Louis stayed in his bed. He lay on his belly, flipping the pages of a book that he had taken from the library. The black kitten walked onto the book and sat down. Slightly annoyed, Louis tried to move the cat away. The kitten refused to budge. She meowed loudly and pawed at Louis' face, demanding for his attention.

"Are you bored?" Louis asked. The cat cried insistently. "What's the matter?" Louis asked again.

"Are you hungry? Is that what it is?" Louis questioned. Louis hopped off the bed and closed his book, setting it down on the bedside table. He exited the room and returned with an empty bowl in one hand and a piece of fish in the other. Louis placed the bowl on the floor and placed the piece of fish into the bowl. Louis gently kicked the bowl in front of the cat.

The kitten approached the dish and sniffed it. Louis got back into bed and continued reading his book again. Shortly after, he was disrupted by a sharp meow. The kitten sat on the window sill, staring at Louis. When she caught Louis' attention, she turned to Louis and meowed again, calling him over. Louis groaned at the fact that he had to get up from his position on the bed.

As Louis neared the window, he heard a voice calling for him softly. Louis looked out and squinted. "Lou, down here!" A voice whisper-shouted. Louis glanced downwards, recognising the pretty face that greeted him with a smile.

"May I come up?" Harry asked, still on the ground. Louis nodded. Harry began to scale the building, looking around to make sure that the palace guards had not spotted him. Harry made it up to the window sill. He entered Louis' room. Harry held Louis by the waist.

"That was cool and all but you do realise that I could have snuck you in through the front door, right?" Louis pointed out.

"Well, you could have said so earlier!" Harry huffed. Louis tiptoed and kissed Harry playfully on the cheek.

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Louis teased.

"Aren't you grounded, like confined to your room?" Harry asked.

"I'm grounded, like confined to the castle. How did you know I was grounded?"

"The word gets around. King Niall offered a thousand shillings to anyone who spotted and reported you outside in the next three days."

Harry felt something furry at his ankles. The kitten curled up at his feet and rested on his shoe. "Hey there, buddy, how did you get here?" Harry cooed.

"I went to your place last night." Louis said. "You were not there. Where were you?"

"I don't know. Someone entered the shop in the middle of the night so I went out of my room to check it out. I think I blacked out. Next thing I knew, I was back in bed. It was weird." Harry recounted.

"The demon was in the bakery last night." Louis stated. Harry stared at Louis. Louis continued, "I think Modeste released it there to get rid of you, but it's alright now, I think. She got fired so I don't think she will be bothering us anymore."

Harry had nothing to comment on the matter.

"Modeste told me to stay away from you. Do you know why she said that?" Louis asked.

"Um-," Harry stuttered. "It might be because we-" Harry mumbled some other words but Louis could not decipher them. "What was that last bit?" Louis requested for Harry to say it again. Harry repeated but the last few words were still muffled. "Haz, do speak up." Louis ordered.

"We fucking dated, okay?" Harry cussed. Louis gasped in horror. Harry started to tear up. He sat down on the floor and cried. Babbles began to leave Harry's mouth. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. I can't control myself. I don't even like her anymore. Sorry, this is so stupid."

Harry's ramblings seemed to agitate himself even more. His sobbing became violent. Louis kissed Harry gently on the lips. Harry looked at Louis, expecting Louis to say something in attempt to comfort Harry but Louis did not speak. Louis slid his arms under Harry's body and picked him up, bridal-style. Louis put Harry down on the bed and tucked him under the covers. Louis cuddled Harry. No words were spoken but Harry could tell Louis was worried from the expression he wore.

"I'm fine." Harry asserted.

"No, don't lie to me." Louis said, wiping the tears off of Harry's cheeks.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be alright. I don't like seeing you troubled. It makes me all sad and frowny."

"Well, seeing you troubled makes me all sad and frowny too!" Louis shot back.

Then, an idea hatched in Louis' head. Harry noticed that Louis had thought of something. "Don't do it." Harry warned.

Louis beamed widely. Harry could not resist but smile as well.

"Lou, stop that." Harry asked with his badly hidden grin. Harry scrunched his nose in attempt to cover up his fond for Louis but it was not a good attempt.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Louis denied. He still had his cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"I hate you! Why does your stupid smile make me so happy?" Harry huffed.

"That's because you love me." Louis chirped.

"Are you mad at me?" Harry asked.

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because I dated Modeste."

"Of course I'm fucking mad! You couldn't have told me this before. A simple 'Hey I used to go out with your dad's goddamn advisor' would have been useful, don't you think?" Louis cussed. Harry looked fear-stricken. His lower lip trembled. He looked like he was about to cry again.

