm the bad one."

He takes Louis to the bathroom and holds him close as he runs a hot bath, filling it with Louis' favorite scented bubble bath. He undresses himself and Louis, getting in and holding Louis against his chest. "My good boy. I'm so sorry. Good good kitty." He pets Louis' ears, massaging his scalp to get him to sleep. "Love you, Lou. I'm so sorry."

Louis closes his eyes, feeling a bit better in the warm, sweet smelling bath, with Harry big hands in his hair. He let's some tension leave his body, letting Harry take care of him, something he's been praying for all day.

"I'll always take care of you Lou. No matter what. I might be an idiot sometimes and yell at you but I don't mean to." Louis smiles at him softly, purring.

"Love my idiot Harry."

Harry sighs fondly. He can't argue with that one.