a voice as soft as wild honey, a skin softer than down [5/?]
pairing: louis/harry, harry/zayn, louis/harry/zayn, liam/zayn, liam/danielle - if you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen
rating: eventually nc-17
summary: originally written for a prompt on the kink meme - All these kitten posts are making my heart ache. But I can't seem to find one of Zayn? harry & louis adopt zayn, a cat hybrid. hijinks and drama ensue. also liam is a kitten.
a/n: woww sorry guys! school has been absolute murder. my college application is all polished up and sent away so please wish me luck!! hopefully (?!) updates should be coming a little more regularly. comments are always good motivators (;
Louis’ eyes flicker open three minutes before his alarm is set to go off, and he extracts his arm from where it’s jammed between Zayn and Harry to shut it off.
Zayn’s face is peaceful, like it was when he fell asleep on the couch the night before. His slight chest rises and falls steadily, and Louis thinks he must be dreaming, because his ears flick every so often and his tail, which has wound its way out of his pajama pants, twitches slowly. He’s nestled into the crook of Harry’s neck. Harry’s face looks a little troubled, but it always does that, always scrunches and furrows a bit when he’s asleep, as though he’s taking his rest very seriously.
Louis leans forward to squeeze Harry’s shoulder, and his eyes open immediately. While he’s generally a heavy sleeper, if he’s nervous about something then he’ll wake up at the drop of a pin.
“I have to go,” he whispers. “Will you be all right?”
Harry looks at him sleepily, then nods once.
“I’ll leave my phone on,” Louis tells him, and shuts the door as he leaves for the shower.
Harry doesn't fall asleep again after that, just lays lazily and watches Louis get dressed for work, smiling when Louis drops a kiss on his forehead and leaves, hears the purr of his car past the window fade away.
He slips out of bed a few minutes later, thinking he'll wake Zayn, but he sleeps on. He curls into himself unconsciously a little in Harry's absence, making a little noise but staying fast asleep. Harry sighs. He thinks of how hungry Zayn must be after losing his first decent meal.
Harry swings open the cupboard doors and searches the refrigerator, hoping something will jump out as a good thing to feed Zayn. He decides on some chicken noodle soup. That’s what people ate when they were sick. Well, Louis made that for him when he was sick. Plus it comes out of a can, so he won’t be able to mess it up.
Zayn wanders into the kitchen following his nose again, rubbing his eyes, giving Harry a small smile, and accepting the bowl Harry was going to bring him in bed. Harry watches as he slurps the soup directly from the bowl, deciding that spoons would be a lesson for another day.
“Don’t eat too fast, all right? We can’t have you throwing up, again.”
“Kay,” Zayn says, poking at a chicken piece and scooping it into his mouth.
Harry’s phone buzzes, and he glances at it. A text. From Louis.
everythng alright babe?xx i can come home
Harry laughs quietly, texts back a thanks but everythings fine love you xx and pockets his phone. Zayn looks at him questioningly.
“Just Louis, thinking the house has burned down or something,” Harry tells him, grinning.
Zayn swallows. “I’m - I’m really sorry about last night,” he mumbles, ears drooping. “Sometimes these things come over me.””
Harry smiles warmly. “Don’t worry. We don’t mind.” He doesn’t ask more about what Zayn had said the night before, though he’s desperate to know what had set him off like that.
“What do you want me to do?” Zayn asks seriously.
Harry pauses. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what work do you want me to do? I - that’s what I’m trained in, is housework.”
Harry laughs. “Don’t worry about that. We have a cleaning lady, once a week. We aren’t so messy that we need a second.”
Zayn nods, but his insides go cold. So he was here for that kind of purpose instead. Zayn hadn’t been considered beautiful enough as a child to be raised for a sexual purpose, but he’d grown into himself well - at least, that’s what his history of owners would seem to reveal.
Harry comes around the table to sit next to Zayn, setting his own cup of tea next to him. “Why don’t you tell me something about yourself? I don’t even know your last name.”
“I don’t know it. I suppose I don’t have one.”
“Oh,” says Harry, frowning.
“I’m sorry.”
“It isn’t your fault. It makes me cross that you haven’t been treated like a human.”
Zayn looks down uncomfortably. “I’m not, though.” His voice is soft.
“You can’t believe that,” Harry says fiercely, “no matter how much you’ve been told it.You’re quite human.”
Zayn gives Harry a small smile, but doesn’t look like he really believes it.
