kitten // larry
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  • Reads 6,600
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 2m
Ongoing, First published May 06, 2015
Mature
"everyone who works with the kittens has to wear kitty ears," harry was holding out the absurd piece of materiel for louis to take.

"how about you wear those and i'll get the leash and collar for you," louis rolled his eyes. "and then i can pull you around," he gasped sarcastically. "we could even go for a walk. would you like that harold?"

he looked up to see harry gaping at him, his face bright red. louis mimicked his expression before shaking his head and turning to pick up one of the tiny cats. he waited seven whole seconds before turning around only to find harry in the exact same position.

"what's wrong?" louis frowned at him and harry's eyes went from the floor to meet louis'. his face hadn't changed from it's shocked expression and he was still as red as a tomato. "harry, what is it?" louis snapped. 

a few seconds later louis was snatching the cheap piece of garbage from his hand.

"fine i'll wear them dammit."
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11 parts Complete Mature

© Tomlinsontoes on ao3 Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't. "I'm not your personal assistant you know," Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. "I'm your publicist." "I know that," Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, "but look at you personally assisting me," he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don't. Waiting for a booty call or something?" Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He's amazed that couch is as clean as it looks.