Back by popular demand, Cat!Harry or kitten!harry. Ros and I are gonna collab on this one so stay posted :D @rosketch aka @breath-for-fluff go check her out she is absolutely amazing!!
I HAVEN'T SEEN THE LARRY PROMTS OMG please some kitten!harry and human!louis? maybe kissing? or harry is shy and all and louis accidently goes in when he tries to change his clothes 😍 btw i'm obsessed with your blog
So my friend kinda asked me to write a Kitty!Harry fic for her. I wrote a small part, but I like it so far so I think I'm gonna finish it. Yay or Nay?
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From the moment Harry Styles opens his eyes, he can tell that it’s going to be one of those days. His ears are ringing, his tail is stiff and his vision blurry. In the past nineteen years of his life, the teenage superstar learned that these are classic signs of his ‘regression’. Every few months or so, he would experience a painful imbalance of his cat and human cells. He’d usually just lock himself in his room and ride out the pain. However, now he has the band and the boys to worry about.
There are only two people that knew about his little problem- his mum and Gemma. Harry’s had years to perfect the trick of hiding his ears and tail. Some of his cat-like tendencies, such as loving to be petted or his borderline-OCD, are harder to hide, but people usually just write it down as him being a clean, cuddly sort of guy.
The guys have yet to suspect anything unnatural about Harry, and the teen wants it to stay like that. He is extremely self-conscious and insecure about his cat side. Although his mum always says that his ears and tail are ‘completely unique and adorable, Hazza, and one day someone will realize that’, he really doesn't believe her. After all, she’s his mum.
And knowing how sweet and caring the boys are, they would probably come and coddle him if he calls in sick. And there’s nothing wrong with coddling, but Harry knows it’s than more likely that they’ll somehow figure out his dirty little secret if there is going to be coddling involved.
So, with that in mind, Harry makes himself get up and get ready for another busy day of recording.
Summary: His nose twitched as something soft tickled it. Sleepily, he batted that soft something away without opening his eyes…and promptly felt a dull pain before that tickly softness brushed his nose again. He cracked one eye open in a tired glare and sighed in relief. Oh. The soft something was just his tail.
He closed his eye again and curled deeper into his pillows and blankets. Right, his tail.
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His tail?!
(Or, the one where Harry turns into a kitten. Like, actually.)
Rating: K
Disclaimer: The boys don't belong to me (cry) and Harry is obviously in no danger of waking up with feline qualities and appendages (also cry).
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Harry had never considered himself superstitious. He didn’t believe in any kind of luck. He didn’t purposefully avoid cracks in the sidewalk, and he’d never broken a mirror so he figured he wouldn’t have anything to worry about even if he was superstitious.
Friday the 13th had never been a particularly ominous day as far as he was concerned, until suddenly it was.
When he woke up that morning, he could already tell that it was going to be one of those days. Everything just felt a bit…off. Little things, of course, like the fact that he’d fallen into bed the night before in all of his clothes and crashed before he could strip, and now here he was, waking up clothed. Or the fact that, when he reached over blindly, his phone wasn’t in its normal place, charging on the nightstand; he lifted his head groggily to see that he’d left it across the room atop the dresser. Then when he got out of bed to change from last night’s clothes to something more comfortable, he realized his favorite pair of sweatpants was in the wash.
Little things, yeah, but today just wasn’t his day.
So he made due; he plugged his phone into his charger beside the bed and changed into his second favorite pair of sweats before heading from his room into the kitchen. He was surprised and immediately suspicious upon seeing Louis already up and cooking something over the stove.
“Mornin’ Harold,” Louis greeted cheerily without turning to look at the younger boy.
Harry grunted in response, flopping into one of the chairs around the table and slumping forward to rest his head in his hands.
“You okay, Haz?”
Another grunt. “Yeah. Just feeling a little off. I think I slept funny.”
“I think you look funny.” Louis stuck his tongue out, a gesture mirrored immediately by Harry. “These eggs are missing something… toss me the salt, will you?”
Harry reached out for the salt-shaker, ready to pass it to the older boy, but the small glass container slipped through his clumsy fingers and crashed to the floor, shattering and expelling salt around his feet. He cursed loudly, jumping up to collect the glass shards and clean up the mess.
“Oooh,” Louis exclaimed, “that’s bad luck, that.”
Harry rolled his eyes, carefully tossing the glass pieces into the recycling. “There’s no such thing as luck, Lou. Good or bad.”
“But it’s Friday the 13th.”
Harry didn’t respond.
“And you knocked over a salt-shaker. Well, let it break into a million pieces, really. But…” The older boy continued, undeterred by his companion’s continued silence.
