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*Zayn’s P.O.V.*
Thanks to my friend getting overly drunk, I had to walk back to my flat. Good thing it was only four short blocks from the bar we went to.
As I passed an ally, I heard something similar to a human cry, but also had a bit of a cat sound to it.
I took out my phone, turned the flashlight on, and looked down the ally. There was a kid, he looked about my age maybe younger.
I walked up to him only to be hissed at. After that he curled up in a ball and started crying again.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask the mysterious boy with cat ears and a tail. He’s clearly a hybrid, it’s so cute.
“Old owner call Niall bad and hit Niall so Niall run away.” the mysterious boy, whose name is Niall, chocked.
“Aw, I’m so sorry, Niall. How about we go to my house, yeah?” I ask and he hesitantly nods.
“Carry Niall?” He questioned.
“Sure.” I said picking him up bridal style and waking the rest of the way to my flat.
“Does Niall need anything?” I ask as I set him down on the couch. “Niall is a little hungry.” he answered rubbing his belly. Now isn’t that adorable.
“What kind of food does Niall want?” I question, walking to the kitchen with Niall right behind me.
“How about chicken and chips?” I suggested and he nodded excitedly.
<~>
After we ate, I showed Niall the room he could sleep in, but he asked if he could sleep in my room with me. I agreed, and now we are sitting in the living room watch whatever seems to be good.
Niall was curled up in my lap, purring as I scratched the space between his ears. Someone yelling and a door opening broke the silence.
“The queen has arrived. Please, no pictures.” my best friend, Louis, shouted.
“Louis, can you please not be so loud?” I semi-begged. And because of Louis’ actions, Niall has put his arms around my neck and pulled himself impossibly closer to me.
“Why? Oh. Hello, who’s this?” Louis asked, trying to look at Niall, whose face was buried in my chest.
“This is Niall. Hey, Niall, this is Louis, he’s nice.” I said and Niall got up off of me.
He looked at Louis, almost scanning him. “Hello!” Niall exclaimed. Louis stuck out his hand for a shake, but, instead, Niall engulfed in a hug. Then, Niall came back and curled up on me again.
“So he’s a hybrid?” Louis asked after a few moments
“Yeah. Adorable, right?” I replied looking down a Niall who was now asleep.
“Aw. Does little Zanie have a little crush on his little kitten?” Louis mocked. “But on a more serious note, you know that guy I’ve been talking to?” I 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?” I asked and he shrugged, taking his 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 he hung up the phone.
“He will be here in a few minutes.” Louis said. We talked about random things until the door bell rang.
(The Harry you are about to witness is fetus 2010 Harry.)
Louis practically sprinted to the door.
“Hey Hazza!” I heard him yell then the door closing. The yelling, once again, made Niall flinch. “Hazza?” He questioned looking around.
“Niall!” I heard someone, probably ‘Hazza’, exclaim and Niall’s head spun around, looked at the voice, jumped of my lap and ran over to the voice.
I, myself, wanted to meet this legendary ‘Hazza.’ So I got off of my lazy bum and walked over, and what I saw was Niall hugging someone.
Louis looked just as confused as I did.
When they broke apart, ‘Hazza’ turned to me 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.” this kid talks a lot.
“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. I just put my arm around his shoulders, which he melted into.
“I was born like this and Niall was ‘made’.” he said putting quotes on the word made.
“What do you mean by made?” Louis spoke up. Before Harry could say anything, I said, “Why don’t we all go sit in the living room, yeah?” Everyone nodded and I led the way with my arm still around Niall.
Louis and Harry took the couch while I sat in the recliner, originally made for one person, and Niall sat, curled up on me just like how we were on the couch just a few minutes ago.
“So my uncle, I don’t really know him that well, but he 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 know 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. He would beat him, starve him, force him to eat, verbally abuse.” By the time Harry finished, we were all in tears.
Louis and Harry were glued together as Niall had his arms around my neck and I had mine around his waist.
It’s very rare that I cry, but Niall’s story is just so heart breaking, even the person with the longest no crying record would have no choice but to end that record.
“I’m so sorry that that happened to you, Ni.” I whispered in his ear, rubbing his back soothingly.
“It’s okay, Niall is happy with Zayn. As long as Zayn won’t hurt Niall, right?” He whispered back, making me gasp.
“I would never hurt you, Niall. Believe me.” I said slightly kissing his temple and he started purring.
“Niall loves Zayn.” he said. I was a little caught off guard by that statement.
“I love you too Niall.” I said rubbing his back again. And it was true; I did love him. I loved him so much, even if I only met him like three hours ago.
“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.” Louis (over) explained.
“Oh spaghetti! Can I come?” Harry begged and Louis agreed, then they left. Leaving Niall and I alone.
Niall yawned, “Niall is tired. Wants cuddles with Zayn in bed.” or something along those lines, I couldn’t really understand what he was because he was mumbling.
“Okay. Let’s go then.” I said picking him up and walking up stairs to my bedroom. I set Niall down on my bed and stripped out of all my clothes except for my boxers.