"Oh my god, Harold! Learn to take some sarcasm, won't you?" Louis chuckled, shoving Harry lightly. Harry joined in the laugh but his sounded a bit more forced.

"You really are not mad?" Harry wanted to confirm his doubts.

"Yes, I'm not mad." Louis reassured.

Harry felt tired from crying and dozed off in Louis' bed. Louis lay next to Harry on the mattress, admiring him in his sleep. Louis entangled his fingers in Harry's hair, twirling his curls around playfully. Harry, who was half-awoken, simpered at the gesture.

The cat meowed loudly, demanding a spot on the bed. Louis picked her up and put her in between Harry and himself. "Are you going to give her a name?" Louis asked Harry.

"What about Larry?" Harry suggested.

"It's a female cat," Louis reminded. "Also, why Larry?"

"Well, your name is Louis; my name is Harry. Combined, they are Larry." Harry explained.

"That's so corny!" Louis screeched. "Don't name her Larry!"

The cat began to move around the bed, in search of a comfortable position to sit down. She moved past Louis' foot. Being ticklish, Louis' body jerked instantly when Larry's fur brushed against his sole. He jolted up so hard that he fell from the bed. Louis reached to grab to mattress to break his fall but grasped Harry instead. Harry was dragged off the bed and landed on top of Louis.

As the boys moaned in pain, the room door opened. "Your highness, I have brought- Oh, Harry is here!" The tailor said upon entering. "Should I leave you two alone?"

"It's not what it looks like!" Louis yelled. With him lying beneath Harry, it seemed to appear as if they were doing the nasty. Red colour rushed to Louis' cheek. Louis tried to get up but was trapped under the weight of Harry's body.

"I'll just leave your suit in the closet." The tailor announced. The tailor's shoe clicked against the floor as he walked to the wardrobe. He hung the suit up, amongst the rest of Louis' fancy outfits.

"At least your sexuality isn't in there!" Harry teased.

"Shut up!" Louis cried.

The tailor left the room.

Harry was still lying on top of Louis. Their faces were centimetres apart. Harry pressed his forehead against Louis'. They gazed into each other's eyes. One looking at an endless sea of green, the other at a vast sky of blue. Harry leaned closer to Louis. He tucked a tuft of short hair behind Louis' ear. Louis gulped. 

Harry whispered into his ear in an alluring voice, "I'm naming the cat Larry."

"Fuck you!" Louis cussed. Harry rolled onto his back, clutching his stomach in a fit of giggles. Louis propped himself up and leaned against the bed. He crossed his arms.

"You want to kiss me, don't you?" Harry smirked.

"No! Who'd want to kiss you?" Louis asked rhetorically.

Harry raised an eyebrow. His grin was still present on his face. He sat upright and Larry crawled onto his lap. Harry kissed Larry on her head, between her little ears. Harry glimpsed at Louis to see if he was watching. "You sure you don't want a kiss too?" Harry asked. He saw jealousy boil within Louis as he pressed little kisses to his kitten's cheek. Larry purred softly. Louis understood that Larry was just a cat but Louis would rather Harry kissed him than her.

Louis rolled his eyes and said, "Jokes on you then. When she grows up, she becomes a queen but I get to be THE king." (A/N: A queen is an adult female cat that is not spayed.)

"Yeah but she'd have me and you'd only have your throne. Choose wisely, Tomlinson." Harry poked fun at Louis.

"I'd rather be alone." Louis stuck his tongue out.

"Fine, I'm leaving then," Harry declared. "And I'm taking Larry with me."

"No," Louis stopped Harry from going away by pulling him into a hug.

"I thought you would rather be alone?"

"Well, maybe I lied! People do that sometimes." Louis squeezed Harry tightly in his arms. "So, how about that kiss?"

"Kiss, where?" Harry asked suggestively. His gaze trailed down to Louis' crotch. Louis blushed instantly when he noticed Harry smirking, with eyes on Louis' privates.

"Harry! Larry is in the room. Don't taint her ears with your filthy language." Louis reminded, moving onto the bed.

"Larry doesn't understand my language. Isn't that right, Larry?" Harry asked. When he got no answer, he said, "See, I told you." Louis rolled his eyes at Harry being such a dork. Harry locked the bedroom door and joined Louis on the bed.
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I am removing the smut from this book because it is disrespectful. I regret even writing it and am awfully sorry. (12 July 2020)

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I know usually I don't post at this hour but I really don't want to wake up early to post tomorrow morning so you get two chapters today and none tomorrow.

Do you think Harry meant it when he said he didn't like Modeste anymore?

Do you think Modeste likes Harry or not?