Harry finally stood up again after cleaning the salt from the floor. He sighed, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face and making a mental note to shave later. “I think I’m gunna go for a walk.”
Louis threw him a strange look over his shoulder as Harry turned from the room.
“It’s raining. Make sure you take an umbrella!”
Harry grinned and rolled his eyes at the motherly tone to his best friend’s voice. Then again, he figured, Louis always had been a doter where Harry was concerned. So he grabbed an umbrella from the coat closet to the side of the door and started to open it.
“Don’t open it inside!” Louis screeched from the kitchen.
He really did know Harry way too well.
The curly-haired boy chuckled, rolled his eyes, and called back, “No such thing as bad luck, Lou,” before strolling from the flat, opened umbrella thrown over his shoulder.
It wasn’t really raining when he got outside, more of a heavy drizzle. He walked aimlessly down the dreary sidewalk, taking in the varying shades of grey and brown of the streets, buildings, and sky alike. He’d only been walking for a few minutes before an inky black cat darted in front of him to sit stubbornly in his path. Harry stopped short, immediately feeling horrible for the cold, wet creature. He crouched down in front of it, his umbrella hovering safely over him, and he slowly held out his hand.
“Hi, kitty, kitty. Come here,” he cooed, wanting to get the cat out from the rain.
The creature fixed intent, green eyes on him, the pupils thin and black. It was unnerving, the way the cat was looking at him, but Harry inched closer still. Then, quick as a lightening strike, the cat’s ears flattened dangerously against its head and it bared its teeth in a loud, spitting hiss. It let out a horrible strangle of a growl and batted angrily at Harry’s outstretched hand, its tail swishing like a whip.
Harry barely had time to retract his hand back before the animal bolted off down the sidewalk.
Okay. Now he was getting a little freaked out. He stood up, glancing up and down the street to find it uncharacteristically deserted. With a sigh, he hastily made his way back to the complex, careful to close and stow the umbrella before entering the building.
“That was fast,” Louis commented absently as Harry stumbled into their flat.
“Huh?” Harry mumbled. “Oh, yeah. Uh. I’m going back to bed.”
And, ignoring his best friend’s confused look and mild protests, he did just that. The day passed quickly with Harry alternating between watching TV in bed, playing on his phone, and dozing lightly. Before long, it was nighttime. He was developing a killer headache and his lower back was beginning to throb, but he chalked it up to too much immobility, took a quick walk around the flat to stretch his limbs, and finally fell asleep for the night.
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When he awoke the next morning, things felt considerably better. No more of that something’s-slightly-off feeling. He lifted his head from the pillows he rested on, stretching his neck one way and then the other before dropping his head and curling back into himself.
His nose twitched as something soft tickled it. Sleepily, he batted that soft something away without opening his eyes…and promptly felt a dull pain before that tickly softness brushed his nose again. He cracked one eye open in a tired glare and sighed in relief. Oh. The soft something was just his tail.
He closed his eye again and curled deeper into his pillows and blankets. Right, his tail.
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His tail?!
Harry jumped up onto all fours within the span of a second, spinning around and around, his eyes widened in horror as they settled on the long tail that protruded from his body. He hissed softly—he hissed?!—and swatted at it, immediately curious when he felt another dull twinge of pain as he hit the tail.
But really, there was no need to hit it… it was quite soft and pretty. He curled the new appendage around himself and carefully stroked its chocolate-colored fur, a deep rumbling in his throat starting up at the feeling. He had a lovely, silky tail, and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d been so freaked out about because this felt nice.
Still on all fours, he used his hands to gingerly knead his pillows and blankets into a cozy nest before lowering himself into the center of the warm bed. Arching his back so as to better curl in on himself, he wrapped his tail around his body once more, petting the smooth fur until he drifted back to sleep.
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“Harry, wake up already, you’ve been asleep for—”
A shrill scream had Harry instantly up, his eyes wide as he pressed himself to the headboard of the bed. Now that he was fully awake and aware, his senses were bombarded with smells and sounds that interested him. But, despite his twitching nose and perked ears, he focused on the creator of the noise that had awoken him.
There was a thin boy in his doorway, brown hair that looked soft enough to nuzzle falling in his horror-stricken face.
“H-Harry?”
His tail swished at the sound. That voice, that scent—
Louis.
The low rumbling in his throat began again without Harry’s permission, and he stepped tentatively across the bed until he was at the very edge, his nose up in the air to catch more of Louis’ scent.
The boy still hadn’t moved from the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping.
