[A/N]: Heeey guys D: I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday or the day before! I just... Monday I was exhausted and slept for most of the day, then tuesday I was sick and dedicated like... the time I woke up until 6:45 at night to writing my new one shot Stormy! But now I'm back to write more about Harold Kitten Fluff! Hokay! Wooo! OH! AND CAN I JUST SAY THAT YOU ALL ARE AWESOME? BECAUSE I HAVE LIKE 100,000 SOME READS WHICH IS... SDFJSKDFJKSDJKF I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT I JUST CANNOT. AND I HAVE LIKE 7000 VOTES TOTAL AND 700 some fans AND I JUST LOVE YOU ALL. HERE. READ THIS. I AM NOT WORTHY OF YOU *falls at feet* OH AND CHECK OUT THE THING DUCKWINPIE MADE FOR ME ITS IN THE MULTIMEDIA ME GUSTA SO DIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO HEEER
[Louis' P.O.V]
After a shower that consisted of a bit more than just getting clean, Harry remained clinging close, as if he didn't want me out of his sight for more than a few minutes. During lunch, he wormed his way onto my lap to eat his grilled cheese. Not that I was protesting. He was kind of adorable as he curled his long frame up and leaned into my chest, clutching my shirt loosely in one hand and eating his sandwich the other. Niall and Liam sat across from the table of Harry and I, raising their eyebrows at our position. My mum simply chuckled as she noticed Harry's desired seating place, and I gave her a sheepish grin in return.
"J-Jay," Harry straightened out of his curled position against my chest to smile at my mother. "T-this is really good!"
"Thank you, Harry!" my mum chuckled. "You can have more if you like."
Harry nodded at her once more before curling back into my chest, and I felt an itchy substance fall down onto my chest, "You're getting crumbs down my shirt you messy little Kitten!"
"S-sorry!" Harry stuttered, sitting up and trying to brush the mess of crumbs he'd made off of me.
I chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead, "You're fine, love. It's no big deal."
Harry was certainly taking his time eating his sandwich, considering most of us had finished our own several minutes before, and Harry still had about half left. Even as Niall leaped up and bounded into the living room with Liam in tow, I sat in the kitchen and let Harry eat his food on my lap. Eventually, Harry finished his food, and I patted his back gently so I could get up. He unfolded himself from my arms, but stood to his feet and reached for my hand. I chuckled at the younger boy, ignoring his hand but wrapping an arm around him instead to pull him close and kiss his temple.
I led the younger boy into the living room, wrapping both arms around him and falling backwards with him onto the air mattress. He let out a tiny squeak as we fell, but nuzzled into my chest. After about thirty minutes of watching the telly with Niall and Liam, I carefully attempted to untangle myself from Harry, who in turn frowned and whined, "W-where are you going?"
"I've gotta use the restroom, love," I chuckled.
"Take Harry with you."
"It'd be take me with you," Liam corrected. Of course he stopped watching the telly long enough to correct the kitten boy.
"Screw you, Payne," I huffed.
"That's my job!" Niall replied happily.
"Niall..." Liam sighed, and Niall laughed.
I crawled up from the air mattress and was retreating down the hall when suddenly someone was pressed closely to my arm. Nearly stumbling into the wall in surprise, I glanced at the person accompanying me, my eyes falling on a blushing Harry.
"Hi Kitten," I chuckled. "Do you have to use the restroom, too?"
"No," Harry mumbled. "Harry w-wants to just be with Louis."
"I was coming back, you know," I ruffled the boys curls but allowed him to come into the bathroom with me, shutting the door behind us.
Harry turned and faced the door, remembering that I'd done the same when I'd been in the same room as the restroom using boy. Granted, Lottie had also been in the shower at the time, but that wasn't really important. Once I'd zipped my pants back up and flushed the toilet, Harry was flicking on the water in the sink for me and bouncing up and down on his toes as he waited for me.
"I-is the water cold?" Harry asked curiously, scooting closer to poke a finger out underneath the stream of water. He nodded, "It is cold."
I chuckled, stretching my lips out towards Harry since I didn't have dry enough hands to pull him close. Harry happily pressed his usual clumsy kiss to my lips, and I smiled at him, "I love you, Kitten."
"Harry's Louis!" he declared, flinging his arms around me and standing up straight so he could press his face into my hair. "Ooh... L-Louis smells good."
"I probably smell like you do, baby," I laughed, patting him lightly on his bum to signify that we were going to exit the bathroom.
Harry's eyes widened, and he giggled, "Louis touched H-Harry's bottom!"
I tugged the younger boy, who was still in a fit of giggles, out of the bathroom, his laughter making me laugh, "You sure do find that funny, huh?"
As we entered the living room, Niall raised his eyebrows at Harry's hysterical giggling, "Did you drug him?"
"Louis touched Harry's bottom!" Harry declared before bursting into giggles again.
