Chapter One
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Love, Em
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//Niall's P.O.V.
"Miss you, babe," Josh croons from the other side of the phone. While I would much, much rather wake up to his tender kisses all over my face, waking up to his beautiful voice over the mobile speaker is rather nice too.
"Miss you more, Joshie," I say back, making kissy noises at the mic.
"Damn I miss kissing you. You really are the best kisser I ever had."
"Yeah right, considering I was the first boy you got to kiss," I scoff.
"Hey just because I went through a sexualy confused phase doesn't mean that you get to tease me about it for years to come!"
"Where's the fun in that, though?"
"Ugh, I can't wait for it to be October already! Then we can either there and go to London or something. I wish I could run my fingers through your soft hair, Nialler," he mumbles wistfully. He's always had a thing for my hair, and let's just say I love it when people play with my hair. Sometimes, it really turns me on . . . . but I digress.
"And I'll amaze you with my epic date-planning skills in London. We're gonna go on the London Eye and I'm gonna kiss you at the top and you'll swoon over for me."
"Ha, you don't need to kiss up to me anymore. You won me over with those blue eyes three years ago." I can practically hear him grinning ear-to-ear over the phone. Someone calls out to Josh in the background and he yells something back. "Ugh, mum's yelling at me to get my bum to school. They changed up the schedule so that it start twenty minutes early. It's pure torture, Ni."
"But your mornin' voice is so damn sexy, babe," I whisper seductively.
"Really? I think it's way too early in the morning for phone sex. We can save this for later, though. Or better yet, let's have Skype sex!"
"Count me in!" I cheer. Josh on Skype wearing nothing but briefs? Bring it on.
"I really gotta bounce now. Love you, Ni-Ni. I'll talk to you during lunchtime!"
"Love you, too!"
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//Harry's P.O.V.
"Harry! Get your lazy ar--EWW YOU'RE IN HEAT THAT'S GUH-ROSS!" Gemma screeches, slamming the door shut again.
Groggily, I crack one eye open, rolling over in my bed so that I'm laying on my belly and in a perfect position to stretch out my limbs. Morning stretches are very important, you know. Helps retain flexibility. And I'll have you know, as a cat, I am extremely flexible.
My fluffly ears twitch on top of my head, recovering from Gem's too-high voice. She'll never remember that hybrids tend to have sensitive sense of hearing and smell. I hate how she smothers herself with some fruity smelling perfume. She insists that it's designed by Taylor Swift and yada yada blah. Like I give two shits about that.
I sniff the air in my room and cringe. Fuck, I am in heat. My bedroom reeks of my, uhm, markers and is heavy with the male cat smell. If any other male hybrid were to walk in my room right this instant, they would bristle and hiss like there is no tomorrow. Cats can be highly territorial, especially over mating seasons. We blokes like to prove our worthiness to females and when you lose, you can kiss shagging that girl goodbye. Like forever. We aren't forgiving creatures, us cats. You can always count on us to hold a grudge for a good ten year-span or more. Moral of the story: Don't piss off cats if you want a peaceful life of cuddling with your feline companion.
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Irresistible
Fanfiction*NOT FAMOUS* Harry is a hybrid-cat; he has certain feline characteristics that are easy to hide most of the time. But when Niall moves into Doncaster, his inner kitty wants to come out and play.
