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~Louis~
“The queen has arrived. Please, no pictures.” I shouted as I walked into my best friend, Zayn’s, house.
“Louis, can you please not be so loud?” He begged.
“Why? Oh. Hello, who’s this?” I asked, trying to look at the kitten-boy.
“This is Niall. Hey, Niall, this is Louis, he’s nice.” Zayn said and Niall lifted himself off of Zayn.
He looked at me, almost scanning me. “Hello!” He exclaimed and engulfed me in a hug. Then, he sat on Zayn again.
“So he’s a hybrid?” I asked.
“Yeah. Adorable, right?” He replied looking down a Niall who was now asleep.
“Aw. Does little Zanie have a little crush on his little kitten?” I mocked. “But on a more serious note, you know that guy I’ve been talking to?” He nodded. “He’s also a cat hybrid.”
“And when were you going to tell me this? Do you think he would want come over to meet Niall?” He asked and I shrugged, taking my phone out of his pocket and pushing some buttons.
“Hazza! … I’m good. Listen. You know my friend, Zayn? … He has a friend like you. … Yep ears and a tail. … Would you like to meet him? … Two houses away from mine. … Okay see you in a few minutes. … Bye.” then I hung up the phone.
“He will be here in a few minutes.” I said. We talked about random things until the door bell rang.
I ran to the door.
“Hey Hazza!” I yelled then closed the door. There was a little squeak sounding like “Hazza?”
“Niall!” Harry exclaimed and then an excited looking Niall ran over and jumped in Harry’s arms. Zayn soon followed after him.
Zayn looked just as confused as I did.
When they broke apart, Harry turned to Zayn and said, “Hi! My name is Harry. But, I’m sure you can tell, I like to be called Hazza or Haz. You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to.”
“I’m Zayn. I just have a question. How come you can talk in complete sentences and Niall talks like a three your old?”
“Niall heard that.” Niall huffed. Zayn put his arm around Niall’s shoulders, which he melted into.
“I was born like this and Niall was ‘made’.” Harry said putting quotes on the word made.
“What do you mean by made?” I questioned. Before Harry could say anything, Zayn said, “Why don’t we all go sit in the living room, yeah?” Everyone nodded and he led the way with his arm still around Niall.
Harry and I took the couch while Zayn sat in the reclining chair and Niall sat on him.
“So my uncle, I don’t really know him that much, is a scientist. He was trying out his theory that, if he took the genes if a cat and put it into a human, he could make a hybrid. And as you can see, it worked.
But there was a reason why my mum didn’t want me to meet my uncle. He put the ‘mad’ in mad scientist. Very strange, creepy, weird, more synonyms for the word strange…
He abused Niall, in so many cruel and unusual ways. *sniffle* He would beat him, starve him, force him to eat, verbally abuse.” By the time Harry finished, we were all in tears.
“I think I’m gonna leave. I came here to raid your refrigerator, because my mum and sisters went away on some “girl trip” and my step dad is working tonight, but I just remembered that there is leftover spaghetti from last night.” I explained after a few minutes of us all pulling ourselves back together.
“Oh spaghetti! Can I come?” Harry begged and I agreed, then we left.
“Did you drive here or…?” I trail off, looking around to see if his car was here.
“Uh, no. my Mum drove me.” he replied.
“Okay, shall we walk?” I suggest holding my hand out for him to take. He gratefully, and eagerly, took my hand intertwining our fingers together.
“Aw! Would you look at the pretty pretty fucking fagots!” Someone yelled and I held up a choice finger to whoever yelled.
We reached my house in a matter of minutes since I lived so close to Zayn’s flat. I took out my key, unlocking the door and holding it open for Harry like the gentleman I am.
“Thanks.” he smiled shyly.
“Hey, Haz, don’t take anything from what that guy said.” I said putting a hand on his shoulder.
