The cat attack (harry styles fanfic)

Chapter 11

*Harry's pov*

"let me get this straight-"

"youve said a thousand times already"

"its only been two hours-"

"yea and every tick of a minute you say that" mia said as she brought he legs in a crisscros position on the couch.

its already been two hours and ever since she stopped panicking shes being such a stubborn bitch. i paced back n fort in front of the couch, where she sat, just watching me as i think the whole thing through again.

"so you ran away from the vet and you got wounded, that explains that wound. and suddenly you stumbbled across an ally corner and thats all you remembered?" i said, facing towards her only to see her picking on her nails and nodding. "are you even listening?!" i snapped getting ever so frustrated with this woman.

"youve been saying the same thing over and over. i think i already got what you are saying." she looks up to me and i send her back a glare. "thats all i rememeber"

i sighed pitching the bridge of my nose as i sat down beside her. "how about when you got here?" i asked but she was still intrested in her nails "woman!"

"harry, the name is mia! for bloody hell and for the last time no! i dont fucking remember how i got here or any of that!" she snapped back at me. "i cant remember even if i tried okay?.. god your so annoying when you can get it through your thick head"

"how am i suppose to be "okay?" with this?! a stranger woke up inside my bedroom saying shes my cat! how the hell ami suppose to be okay with that?!" i snapped back once more, getting a little shaky afterwards. im not getting any clear answers here and its bothering me.

"what now?" she asked snapping me back from my thoughts.

what now? i dont know. but can i answer that back to her. even thought im slightly angry at the moment i cant seem to find an answer to that too, what now? what am i going to do with this girl? should i let her stay? or throw her out...

"harry?" she called out. i look back at her and I never notice how tired she looked, especially with her eyebags under her eyes. "hey?-"

"are you hungry?" i asked finally giving up. ill find my answers soon but pushing her while in a tired state, i dont think i will.

"what-" "i said... are you hungry?" i answered to her once more but with a little comforting manner. i also need to stop pushing my frustrations on to her by snapping, i wont get anywhere just asking the same questions again and again, hoping each time she answers she would remember

"kinda.." she said before letting out a small yawn and rubbing her eyes tiredly but im more sleepy than tired actually"

"you can sleep back at my room again... ill wake you up when dinners ready" i said standing up, walking towards the kitchen while thinking what to cook.

"hey harry..." she called out with a soft voice, or maybe thats what her voice really is and moments ago when she snapped she might've also been really frustarted and just distracted herself on her nials

"yes?" i answered "if you want to take a bath theres towels on-"

"thank you..and im sorry i couldn't remember anymore of what happened.." she spoke in a gentle manner. god i was so selfish just for think about myself at that state when she was in the same box with me.

"if you do remmeber anything at all... please tell me.." i said looking back at her with a gently smile on. shes tired, im frustrated. i think were done for the day.

the best thing to do now..

"ill go up now.."

is...

"okay.."

to be patient.