“You…Harry…your eyes, and—and is that a—? And your…your ears—”
Harry sat back gently on the bed, curious as to why the male hadn’t come closer to him. He cocked his head.
“Mrow?” He said innocently, wondering if Louis was an Alpha male and hoping he hadn’t offended him in some way. Maybe that’s why Louis hadn’t come near him?
The boy’s eyes widened further in awe, his face maybe just a bit too white, but he took a step into the room and Harry’s tail swished happily. He kept his wide eyes trained on the other—the Alpha male?—as Louis hesitantly approached the bed. By the time the boy reached him, Harry couldn’t keep the smile off his face, licking his dry tongue over his sharp front teeth. He hadn’t offended the dominant male, after all!
“Your eyes, Harry,” Louis said quietly, full of curiosity. “And your ears. What—”
Slowly, as if gauging the cat-boy’s reaction, he reached out a hand to feel the pointed ears poking out of the top of the curly hair. They were the same silky, chocolate brown as his hair and tail, and Louis’ fingers were on them—rubbing behind them—trying to see how they attached to his head, and ohh, this felt nice.
Harry’s eyes slipped closed and the rumbling in his throat intensified.
“You’re purring,” Louis whispered, a confusing mix of shock and awe, “how cool is that.”
The cat-boy only leaned further into Louis’ touch, very much enjoying the petting. He was so caught up in the heavenly feel that he didn’t notice the dominant male’s voice softly filling the room as he spoke into his phone.
“Liam? Grab the boys and get over here right now.”
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“This isn’t biologically possible,” Liam exclaimed for the hundredth time. Harry didn’t care; he could repeat himself as much as he wanted as long as he didn’t ever stop scratching behind Harry’s ear like that.
The cat-boy’s ears had perked up the second he heard the distant slam of the front door to the flat. As soon as the other three boys entered the room, he’d recognized their scents as well: a strong, virile smell that accompanied Liam, Zayn’s nose-twitching scent of cigarettes and graphite, and a sweet, musky smell laced with—barbecued chicken?—that was all Niall.
Harry’s tail had twitched happily against the bed when they came in. “Mrow!” He’d exclaimed in greeting, and it had taken all of Louis’ energy to convince them not to run screaming (which made Harry’s ears droop, because why was everyone looking at him in such horror? He’d thought his tail was pretty and soft, and he’d tried to greet them as politely as possible…).
But now they all surrounded him on his warm, cozy nest of a bed, gently petting his tail and rubbing his ears and talking quietly to each other, and Harry was feeling quite loved at the moment.
Then Niall leaned over him to stroke his tail, and the string of his sweatshirt hung in Harry’s face and that was suddenly the most tantalizing thing in the world. He let out a playful mrow and swatted at the string, rolling onto his back so as to swipe both hands at it. Niall let out a startled yelp and leapt back, all four boys staring at Harry for a pause before the blond was laughing loudly.
Which Harry thought was quite rude. And a little heartbreaking, because Niall was laughing at him.
He rolled carefully onto his side, his ears drooping and his tail stilling.
“Hey, hey, I’m not laughing at you, Haz,” Niall panted when he was able to compose himself, and Harry brightened a little at the nickname. “It’s just…oh damn, that was cute.”
Harry grinned, showing off his nice, white, sharp teeth, and nudged his head against the blond boy’s hand. Niall immediately pushed his fingers through Harry’s curls, rubbing them over the pointed ears and enjoying the content purr emanating from the cat-boy.
“It’s just…his eyes, ya know?” Zayn murmured to no one in particular, cupping his hand gently under Harry’s chin and raising it so he could peer into said eyes.
“Mrow?” Harry asked curiously. My eyes?
“He hasn’t seen them,” Louis muttered in realization. “He hasn’t even seen himself yet.” And with that, he skittered from the room. The cat-boy visibly deflated when Louis left, letting out a pathetic mew until his dominant male returned a moment later, a small mirror in hand.
“Here, Haz,” he said, holding the mirror up to Harry’s face.
Really, he didn’t look that much different. His eyes though…they were wide and a much brighter green, the pupils narrowed and slit up and down. He tilted his head down a little to see the triangle-shaped ears sticking up through the same mess of curls atop his head. Harry blinked, noticing a few out-of-place strands of deep brown fur on his ears; he ran his sandpapery tongue across the back of his hand and brought it up to smooth his fur back into place, much to the silent amusement of his friends.
Other than his eyes, ears, sharp teeth, and tail, though, Harry looked exactly the same.
“Well?” Louis asked excitedly. “Can we keep him?”
The other three grinned as Louis grabbed Harry’s laptop from the nightstand and flipped it open to do a little research on cats.