“I know Louis, it’s just that I hate people like that. It’s like this is a choice! I didn’t choose to be gay.” He said. I put my arm around him and rubbed his arm soothingly. He turned to me and said. “Louis I really like you. Like really really like you.”
Those words caught me off guard. “I really really like you too, Harry.” I said looking at him in the eyes.
I stared to lean in. We were so close our noses where touching. He closed the final centimeter between us. Harry cupped my cheek in his hand. Lips tentatively touching mine. The kiss felt like it went on for an eternity, yet it was only a few minutes. We both pulled back breathing heavily with matching red, swollen lips. I stared into his magical eyes as he stared into mine, they were absolutely stunning. I realised that I started leaning in for another kiss. This one was more urgent than the first one. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his other hand on my lower back pulling me closer. As much as I didn’t want to pull back, the need for air became to great.
“L-Louis?” He stuttered. “Yeah?” I question looking up at him. I had just realised that there was a major height difference between us.
“I-I love you.” He said. And I can tell that it was hard for him to say with the possibility I may not say it back.
I put his face in my hands and attach our lips. He didn’t move, probably from shock, but that only lasted about 3 seconds.
I pulled away before the kiss got too heated. “I love you, too, Harry. I have loved you since I first saw you, as cliché as it sounds.”
“I like cliché.” he smiled and I smiled back.
“So I guess I’m setting up spaghetti on one plate?” I asked and he chuckled, nodding.
“Um, I have to use the bathroom. Where is it?” He asked a little shy.
Aw.
“It’s up the stairs, the second door on the left.” I answer.
I put the spaghetti in the microwave for 1:50. When the timer-thingy went off I heard a bang then groan of pain.
“Harry?” I ask and start walking to the stairs. Harry lay there.
“Harry? Are you okay?” I lower myself down on my knees next to him. “L-Lou…” He trailed off, his eyes closing and breathing slowing.
“Harry?” I put my hands on his shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Harry!? HARRY GET UP!!!!!”
“Shit! Harry?!? Get up, please!!” I shouted. I started shaking him more forcefully.
“Where the fuck are our phones.” I screeched looking around the house.
“HELP!”
I ran up the stairs see if he left his phone in the bathroom. He clearly did not. Then I checked my room for my phone, remembering that I left it at my other friend Liam’s house.
By the time I got back down stairs, about to check Harry’s coat pocket, I saw flashing lights. Then there was a forceful knock on the door.
“He is over there.” I say to the guy from the ambulance who was at my door. There were a couples guys behind him carrying a stretcher. Who called the ambulance? Because I’m positive I didn’t call them.
The guys picked up Harry and placed him on the stretcher placing the oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. I follow the men out my house and close my door, not locking it because I didn’t have my keys.
From the corner of my eye I see Zayn and Niall running towards me. They reached me at about to same time a cop did.
“Which one of you are good friends with mister Styles?” He asked.
“I think Niall more than I am?” I said, sounding more like a question. I looked over at Niall, he probably has known Harry longer than I have. Considering the who uncle experiment thing.
“Do you want to ride with mister Styles to the hospital?” The cop asked Niall, and he nodded. Niall and the cop walked to the back of truck and got inside.
“What happened?” Zayn asked.
“Harry was coming down from the bath room and I guess he slipped, because the next thing I knew he was on the floor and wouldn’t wake up. But the weird thing was that I couldn’t find either of our phones and the cops still showed up. I have no idea who called them or knew that Harry was hurt.” I explained.
“I called them.” He said. What? “Niall woke me up and said Harry was unconscious, you couldn’t find phones, and that I needed to call 999 for you.”
“How did he know?” I ask in bewilderment. “I have no idea, Lou. He was sound asleep then I fell asleep, and he was still wrapped around me when he woke me up. So he clearly didn’t get up.”
“You guys were sleeping in the same in the same bed.” I said, smirking and wriggling my eyebrows. As a response, Zayn shoved me.
