Harry's P.O.V

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

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"Now?"

"Louis, are you always this impatient?" I chuckle at the cat who settled on being perched on my shoulder, his tail faintly tickling my neck. "Nah...only when I'm in cat form, it's a feline thing, ya know?"

"I know." I reply shortly. I could already see the few people buzzing around the small farmer's market in the village.

"Oh gosh.." Louis says under his breath. I curiously turn my head to look at him. "What's wrong, Lou?"

God...we've only known each other for like, a couple of hours, and we're already on nicknames? Man, we're fast.

Sooner or later, you'll be screaming his name.

...excuse me, subconscious? Who let you speak up?

Obviously you, ya dingdong.

I didn't allow it.

Too bad, that's what you think anyway.

Stop!

You stop!

No, yo-!

"Harry, STOP!"

Louis shrieked and I halted to a stop just as a gang of centaurs come galloping past us. The blonde one with dimples laughing loudly, chasing after the other blonde with his raven and red haired pals.

I sigh in relief, glad me and Louis didn't end up getting trampled by those punk looking half human and half horse beings.

"Pay attention to where you're going, silly." I blushed a crimson red, turning my head the other way so Louis wouldn't see. "I will, sorry."

"It's alright, curly." God..that nickname makes my stomach churn. Help me.."good thing I came along with you, otherwise you would've fallen off a cliff by now." He laughed and I joined in with him.

"I guess you're like my personal compass then." I say, then turn to Louis. Green met Blue and I couldn't help but sigh at how beautiful his ocean blue orbs are.

"Yeah..and I guess that makes you my ship." We were silent after that. Not knowing what else to say. Did we really just say we were made for each other? Cause like...I'm honestly very attracted to this hot shape shifter on my shoulder. Sshhh...don't tell him though.

As we both looked around for food, Louis kept bugging the stand owners with his complaints about their products.

"You call that milk? I've tasted better cow titty juice than that!"

"Blah! That salmon isn't even cooked properly, and yet you try to fucking sell it?!"

"What do you mean 'self service'? That's your job! That's your fooking job you fooking losah!"

I feel so embarrassed apologizing for Louis' yammering, getting weird looks from other mythical creatures cause 'why the fuck is a cat nagging about food?'. Yet, I'm amused by how Louis can be very...honest with them. If I didn't know him better, I'd think he was a judge of some sort from a TV show. He has the quality of one, I admit.

I hastily pick up the sassy cat from the veggie stand we were currently at, placing him inside the basket I put all the food we've collected in. Believe me, we have bought a ton of food, enough to last me, my girls and quite frankly, Louis, too, for a whole month. And if you're thinking, 'how can all that food fit in one single basket?' Then remember, we're in Fantasy World, magic exists. So if you're asking, 'does Niall have one of those?' Well of course. Three, actually.

"Harry, what are you doing?!-put me down!" Louis whined. I successfully placed him inside the basket, letting him poke his furry head out from under the blanket-like covering. His cute nose scrunched up in discomfort, and I found it adorable.

(Now just pretend there's a grumpy cat Louis inside. (^▽^) )

"Now, you be a good kitty and stop sassing these kind people." He grumbled incoherent words under his breath but behaved for the rest of the 'food hunting', as he liked to call it.

We were just about to leave when I hear a small gasp escape Louis' mouth. I wanted to ask what was wrong but he completely hid inside the basket.

"Excuse me." A voice says. I look up to see a guy in his late 40's. His hair had gray and white streaks up to his beard and he seemed to have a very dark aura. Who is he?

"Uhm...can I help you?" I awkwardly ask, taking a step back, cause you never know what this stranger could do.

"Why, yes. Tell me, boy. Have you perhaps, seen a shape shifter around these parts?" Then it clicked. He's the evil warlock Louis was talking about!

"A...sh-shape shifter?" I squeaked out. He seemed to notice my uneasiness, and took a step forward towards me.

"Well, have you, lad?"

I can't let him take Louis away, who knows the awful things he'd do to him!

"N-no..."

"Then why are you so nervous, hmm?" Shizzles, I'm screwed.

Think, Harry, think!

Say something!

Ugh!! Oh! Got it!

"Because...aren't shape shifters dangerous? I'm honestly very terrified of them." I think my lie was believable cause he seemed to be buying it. So I kept going. "And when you said there was a shape shifter on the loose, I couldn't help but be alarmed." He nodded.