“How do we know how much of a cat he is?” Niall wondered, stroking absently at Harry’s tail. “Like, do we feed him catnip?”
Zayn laughed, but Liam looked deep in thought.
“It would help if he could talk to us,” he muttered, and Harry cocked his head. That comment, somehow, hurt his feelings. “Harry,” Liam continued, leaning close. “Can you understand us? Nod if you can.”
Harry’s eyes closed briefly as he concentrated. Then, with a swish of his tail, he nodded.
The four boys smiled in relief.
“Good,” Louis praised from behind the computer screen, and Harry’s heart swelled a little. “Do you know where we are?”
Harry nodded again and purred softly.
“Do you know what happened? Why you’re like this?”
The tone of Louis’ voice became serious and Harry’s ears wilted a little as he stared back at his dominant. No, he didn’t know what happened. After everything being off kilter yesterday, he went to bed with a headache and pain in his lower back, and then he just woke up like this.
The boys took his lack of a nod as an answer.
“Alright, well,” Louis began after the short silence, “I say we keep him.”
And then. Niall had the nerve to slap Louis’ shoulder playfully, but all Harry saw was the blond hitting his Alpha, and his ears were flat against his head in an instant. His vibrant green eyes narrowed and his tail flicked dangerously behind him, and he quickly struck out at the assaulting blond.
“Ow! He scratched me!” Niall whined, cradling his arm with a pout.
Louis, Liam, and Zayn were all staring at Harry, their eyes wide and questioning, before Louis’ gaze dropped back to the computer screen. “Hold on, it says here that ‘cats, male or female, tend to seek the approval of a master or an Alpha, and push for petting and general cuddling from a dominant source. Cats may rely on, submit to, and defend whatever source they sense dominance from, and share a specific bond with their Alpha.’”
It was silent for a moment as the four boys processed the information.
“So…you’re his Alpha?” Zayn finally broke the silence.
Harry’s tail flicked happily. “Mrow,” he spoke up.
Louis grinned. “Cool,” he said, and reached over to run his fingers through Harry’s curls and up his ears. Harry’s purring increased in volume, practically vibrating his whole chest with contentment.
After some more internet searching, the boys all piled onto the bed alongside Harry, who curled up against Louis’ side immediately and closed his eyes in satisfaction. The older boy chuckled lightly and continued to run his fingers through Harry’s hair as the cat-boy drifted off to sleep.
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When he woke up again, it was just beginning to get dark outside. His four boys were still lying with him, though they were all awake and chatting softly. Harry’s tail twitched and he began purring again upon realizing that his Alpha’s fingers were still tangled in his hair.
Harry lazily got up onto all fours, leaning across Liam’s legs and arching his back in a gratifying stretch. He then plopped back down into his original spot against Louis, yawning as he looked around at his boys.
“Hello, kitten,” Louis greeted, and Harry nudged his head against the boy’s hand.
“Hi,” he muttered, frustrated when Louis’ hand stilled against his ears. “Why’d you—oh. I can talk!”
The boys smiled back at him, relief on their faces.
“You had us scared, Haz,” Zayn said softly, afraid to talk too loudly in the quiet room. Harry purred at the fond nickname.
“I think it was probably all so new to you,” Liam explained reasonably, reaching over to pet Harry’s soft, shiny tail, “that you couldn’t focus on talking. How d’you feel?”
Harry pondered for a moment while he licked the back of his hand and dragged it over his ears to smooth them again. “Alright. I feel fine, actually. I can hear and smell so much more,” he told them with a small smile.
“Yeah? Like what?” Niall questioned in interest, and Harry’s nose twitched, fixing his wide, vibrant eyes on the Irish boy.
“Like you had pizza while I was asleep. I can smell it in the kitchen.”
“That was a few hours ago, kitten,” Louis told him, his voice awed. “That is so cool!”
Harry’s tail waved back and forth with satisfaction from the praise. His Alpha took one of Harry’s ears between his fingers and stroked it, making Harry unconsciously lean closer in affection.
“I like you all cuddly like this,” Louis teased, and the other three voiced their agreement.
There was a long pause while eight hands found their way to Harry’s furred ears and tail, and he closed his eyes, pleased and feeling incredibly loved.
“So what do we do now?” Harry asked quietly.
Four pairs of eyes looked at him in concern, and Liam sighed resolutely. “Well, now we buy you lots and lots of beanies to cover your ears, and loose pants to hide that tail. And then we figure out how to tell Simon.”
Harry hissed softly, making the other boys laugh. Then those eight hands were back to petting him and loving him, and Harry sincerely thought he hadn’t felt this content in quite some time.
