trepidation | h.s

part twenty four

Harry Styles

No one ever told me that dogs don't give two fucks about personal space.

It's been three days since we took Teddy in. We found out that he's a 'boxer' breed, which is supposed to be a perfect 'family dog'. We took him to the vet and got him checked up. He's in good health but that doesn't mean he's not a pain in my ass.

That same day, I went to join Lydia in bed after having a shower, but I found Teddy laying on my side of the bed with Lydia already asleep next to him.

When I tried to move his big furry body over, he didn't budge.

So, I ended up having to lay on just a sliver of bed while I couldn't even cuddle Lydia due to the dog between us.

I didn't sign up for this.

Yesterday at breakfast, we had bacon, and I love bacon..

But when Teddy started mooching at Lydia's feet under the table, she took my bacon.

And she fed it to the fucking dog.

I swear that dog has it out for me. I swear last night I saw him open his eye as he laid on my side of the bed, just to make sure I saw it.

I can't believe I'm at war with a dog.

Daisy is quite entertained by him, as well. She's never seen a dog—or any animal—up close like this before and she's thoroughly fascinated. He's a big dog, and now that Daisy's 'walking', she tries to follow him around.

Niall adores Teddy. And vice versa. He's found something of a best friend in that dog and that works for me—as long as he keeps that dog off my ass.

I've even caught Louis warming up to him a couple of times.

I don't resent the dog, because he doesn't know any better, but he is just really inconvenient.

It's approaching four in the morning now. I have stuff to do today.

And by 'stuff', I mean meeting with Zayn.

I slide out of bed, trying hard not to wake Lydia up. I told her last night that I'd probably wake up early and go to a gym to workout, just in case she woke up while I was gone.

It's hard, because no one knows Zayn and I are doing this.

The guys are aware that Zayn saved me and Louis from Samuel and Xavier the night Daisy was born, but they all were led to believe that Zayn completely retired all of this afterwards and went into hiding.

Which isn't true.

He's not apart of any gang anymore, not the Kings, nor the Phantoms.

I offered him a position back in the Kings, but he refused. He feels so much guilt and he's ashamed. His guilt is why he's helping me out right now.

But I forgive him. I really do.

I've done awful things that I fully regret, so I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Lydia, however, has no idea about Zayn and how he saved us. She still thinks he's apart of the Phantoms, and I never told her otherwise because I'm trying to keep her far away from all this. I need to figure it out on my own first. If she found out I was meeting with Zayn and didn't know the context behind it she'd freak out. I can't tell her yet.

I go to the bathroom and freshen up, brushing my teeth and getting dressed as quietly as I could.

I walk downstairs, feeling how empty my stomach was. I had to grab something to eat before I met up with him.