Harry sighs. “Want to watch a movie? The dishes can wait.”
rating: eventually nc-17
summary: originally written for a prompt on the kink meme - All these kitten posts are making my heart ache. But I can't seem to find one of Zayn? harry & louis adopt zayn, a cat hybrid. hijinks and drama ensue. also liam is a kitten.
a/n: woww sorry guys! school has been absolute murder. my college application is all polished up and sent away so please wish me luck!! hopefully (?!) updates should be coming a little more regularly. comments are always good motivators (;
Louis’ eyes flicker open three minutes before his alarm is set to go off, and he extracts his arm from where it’s jammed between Zayn and Harry to shut it off.
Zayn’s face is peaceful, like it was when he fell asleep on the couch the night before. His slight chest rises and falls steadily, and Louis thinks he must be dreaming, because his ears flick every so often and his tail, which has wound its way out of his pajama pants, twitches slowly. He’s nestled into the crook of Harry’s neck. Harry’s face looks a little troubled, but it always does that, always scrunches and furrows a bit when he’s asleep, as though he’s taking his rest very seriously.
Louis leans forward to squeeze Harry’s shoulder, and his eyes open immediately. While he’s generally a heavy sleeper, if he’s nervous about something then he’ll wake up at the drop of a pin.
“I have to go,” he whispers. “Will you be all right?”
Harry looks at him sleepily, then nods once.
“I’ll leave my phone on,” Louis tells him, and shuts the door as he leaves for the shower.
Harry doesn't fall asleep again after that, just lays lazily and watches Louis get dressed for work, smiling when Louis drops a kiss on his forehead and leaves, hears the purr of his car past the window fade away.
He slips out of bed a few minutes later, thinking he'll wake Zayn, but he sleeps on. He curls into himself unconsciously a little in Harry's absence, making a little noise but staying fast asleep. Harry sighs. He thinks of how hungry Zayn must be after losing his first decent meal.
Harry swings open the cupboard doors and searches the refrigerator, hoping something will jump out as a good thing to feed Zayn. He decides on some chicken noodle soup. That’s what people ate when they were sick. Well, Louis made that for him when he was sick. Plus it comes out of a can, so he won’t be able to mess it up.
Zayn wanders into the kitchen following his nose again, rubbing his eyes, giving Harry a small smile, and accepting the bowl Harry was going to bring him in bed. Harry watches as he slurps the soup directly from the bowl, deciding that spoons would be a lesson for another day.
“Don’t eat too fast, all right? We can’t have you throwing up, again.”
“Kay,” Zayn says, poking at a chicken piece and scooping it into his mouth.
Harry’s phone buzzes, and he glances at it. A text. From Louis.
everythng alright babe?xx i can come home
Harry laughs quietly, texts back a thanks but everythings fine love you xx and pockets his phone. Zayn looks at him questioningly.
“Just Louis, thinking the house has burned down or something,” Harry tells him, grinning.
Zayn swallows. “I’m - I’m really sorry about last night,” he mumbles, ears drooping. “Sometimes these things come over me.””
Harry smiles warmly. “Don’t worry. We don’t mind.” He doesn’t ask more about what Zayn had said the night before, though he’s desperate to know what had set him off like that.
“What do you want me to do?” Zayn asks seriously.
Harry pauses. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what work do you want me to do? I - that’s what I’m trained in, is housework.”
Harry laughs. “Don’t worry about that. We have a cleaning lady, once a week. We aren’t so messy that we need a second.”
Zayn nods, but his insides go cold. So he was here for that kind of purpose instead. Zayn hadn’t been considered beautiful enough as a child to be raised for a sexual purpose, but he’d grown into himself well - at least, that’s what his history of owners would seem to reveal.
Harry comes around the table to sit next to Zayn, setting his own cup of tea next to him. “Why don’t you tell me something about yourself? I don’t even know your last name.”
“I don’t know it. I suppose I don’t have one.”
“Oh,” says Harry, frowning.
“I’m sorry.”
“It isn’t your fault. It makes me cross that you haven’t been treated like a human.”
Zayn looks down uncomfortably. “I’m not, though.” His voice is soft.
“You can’t believe that,” Harry says fiercely, “no matter how much you’ve been told it.You’re quite human.”
Zayn gives Harry a small smile, but doesn’t look like he really believes it.
Harry sighs. “Want to watch a movie? The dishes can wait.”