COCO'S

10

Cloe Marín

I'm just too good for my liking sometimes.

"Harry, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did that affect you that much?" I quickly ask and ask as if it isn't no tomorrow, sitting down on my knees in front of him.

I feel one of my cats snaking throught my feet before walking around me and then, I begin to watch Lulu, out of all the cats in the world, scanning Harry up and down with her eyes before jumping onto his lap, and my jaw drops.

Lulu hates every single person in this planet. Kali is the sweetest cat being, but her sister completely ignores everyone and she doesn't cuddle, or acknowledge you for long. Leave alone jump on your lap to console your fucking self.

But she is helping Harry fucking Styles.

Harry suddenly gasps, "Do you have a cat?"

"Harry-"

"Oh my God, what's your name? You're a sweet heart, aren't you?" He cuts me off, petting Lulu's head and toying with her paws as he sniffles. His bloodshot eyes snapped at me, "Is she a girl?"

"Yeah. Her name's Lulu." I nod curtly.

He smiles down at my cat, "Knew you were a girl. Lulu's a great name, you know that?"

"Harry." I state seriously, making his eyes connect with me again. "What's going on? Why were you crying?"

"I'm high." He begins to cry all over again, choking on a sob, sniffling hard and wiping on his nose for dear life.

What is going on.

I pursed my lips to the side, not knowing that the hell I have to do in this situation, "Hey, don't cry... You wanna do something else instead, to distract yourself?"

"I miss my dad." He says out of nowhere, Lulu still on his hold, meowing against his neck as I watch both of them in awe. "Well, stepdad but you get the point." He cries out. "He died."

"Oh, shit- I'm so sorry, Harry-"

"It wasn't recently, don't pity me. I'm just a bitch that can't handle his feelings or say sorry or anything. I- I wanted to apologize to you, but not at all at the same time, so I got high instead, I thought it was better and now I'm here." Harry rambles nonstop and it makes my heart clench.

I obviously still feel fucking hurt, I don't think I can forgive him just like that after everything that he has said to me in a matter of three weeks that we have been known each other.

"Um, it's fine." It really isn't fine. "I take your apology, if that's even what you're doing. Now stand up, c'mon." I stand up myself, motioning him to do the same.

When he does, he sniffles again and speaks up, Lulu still on his arms with eyes closed peacefully. "This means I'm forgiven?"

"I said I take your apology, not that I forgive you." I shrug and enter my house.

He seems hesitant to do so, but he has my literal cat on his hold so I guess he thought why not?

And not that he was calling me a whore last night, right?

Yeah, definitely not forgiven.

I took the lead on entering further on my apartment, my back to him as I walk to the living room, immediately opening one of my windows so the air can trespass the awkward atmosphere somehow.

From the corner of my eye, I see Harry sitting down on the green velvet couch, Lulu next to him. He looks very focused on the decoration of the interior, looking at the paintings, the different lamps I have, the plants...