“Why don’t we just go to the hospital and ask Niall himself?” He offered and I agreed. We hopped into my car and drove off.
When we arrived at the hospital we walked up to the ‘information desk’.
“Can you please tell us where Harry Styles is?” I asked as polite as possible. “What is your relationship with Mr. Styles?”
“I’m his boyfriend.” I guess I can say that.
“What’s his full name?”
“Harold Edward Styles.”
“Birthday?”
“February first, 1994.”
“Parents?”
“Anne Cox and Des Styles. Sister Gemma Styles.” I just threw in his sister just to show that truly knew a lot about him.
“Okay. Mr. Styles is in room 120. Go down this hall, make a left and it’s the last door on your right.”
“Thank you.” I said and we (speed) walked to the room following the directions the lady gave us.
“Hey Niall, hi Harry.” Zayn and I greeted.
“Zayn!” Niall shouted, hugging Zayn.
“Hey, Niall, listen. Louis and I have a few questions for you.” Zayn said and Niall nodded sitting between Zayn and I on the hospital chairs.
“How did you know Harry was hurt and that I couldn’t find any phones?” I asked getting right to the point.
“When Niall was made, it was with Harry’s blood now whenever Niall sleeps he can see what Harry is doing. If Harry is sleeping then Niall just dreams regularly. Also, Harry can see what Niall is doing when he is asleep and Niall is awake.” he explained.
“Wait.” I said turning fully to Niall. “So, Harry can hear and see you right now?” I asked and Niall nodded.
“Yes. And Harry can hear Louis and Zayn too.” he stated. “As long as you are touching Niall.” I nodded my head and placed my hand on his knee. Now that I know that Harry can see and hear me.
Niall fell asleep twenty minutes later. I watched as Zayn held the kitten-boy close to him. There was nothing but love and adoration in his eyes when looking down at the creature.
“You love him. Don’t you?” I say. He seemed startled from my random voicing, but he fell back to himself and smiled.
“Yeah, I do.” He spoke fondly, looking down at the sudden movement coming from Niall.
“Harry about to wake up.” he mumbled and as of on cue…
“Louis, Zayn, Niall?” A barely heard whisper came from the bed Harry was on.
“Harry?” I ask walking to the hospital bed.
“What happened?”
“You must have slipped when you were walking down stairs from the bathroom.” I state, not completely sure on what exactly happened due to the fact that I was not in the room when the event occurred. (A/N: I tend to ramble a lot. Sorry!)
“Wow.”
There was a knock on the door. A female doctor, about the age of thirty, came in.
“Hello Harry. Hi, I’m Stacy.” she said shaking our hands, yes Niall too because he woke up.
“I just have to do a quick check over, alright Harry? So, if you don’t mind, I need you boys to step out for a few moments.” she said politely.
We nodded and left the room. “Is she going to be scared of Harry being a hybrid?” I ask nervously. Then again, the ambulance people and the cops didn’t freak out.
“No,” Niall started, “Stacy is a special doctor that works with hybrids like Harry and Niall.”
My back pocket started vibrating. Harry’s phone was in my pocket the whole time.
“Did you get a new phone?” Zayn asked. I have a blue iPhone 5c and this is a gold 5.
“Uh, no this is Harry’s phone. His mum is calling.”
“Answer. Anne probably senses that there is something wrong with Harry.” Niall said.
{A~Anne. L~Louis}
L~ Hello?
A~ Louis?
L~ Yes.
A~ Hello, Louis. How are you?
L~ I’m fine, how are you?
A~ I’m good. Um, is Harry hurt? My motherly and cat senses are tingling.
L~ Harry was at my house, he went to the bathroom, then on his way down I guess he slipped and he fell. We are the hospital now. Harry just woke up from his hour coma. The doctor is checking him.
A~ Dr. Stacy right?
L~ Yeah.
A~ Okay, good. Listen, I can’t get to the hospital right now. After I dropped Harry off at your friends house my car broke down a few blocks down. It’s in the shop now.
