*Discontinued* Sealed With A Kitten [Larry Hybrid!Harry]

Chapter Eight.

[a/n] Thinking of adding a second bromance. Should I do Niam, Ziam, or Ziall? Was kind of leaning toward Niam but I need like some more opinionsssss...

Been working on the 100 oneshot challenge... Sorry for not posting, I'm not used to updating on my computer and it got away from me.

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Harry's POV

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Every sky has it's limits.

I wish I had realized it before; but standing here peering over a black t-shirt clad shoulder, I honestly had already known it.

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Louis was texting Eleanor again. The thoughts that were running through my head were killing me. Eleanor was in her hotel, just a few blocks away. Couldn't he leave her be and rest his poor thumbs for a single moment? I'm seriously debating on wether or not I should just grabbing his phone and throwing it out the window.

"Louis!" I whined, dragging out the ou. Louis' eyes flickered up.

"Yeah Hazza?" He asked setting his phone down on his knee. I took the opportunity to grab it off of his leg and shove it into my back pocket. Louis frowned and reached for my arm.

"Give it back!" He protested and I shook my head.

"Get off your phone for an hour and do something with me." I begged, jutting out my lower lip and giving him sad eyes. Louis sighed and looked away.

"Fine, just don't give me that face or you'll have me at your knees and maybe even kissing your boots." He huffed and I practically leapt into his lap. He grunted loudly shoved me to the side.

"Harry, much as you might want to be, you're not a pocket-sized cat that can jump on me whenever he feels like it." Louis said, looking over at me with a teasing smile. I frowned.

"Oh please. If you knew me half as well as you think you do, then you'd know that I'm more cat than you are human." I snapped defensively. My eyes grew wide as soon as it was out.

"L-Louis-" I began shakily, but he just laughed.

"Right, Harry." He chuckled, "You may be grown up, but you still have the imagination of a four-year-old."

Then I realized that he thought I was kidding. I smiled weakly and nodded.

"That's me... Just a giant man-child." I agreed sheepishly. Louis' smile grew larger and he ruffled my hair.

"More child than man, if you ask me." He said and I lightly slapped his shoulder.

"I'm a man!" I gasped, pretending to be offended.

"Yeah? Well not a very good one," Louis retorted and I growled, turning my back on him and crossing my arms.

"Oh, and that definitely helps!" Louis exclaimed behind me, a grin clear in his voice.

"You claim to be a man, but you're acting like a child at this very moment?"

"And now you're ignoring me.
"Harry?"

"Hazza!"

"Harold."

"Say something!"

"Say something, I'm giving up on you!" I belted suddenly, startling Louis. I felt the couch jump upward a bit behind me and I turned around.

"What the heck, Harry!" He shouted and I shrugged and smiled innocently.

"It's not like I intended to shout," I told him, putting on my best 'I swear I didn't mean it even though I did' face.

"It just came out of me!"

Louis rolled his eyes and I grinned wider.

"I don't like you." He huffed.

"I don't like you even more." I retorted and Louis let out a snort.

"You love me." He replied with a smirk and I sighed when his phone buzzed.

"You have no idea." I mumbled, looking away.

"What was that?" Louis questioned with the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice.

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Louis' POV

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"You love me." I smirked at Harry and he mumbled something that I didn't quite catch. I reached behind Harry to grab my phone out of his back pocket.

"What was that? I asked him, turning it back on and pulling down the notifications bar to see who texted. When Harry didn't answer I looked up at him. His face was looking away towards his lap. For some reason my chest became heavier and I lifted his soft chin in my smaller hand so I could see his face. Which only made my heart drop even more.
There were tears forming in his green eyes and his cheeks were a bit more flushed than usual.

"Harry, baby, what's wrong?" I murmured, looking him in the eyes. "Was it something I said?"

"I thought I told you not to call me that." Harry ripped his face away from my hand and I frowned.

"You told me not to call you 'babe'." I countered and he glared at my hand nearing his face again.

"Same thing!" He snorted. I frowned more.

"Is not. She's a babe, you're my baby. Now what's up? What'd I say? Do you want me to punch myself in the face?" I pouted, giving him puppy eyes that were no where near as cute as his are. Harry shook his head adorably and curled up against my side, leaning his head on my shoulder. I could hear tiny sniffles coming from him and I craned my neck to see his face.

"No, Harry, why the tears?" I cooed at him, stroking his soft flushed cheek delicately. Harry shook his head and shrugged. 

"Nothing" He muttered, trying to pull away from me. I gripped his shoulder tightly so he couldn't get away. 

"Harry." I frowned, taking his chin gently and making him look me in the eye. "M sorry for what I said, okay?"

Harry only nodded and blinked at me. I sighed softly and pulled him in, hugging him. I hated it when Harry cried. His eyes would get all glassy looking, his face would flush, and he'd be so out of it. I noticed that Harry's sniffling had quieted down and I looked down at him. I tried to see his face, but it was buried under my arm. A few moments later he lifted his head and straightened up in my arms. His face was still red and his eyes were a little bloodshot.

"Sorry." He murmured, "M just tired and a bit stressed. Especially since tomorrow night we have our last show of the tour...-" He trailed off and looked up at me with wide eyes. 

"Oh my gosh! I never rehearsed, I forgot which songs we're supposed to perform, I probably sound aweful right now, I don't know what I'm gonna wear-" 

I cut him off. 

"Harry! Calm down! You're gonna be fine!" I huffed. Harry looked at me doubtfully. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

"I'll help you. We're singing the same songs we did last show, except we're taking out I Want and adding Gotta Be You. Okay?"

Harry nodded slowly, still eyeing me unsurely. I pet the curls sticking out of his hood.

"I promise you'll do great. You always do great. Anybody who thinks otherwise is blind, and stupid." I convinced him, and Harry shrugged.

"Thanks Lou." He smiled. It wasn't a very big smile; just enough to expose his dimples. That's enough for me.

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Sorry for it being so short! I wanted to get it up asap so I kind of rushed it and cut it off. But my goal was 1000 words, and I got 1262, so that's good enough for me.

Thank you for all the comments, you guys are the best. 2K readers?! Thank you! Never expected to get that many. Love you<3

-dusty