"Yes, they are very dangerous, indeed. I advice you to stay away from them if you ever come across those filthy creatures." I nodded and he left without another word.

I smiled to myself, doing a little happy dance in my head cause YES, I'M SUCH A GOOD LIAR! NIALL WILL BE SO PROUD OF ME!

"Psst! Harry!" Louis hissed. He had his head poked out of the basket again, glancing left and right then looked back up to me. "Can we go now?"

"Uh, sure. Want me to get you out-?"

"No! I mean, no thanks. It's alright. Can we please just leave?" He anxiously begged. My eyes showed worry for the shape shifter, seeing him so wary and vulnerable makes me feel like I should protect him at all costs.

"Okay." I shortly reply to him, then start walking back to my cottage.

Louis' P.O.V

Shit. He nearly found me. I could have been dead meat if it wasn't for Harry. God, I owe him big time. I'm just an enslaved shape shifter who unexpectedly ended up at his doorstep. He took me in, patched my injured leg up, and even fed me. And now, he's saved me from getting tortured by that bitch of a warlock, Simon.

"Hey, Lou." Harry says, walking back into the living. I assume he's done putting away all the food we've-I mean- he's bought. I volunteered to help him, but he said I couldn't because of my leg. He's so nice and kind and...I think I'm actually developing a liking for this curly haired witch man.

"So..." He trailed off, sitting next to me on the couch, my injured leg propped on top of his coffee table. I had turned back into half cat-half human form, still not able to turn full human yet. I have no idea why. But it's nice letting my cat ears and tail out. Makes me feel, unique, in a way.

"Louis?"

"Yeah?" I turned to him. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand, fiddling it between his fingers. I snatched it from his hands, startling him, and read what it said.

If you see or even come across a shape shifter, contact me. They are very dangerous and must be captured at once.~Modest! ***-***-***

Is he serious?!

I glared at the piece of paper, if looks could kill, this would've been burned into ashes by now.

"Y-you're not really dangerous, right?" My gaze went to meet Harry's, and my eyes soften immediately. He looked scared, and I didn't like him fearing me.

"No, I'm not." I took his larger hand in mine, squeezing it reassuringly, and he calmed down. "Please don't believe him. He makes up all of the horrid rumours about me. All of which are far from the truth."

He smiled weakly at me, but then frowned. "Is that why you don't have any friends?" I sighed, but nodded. Ever since Simon had enslaved me, I lost all of my friends. Them actually believing the lies he's told. "I do have one friend who stuck by my side."

"Oh! Is it that Zayn guy you mentioned before?" I chuckled. He was actually paying attention to me.

"Yes. He uhm..works with Simon-"

"What?!"

"Don't worry! He's not evil." I assured him. "He's a pretty cool guy, if I'm being honest."

"...are you?"

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Harry smiled widely at me, his dimples showing. "So I'm guessing that's a yes?"

"Yep." I said, then poked one of his dimples. He gasped at my sudden move, but playfully glared at me and said. "Are you ticklish?"

The smile on my face dropped, already knowing what he's about to do.

"Uh..no?"

And that's how I ended up getting tickled by a curly haired witch boy with dimples. He was right on top of me, tickling me to death as I laughed breathlessly.

"HahahahaHarry! Sto-ahahaha-stop!" I was too caught up laughing to push him off of me. But thankfully, he stopped after I had tears in my eyes from cracking up so hard.

We stared into each other's eyes again, nothing but my heavy breathing was heard. I then smiled up at him, then closed my eyes, leaning forward. I'm guessing he did the same when I felt his warm breath near my lips.

Before our lips could touch, I opened my eyes and licked the tip of Harry's nose. His eyes widened in surprise, a blush starting to form on his normally rosy pink cheeks.

I smirked before he unexpectedly kissed my nose. Now it was my turn to blush. He had a goofy smile on his cute face, and I chuckled.

"Touché."

A/N

Guys, what do you prefer on how I'll tell the story, Narrative or the character's P.O.V's? Please PLEASE comment. I need to know what you all want, otherwise I might make a mistake and you all won't like it.

I'm afraid y'all will hate this book. As your author, and mother of this book, I want my child to grow up to have a beautiful image in the 1D famdom. I don't care if my child is straight or gay or whatever!(lol, my children are all gay, I love them so much, I'm a proud mom. (^～^) haha.XD

Also! Which ship do you prefer, Niam or Ziam? (^～^)

So yeah. That's it. See ya in the next chap my Flurries! xx