"Are you sure that's all he did?" Niall snickered, and I grabbed a book off the side table as we passed it to chuck at him.
"Shut up, Niall!" I snapped.
I suddenly felt a hand gently pat my bum, and I let out a surprised yelp, which only made Harry giggle and announce, "Harry touched Louis' bottom, too!"
Niall laughed, "Liam touched my butt earlier!" he lowered his voice to a whisper. "But he didn't use his hands..."
Liam turned bright red and launched himself at Niall, clasping a hand over his mouth as I pulled Harry to sit with me in the recliner, "That's enough out of you, young man!"
"What did Liam t-touch Niall's bottom with then?" Harry asked me curiously.
I paled. "Nothing, love," I assured him. "It was nothing, ignore Niall."
Harry shrugged, twisting around to make himself comfortable across my lap, "W-we are going home tomorrow?"
"Yep," I informed him, poking his nose.
Harry frowned, "B-but Louis what about... about Victor?"
I stared at the younger boy for a moment, "What about him?"
"W-what Louis said... about i-if someone tried to t-take Harry... Harry does not... he does not want-" Harry seemed to be growing more frantic, scrambling to snuggle closer. "Harry's Louis cannot be-"
"Oh, Kitten," I sighed, wrapping my arms around the younger boy. "Don't worry about that."
"But.. you... you are Harry's Louis," he informed me.
Liam called out, "It'd be 'You are mine'!"
"No!" I snapped at Liam. "I'm Harry's Louis!"
Liam rolled his eyes, "You two are hopeless."
Harry shrugged, placing a hand on my cheek as he turned his head to look at Liam, "Harry's Louis..."
"Yeah, yeah," Liam sighed.
Niall on the other hand, crawled up off the couch bed and frolicked over, surprising me by crawling onto the recliner with Harry and I, wedging himself between me and the kitten boy. Niall pushed at Harry as the younger lad frowned and tried to move Niall back out of the way, "Nope. Sorry Harry. My Louis."
"No," Harry pouted. "Niall has Liam. L-leave. Harry's Louis."
"Yeah," Liam whined. "You have me!"
"Oh yeah!" Niall beamed at Liam and bounded off of my lap. "Silly me! I forgot!"
Liam's eyes took on a glint that I only saw rarely, and usually left rather quickly once it appeared, "Should I remind you that you have me?"
Niall's eyes widened, and he nodded, "Yes. You should."
"No, no!" I quickly interjected as Harry scrambled happily back into his spot. "You can save that until tomorrow, can't you? We'll be home tomorrow!"
"You and Harry are the one's touching each others butts!" Niall pouted.
"But not like you guys are wanting to!" I scolded.
"There is a-another way to touch Louis' bottom?" Harry asked, and I scratched lightly at his scalp in hopes he'd forget what he was asking.
"I love you, Kitten!" I told him.
Harry beamed, "Harry l-loves Louis!"
Luckily, Liam and Niall were both sitting on the bed and Liam hadn't 'shown' Niall anything. They were both glaring at me and probably cursing my existence, but I could live with that as long as they were keeping everything PG. Harry poked at me lightly to get my attention back on him, "Harry is Louis' Kitten?"
"Yes, baby," I laughed. "You're my Kitten."
"Louis' Kitten," he nodded, snuggling closer and tucking his curly head underneath my chin.
I kissed behind one of his ears, blowing on it lightly to make him squirm and protest. I chuckled, "Does it tickle?"
"Yes!" Harry placed a gentle hand over my mouth and pulled back to frown at me.
I kissed his palm and gathered him up into my arms better, cradling him close so I could press our foreheads together and make him drop his hand, "I'm sorry... that's mean of me, isn't it?"
"Yes," Harry agreed.
"And I can't be mean to my Kitten, can I?" I continued.
"Nope!" Harry shook his head to the best of his ability considering it was pressed to mine.
"But you're so cute... and ticklish," I made my fingers dance up his ribs, and his eyes widened.
"B-but that does not t-tickle!" he nuzzled closer, making a purring sound. "That feels nice."
"This?" I ran my hand up his ribs again.
"H-Harry likes that," he approved.
So I kept brushing my hand along Harry's side, and the boy actually fell asleep on me, taking a not so quick cat nap. He was still asleep when the girls got home, and by that time, my arms had fallen asleep, so I moved him down onto the air mattress and went to help the girls with their homework. A little before my mum had dinner done, Harry stumbled sleepily into the kitchen and over to me, crawling onto my lap.
Niall sat next to me, playing cards with Daisy and Phoebe, and he chuckled, "You're lucky Harry. Louis never let anyone else cuddle with him that much."
"Yeah," Lottie added from where she was helping my mom make lasagna. "He didn't even let us sit on his lap that much."
"I let you all sit on my lap plenty!" I huffed.
Harry pulled away and searched my face for signs of discomfort, "L-Louis does not like to cuddle?"