L~ It’s okay. The doctor is about to come out, do you want to listen to have she says?
A~ Sure
(Anne is still on the phone)
“Mr. Tomlinson, Harry wants to see you” Dr Stacy said.
“Okay. This is his mum.” I said to her hand the phone over, then walked into the room.
“Hey, BooBear .” Harry said as I walked into the room. “Hey, HazzaBear.” I replied, pecking his lips. He blushed at the action.
“I saw you looking at me before. When I was asleep.” he stated. “Yeah Niall told me about that thing you guys have. I find it fascinating.” I told him, grabbing his hand and lacing our fingers together.
“Part of what we told you is a lie, though,” I raised my eyebrows at him. “You don’t have to be in contact with him. You really just need to be near him. He just likes human touch; almost like a real cat.” he explained.
“I love you, Harry.” I said squeezing his hand.
“I love you more.”
“Impossible.” I go to peck his lips again, but he had other ideas.
He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down, making the kiss more heated. I pulled away when he licked my lip.
“Haz, I want to. I really really want to. But we are in a hospital, you were just unconscious like ten minutes ago, and also Zayn, Niall, and the Doctor are about to come in.” I said. I was actually quoting a music video by this band call Which Way for their song Greatest Song Yet.
Knock knock
“Hey, guys.” Doctor Stacy said entering the room with Niall and Zayn behind her.
“Hi, Stacy.” Harry said. She handed Harry his phone.
“Where did you get this?” He asked astonished. “It was in my pocket.” I said.
“Anyway. Harry would be able to leave right now, but due to hospital rules, you have to wait until morning.”
“Is there any possible way that I can stay?” I ask.
“It isn’t really allowed-” she was cut off by Harry.
“Please, Stacy.” he looked at her with an incredibly sad face.
Do you see that puddle on the floor? Yeah. That’s my melted heart. Try not to slip.
“Fine, he can stay.” she said.
“Thank you!” I exclaimed. Then she left.
“I think it’s our time to leave.” Zayn said. I almost forgot their existence.
Oops?
“Uh, Zayn. Can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked.
“Sure.” he said then whispered something to Niall. Probably that he would be right back.
Once the door was closed I hugged Zayn. “Thank you, Zayn.”
He seemed shocked at first, but then he hugged back. “What are you thanking me for?”
“Just everything, I don’t know. I feel like haven’t thanked you enough. Is that bad; should I not be thanking you?”
“Louis. Shut up.” he said pulling away and laughing. “Sorry.” I chuckled opening the door again.
“Niall, we’re going now. Bye, Harry. It was nice meeting you.” Zayn said. “You too, Zayn. Bye Niall.” Harry waved.
“Bye.” Niall said waving to back to Harry and giving me a small hug.
“So. What shall we do for the next four hours?” I ask, looking at the clock on the the wall. 3:19. Harry can leave at 7:00.
“It’s actually three hours and forty one minutes.” he corrected me. “Now it’s forty minutes. Time’s a tickin’ Mr. Tomlinson.”
“Call me Mr. Tomlinson again. It makes me feel important.” I say walking closer to the hospital bed. “Nope.”
“Why not?” I say pouting. “Cause I don’t want to.” he smiled. I am now right next to him.
“Lay down with me.” he said, making it sound like an order. I slip my feet out of my shoes then lay down on the extremely uncomfortable hospital bed.
Harry wrapped his arms around my neck and I around his torso. “Guess what.” I said-asked. “What?”
“You’re a cat.” I laughed. “Oh thanks I didn’t know that.” he said sarcastically.
“You’re welcome.” I said, kissing his nose. He smiled and kissed my lips as I kissed back.
“I just want to kiss you for the next three hours.” he says resting his forehead on mine.
“The feeling it mutual.” I say connecting our lips in a passionate kiss.