“Can Zayn help Niall take off clothes?” He asked looking up at me tiredly. “O-oh um, sure, Ni.” I said and helped him undress. Then got into bed.
He instantly curled into my side. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around his waist, pulling him closer to me. And, almost right away, he started purring.
“Thank you.” I heard Niall whisper. “For what?” I questioned. “For saving Niall. Niall was once being hurt but Zayn came and saved Niall.”
“Oh, you are welcome, Niall. I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again.” I promised, kissing the top of his head.
“Niall loves Zayn.” he stated, half asleep. “Zayn loves Niall, too.” I said closing my eyes, letting sleep take over my body.
~Niall’s dream~
“Harry? Harry!? HARRY GET UP!!!!!” Louis screamed, shaking the unconscious cat-boy that lay on the floor.
“Shit! Harry?!? Get up, please!!” He shouted again.
“Where the fuck are our phones.” he screeched looking around the house.
“HELP!”
~end dream~ (back too Zayn’s POV)
“Help!” Niall exclaimed, waking me up.
“What’s wrong, Ni?” I ask, worriedly.
“Harry unconscious, Louis can’t find phones, Zayn needs to call ambulance to Louis’ house.” he rushed. I quickly dialled 999 on my phone and told the lady Louis’ address.
As soon as I hung up, I quickly put on a pair sweat pants and a random t-shirt, also handing Niall pants and a shirt.
After we dressed, I guided Niall to Louis’ house. The ambulance beat us and I saw Harry being put into a truck on a stretcher.
We ran up to Louis just as a cop did. “Which one of you are good friends with mister Styles?” He asked.
“I think Niall more than I am.” Louis stated looking over at Niall.
“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?” I 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.” he finished.
“I called them.” I said, “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?” Louis asked. “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 bed?” Louis asked wriggling his eyebrows and I shoved him.
“Why don’t we just go to the hospital and ask Niall himself?” I offered and Louis agreed. We hopped into his 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?” Louis asked. “What is your relationship with Mr. Styles?”
“I’m his boyfriend.”
“What’s his full name?”
“Harold Edward Styles.”
“Birthday?”
“February first, 1994.”
“Parents?”
“Anne Cox and Des Styles. Sister Gemma Styles.”
“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.” He said and we (speed) walked to the room following the directions the women gave us.
“Hey Niall, hi Harry.” Louis and I greeted.
“Zayn!” Niall shouted, engulfing me in a huge hug.
“Hey, Niall, listen. Louis and I have a few questions for you.” I said and he nodded sitting between Louis and myself on the plastic hospital chairs.
“How did you know Harry was hurt and that I couldn’t find any phones?” Louis asked looking between Niall and Harry.
“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.
“That’s amazing.” I whisper to myself.
“Wait.” Louis said turning to Niall. “So, Harry can hear and see you right now?” He asked and Niall nodded.
“Yes. And Harry can hear Louis and Zayn too.” he stated. “As long as you are touching Niall.” Louis nodded his head.
Eventually Harry woke up and Niall and I left leaving Louis at the hospital with Harry after he got permission from the nurse to stay over night.
The car ride back home was filled with comfortable silence as I drove and Niall looked out the window.
When we arrived at the flat I looked down and noticed that Niall’s shoelaces were untied. “Hey, Ni. Watch your step the laces are undone.” I warned and he shrugged getting out of the car.
It took me about 1 second to realize that Niall had fallen. “Oh my god, Niall! Are you okay?” I asking running over to him and kneeling beside him.
“Yeah Niall is okay. Knee hurts though.” He said motioning toward his leg. There was a small scrape with a little blood located right above his right knee.
“Nothing a little cleaning can’t solve.” I said getting and helping Niall get up after that.
We entered the bathroom and I sat him down on the counter next to the sink and took out the stuff that cleans out cut and other stuff. I put a little on a piece of toilet paper.
“Okay Niall, this is going to sting a little, okay?” I say and he nods holding onto the hand that was not holding anything.
After I cleaned his cut, I put a bandage over it. “There we go. All better.” I said.
“Thank you, Zayn.” he looked up at me. “No probl-” I was cut off when Niall’s lips were suddenly pressed against mine.
“-em” I finished when he pulled away. “What was that for?” I whispered.
“When Niall was with the creator, he was not totally crazy, he once told Niall that if he loved someone, kiss them. So that’s what Niall did.” he said proudly, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“Aw, Niall. That’s so sweet.” I said hugging him.
“N-ni-n… I-I love you.” he didn’t talk in third person! “Niall! You didn’t talk in third person!” I exclaimed.
“Kiss?” I asked puckering his lips. “Of course my kitty.” I replied connecting our lips.
The kiss was slow at first, then gradually got faster and Niall wiped his tongue across my bottom lip. I did not grant him entrance, which made him pull away and pout.
“Not now. Maybe another day.” I promised. “I love you, Zayn” he whispered. “I love you too. Now let’s go back to bed, it’s probably half three.”
“Meow.”
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