"Unless you're asking that question to someone," Liam began from where he was seated next to Felicity as he helped her with a word search for school.
"I love cuddling," I hissed at Liam, and Harry's ears flattened momentarily in fear. I was quick to stroke Harry's ribs like he'd recently told me he liked. "Oh, not you Kitten. Sorry... I was snapping at Liam. I love cuddling with my baby Kitten. I love that you're so snuggly."
Harry beamed largely, pressing a clumsy kiss to my forehead before curling himself back up to fit himself against my chest. Niall reached over from his card game, a devious look in his eye, "While Harry is sleepy and not fully aware of his surroundings... let's test his cat abilities. All cats can land on their feet."
"Niall...." I warned, concerned about where this was going.
Niall leaped from his chair, and he seemed to be about to push Harry off my lap, but I tightened my grip on the younger boy with one hand and swung out blindly towards Niall with the other. I managed to whack Niall on the hip, and he let out a yelping sound, turning and scrambling towards Liam like an injured puppy. Then again, he wasn't far from one. His ears had fallen back and his tail tucked between his legs.
"My poor Nialler," Liam crooned as Niall pountingly plopped down on his lap and glared at me.
"I wasn't gonna push him off of you!" Niall whined.
"Liar!" I accused. "You were reaching to push my poor Kitten!"
"Nuh uh!" Niall snapped, turning to Liam. "Was I going to push Harry?"
"Erm," Liam mumbled, glancing from me to Niall. "No?"
"See!" Niall said triumphantly.
"Alright, boys, alright," my mother chuckled. "Lasagna's ready!"
I slid out from underneath Harry carefully, "I'll make your plate, love."
"Harry c-can help," he offered, peering up at me with his wide green eyes as I lowered him onto the chair we'd been sharing.
"It's fine, Kitten, I've got it," I kissed his nose before getting in line behind Daisy and Phoebe to get Harry and I's food.
I gave the younger lad the amount of lasagna I figured his kitten boy stomach could handle, gave him a piece of toast, and carried him a glass of milk before returning to get my own food. Harry sat patiently waiting for me to return so I could set down my food and slide underneath him again, and then he began eating at the same time that I did. After dinner, we all went to bed early since we had to get up and say goodbye to the girls before they went to school.
Harry, on the other hand, was squirming as soon as we lay down. He'd poke at my collarbone, I'd glance down at him, and then he'd burst into giggles, trying to keep his laughter quiet. After a couple more times of him poking him, I poked him in the tummy, "What on earth is so funny, Kitten boy? You're supposed to be going to sleep!"
"Harry is n-not tired," he informed me.
When no correction came from Liam, I figured he was already asleep. I could barely make out two lumps of people pressed close in the darkness, and a leg thrown over a hip. I rolled my eyes at them. So much sexual frustration from not having any real alone time these past few days.
"Louis is t-tired?" Harry asked. "Harry will leave him a-alone."
"No, Kitten, I'll talk to you if you can't sleep. I just wanna know why you're so giggly," I chuckled, leaning forward to brush my lips against his forehead.
"Harry d-does not know," he shrugged.
"Wanna see something funny?" I asked quietly, and he nodded enthusiastically. I reached around the younger boy, poking him in the bum. He was clad in a pair of boxers for pajamas, and one of my baggy t-shirts. As soon as my hand made contact, he was instantly bursting into laughter, pressing his face close to muffle his giggles. I chuckled into his hair, "You're so silly."
Harry sighed after his laughter died down, snuggling close, "When w-we go home tomorrow... Louis will not get... um... for Harry, pl-please, he will not get-"
"I'm not going to get killed," I whispered to him. "I don't think it would come to that. I'm not going to let them take you, and I'll do whatever it takes to stop it if I have to, but I don't think they're even going to look for you."
Harry pulled himself closer, "L-Louis promises?"
I frowned, "Promise what? I promise I won't let them take you-"
"No, p-promise that L-Louis will not get killed," Harry said.
"Well I can't exactly promise-"
"No!" Harry gasped, scrambling closer to cling on to me, both and arm and a leg thrown around me. "Promise!"
"I won't get killed," I assured him, running my hands down his side.
"H-hold Harry," he pleaded.
"I am holding you," I said in confusion.
"Tighter!" he whimpered, so I tightened my grip around him, pulling him close.
"S'that better, baby?" I asked him gently, confused as to why he wanted me to hold him so tightly.
"Yes," he breathed. "H-Harry will not have such b-bad dreams if Harry knows L-Louis is here."
My heart gave a slight flutter at his words. It sometimes amazed me how much Harry needed me. But when I thought about it, holding the younger boy close, I of course needed him just as much. Harry's breathing eventually evened out, and I figured sleep had finally come to the 'not tired' lad. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, loosening my grip on him only in the slightest so he wouldn't wake up stiff the next morning, "I'll always be here, Kitten. Don't worry about me."
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