“I am in love with you, Harold Edward Styles. I love your ears, your tail, your eyes, nose, smile, teeth, left dimple, right dimple, and your chin. I love the the colour of pink that shows up on your cheeks when you blush and how you attempt, but fail, to hide it. I love everything from the top of your ears to your toe nails. I. Love. You.” I look at him in the eyes through my entire speech.
Harry had started to cry around when I started talking about his blushing. I cupped his head in my hands and wiped his cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.
“Louis…” he started but I stopped him. “Just shut up and kiss me you fool.” I smiled and he crashed his lips on mine.
We were both smiling into the kiss. Our kiss had to stop because we kept smiling.
“I love you, Louis William Tomlinson. You are the ray of sunshine in my life and I don’t know what I would do with out you. You found me in a really bad part of my life and just made it better. That’s what you do; make everything better. You turn grey clouds in to magical rainbows. Now I know that what I’m saying now is nothing compared to what you said, but it’s true and I mean everything. I am truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you.” We have changed positions.
My arms were around his neck and his hands were cupping my cheeks, which were stained with tears.
“Did you just quote bubblegum-pop boyband Which Way?” I ask. “Oh, so it’s okay for you to quote their music video but I can quote a song lyric?” He said raising an eyebrow.
“Exactly. But I don’t know any other songs. I’ve only seen the video once because it was on the music video channel. Now you on the other hand quoted a song that does not have a video.” I say placing the tip of my pointer finger on his chest.
“How would you know that Truly, Madly, Deeply doesn’t have a video? The only way to know is if you looked them up on YouTube. Oh my. You’re a compass aren’t you. You, Louis Tomlinson, are a male compass.”
“What the hell is a compass? I thought those were the things that pointed North to help you find where you were.” I asked.
“A compass is a fan of Which Way.” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
“Ugh. I hate you.” I mumbled, resting my head on his chest. He laughed and kissed my head.
“Why do you hate me, Mr. Tomlinson?” I looked up at him. “I hate you because your lips are not on mine.” I stated with a straight face.
“Well, let’s change that, yeah?” He said placing his lips to mine, in a slow, love filled kiss.
“Do you love me yet?” He questioned, his mouth was still close to mine so that who he talked his lips were still brushing mine.
“Hmm. Not yet.” I said connecting our lips again. “Okay. I love you now.” I said. I may or may not have been giggling, manly of course.
“Yay!” He exclaimed. “What time is it?” I ask.
“What do I look like a clock?” He asked and I nodded smiling. “Okay. It’s 4:38. We have two hours and twenty two minutes left until I can leave. What shall we do?”
“We can sleep.” I say putting my head in his neck. “Or we can make out.” Harry suggested.
“But I’m tired.” I whine. “So? Tomorrow is Sunday we can sleep all day.”
“Technically, it’s already Sunday.” I point out. “No fair. I’m the technical one.” he pouted.
I chuckled and pecked his pouty lips, which caused him to smile. “I like your smile. It makes you dimples appear.” I said poking his dimples.
“Thank you. I like your smile too. Especially the crinkles by your eyes.” he stated. I smiled, allowing crinkles to form around my eyes, and he smiled back, causing his dimples to show themselves.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead on his. “I love you, BooBear.” he whispered. “I love you, too, HazzaBear.” I mumbled, slowly falling asleep. My last though was, ‘How did I get so lucky?’
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Hello my cupcakes! Can I call you that? Okay, good.
Anywhap. I just wanted to let you know that my one shots may tend to be a bit longer that most one shots. That’s just mainly because I like for each one to have its own little plot-thing.
And another thing, everyone looks like the picture I have on the side or top (depending if you are on a computer or whatever) unless I say something like August 17, 2013. Then they would look like what they did at the time being.
Okay that’s all.
~ <3 Hallie
P.S. If you have any requests I will gladly take them. Feel free to dm me or even put it in the comment section. I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. *MWUAH*
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