That Stupid Cat {Larry S.}

❸You are Worthy

Published 2/22/2015, 2:30PM

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Harry arrived back home from the store. He only went out because he was bored out of his mind and didn't know where else to go. When he was reaching the house he saw that cat scratching at the front door.

"Oh, so you're already trying to move in? Shouldn't you at least take me out first? Buy me somethi-prove to me that you are at least worthy of even being in my presence!" And Harry, being Harry, could have sworn that he saw the cat roll it's eyes at him while he sat patiently aside the door.

"This isn't even-I'm not letting you inside my house you-ohmygodfine" Harry mumbled aloud. And if he wasn't so focused on the cat, he may have reacted faster to the(and very high pitched) 'yelp' coming from his right side. By the time he looked up, he saw nothing but his neighbors house with the door wide open.

He would have gone over to see if everything was alright but that damn cat was very insistent on having Harry open the door. So, he unlocked it.

He opened it.

And the cat raced right in before Harry could make another move, much to his dislike.

"What is your problem today?" Harry asked outloud(mostly to himself since the cat had dissapeared from sight) And he just let out a long sigh, rolling his eyes.

Harry quickly found the cat after placing his ice cream that he had bought from the store onto the counter.

It was sitting in front of the back door, paw nudging against the glass and every once in a while would glance up at Harry.

With a huff, He slid open the back door and the cat walked out slowly, then sat down on the patio, which was made of cement and stared at Harry. Yup, he just sat there staring at Harry. Absolutely nothing.

"What do you want?!" Harry yelled out in frustration because really? This cat is annoying and why is he jus-

"A little help would be nice! Unless you want to lose your home, dipshit!" And that totally didn't make Harry jump three feet into the air and screech like a startled baby. He walked outside carefully and looked over to the left side of his house and saw something he never though he'd see.

A guy, and a very attractive one Harry thought, was helplessly trying to put a fire out with bowls of water Oh my god there was a fire. And Harry just froze? Okay calm down and help the poor guy. All he has is bowls.

Harry ran as fast as his long legs could carry him to the front where his hose was and he hastily twisted the knob on and ran back around to the side of his house where the fire was still ablaze on the side.

"Watch out!" Was all Harry screamed out before spraying the water towards the fire, but apparently he didn't yell loud enough because the boy walked out of the mist of water soaking wet and Harry honestly didn't mean it but he didn't regret when he saw the guy's clothes cling onto every curve of his body. And he didn't regret it when he was glaring at him intently with his adorable little face and his eyebrows furrowing, dripping with water. Oh not at all did he regret the little balled up fists on the sides of his tiny little beautiful body. No, Harry didn't regret that at all.

"What in gods name are you staring at!?" The man yelled out, although he may have been a teensie weensie bit flustered because Harry was not so subtle about checking him out.

Harry blinked. He looked at what was once a fire, but now a growing cloud of dead smoke rising up into the air and he dropped the hose, then blinked again. He looked at the person standing a few feet away from him, who's arms were now crossed over his chest and one hip popped out. He is so pretty.