[ a/n; i know it's been a really long time, i've been having a rough time recently. but i'm gonna try to update stuff again. sorry for the wait. ]

"so," harry says. "i've googled it, lou. there's not a single case like yours!" he exclaims, and the tiny boy doesn't even look up from his lid full of tuna. he's busy.

harry sighs, rolling his eyes fondly. louis isn't listening, but it's okay. the point is, they were dealing with something very strange. he doesn't even know what to make of it, and he doesn't know where to go for answers. 

like, if he posted a question on a forum or something about it, they'd all act like he was insane. and honestly, it did sound nuts! how in the world did a full-grown man turn to a teeny tiny boy with cat ears?

louis decides he's done eating, and jumps off the table, into harry's lap as he sits in a kitchen chair. he yawns, before stretching out and laying down.

harry doesn't question it, it's been a regular occurrence recently. louis will finish whatever he's doing, and immediately run to find harry just so he can lay in his lap. and if he's not sitting, he will insist (whine and meow and scratch at his legs) till he does sit. it's fine though, harry thinks, because louis has started to outgrow his little bed. and he imagines it gets cold. 

harry's recently compiled a list of questions that he asks louis once a day, in case he starts remembering what happened to him. he pulls out said list, written in a tiny notebook, poking lou's tiny nose before clearing his throat. "gonna ask you some stuff, louis."

the kitten just lets out a chirp in response, stretching.

he nods, looking at the list. "who's lottie?"

"lil sis!" louis says, he's always gotten that one. ever since the list has been made, ever since they saw that news story.

"where are we right now?"

"london," louis says proudly, harry grinning at his accent like he always does.

"how old are you?" 

"26!" this one's important, he just remembered this one recently, maybe a week ago? harry remembers that the news story said he was 25. louis must have had a birthday within that time. harry wonders when it was. maybe it was christmas? that'd be handy, because then he wouldn't feel so bad about not getting him a gift. 

for christmas, he'd gotten him a ton of tiny stuff to put in his house, more furniture, more clothes, lots and lots of food, since that's all he ever wanted. he found him a tiny football set, however, and he loved it. harry wondered if he played football when he was normal.

but anyways.

"where are you from, lou?" he asks, and louis replies with, "doncaster!" like he's been doing from the start. 

"do you remember being tall?"

louis peeks open his eyes, giving harry a look. no, he does not remember. what a stupid question!

"still no? okay. who's the last person you hung out with as a tall boy, hmm?"

louis hums, musing over the question for a minute. "ummm. bebe!"

that's new. harry writes that down, eyes wide. "lou.. who's bebe?" he asks gently, prodding the topic a little more.

"louis' friend!" he grins. "pretty. nice. good at singing. go to school together!"

harry writes that down too. they're making progress today.

"where were you hanging out?" 

"louis' house! louis had sleepover with bebe..." he squints. "and luke, and oli, a-and.." he clenches his fist, like he's grasping for answers. "some.. one..." he gives harry that lost look he always does when he gets stuck on a question.

"don't get upset," harry says. "we can be done now. want to eat some ice cream with me?"

"yes!" louis scrambles to his feet, sitting on the table after harry sets him down.

the man puts away his notebook, thinking hard. the last thing he remembers is a sleepover? he can't help but wonder what went down. and this bebe girl.. oli, luke.. he needed to find them. maybe they had answers on what happened, when lou went missing, and who the someone was.