𝑵𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑳.𝑺.

6: We All Love A Crazy Cat Owner

And so I drove him home, on the way listening to the radio, just sitting in a comfortable silence.

Harry had his head rested against the window, sometimes taking a glance at me, as if he wanted to say something but decided not to.

I parked the car into his driveway, looking at the flat in front of us as I kept my hands on the steering wheel, not saying anything.

"What are you waiting for? Come over to drink a cuppa." Before I could say anything he had stepped out of the car, closing the door and walking into the direction of the entrance.

I shrugged, who was I to say no? And after all, maybe this was his way to repay me? He didn't have to, but I needed to have a excuse to follow him. Without thinking too much, thinking about how much I had hoped he would invite me in.

I followed him into the building and we took the elevator to the third floor. We walked through the corridors before he stopped at a door which had a painting of a cat next to it, hanging on the wall.

He unlocked the door and I trailed behind him, stepping foot in his place, which was exactly how I had imagined it to be.

His place was small, but very cosy. His couch was grey with white and lavender colored cushions, a tv and a guitar next to the couch.

On the wall were paintings of artists, cats and family pictures where two ladies were to be seen, probably his mother and sister, they all looked exactly the same, like copies of one another.

The rug was lavender as well, matching the cushions on the couch and I could really see the boy matching his entire living room where I would just put everything into a big ass kart and go, not caring the slightest.

"Welcome to my place, Louis. Are you affraid of cats?"

I shook my head as I took in his cosy appartment. "Not at all, why?"

He walked towards the couch and crouched down. When he stood straight again he was holding a kitten, a hella cute kitten!

The black cat stared at me with wide eyes, as if to say 'help me Louis, this guy is crazy!'

And maybe, he was. But maybe, that was actually what I was looking for, what I liked.

A guy that could light up the room by just his appearance or as simple as showing a smile. Someone that was interesting and interested, one to laugh and cry with, a bit crazy and weird.

That, that was Harry in a nutshell, so far I have seen him that's what he appears to have in store, but what can I say? What do I know? I met the guy yesterday...

"This is Dusty!" Harry grinned, holding up the kitten, who looked kinda annoyed but still happy to see his owner.

"Aw, she's cute!" I told him and he spread his arms. "You wanna hold her? She isn't too keen on strangers but she didn't attack you yet."

I tried not to look as if I had just shit myself and let him hand me the kitten, who happily purred as I scratched it behind the ears.

"She's cute, and your place looks lovely, by the way." I smiled and he showed his dimples by returning a even bigger smile.

"Thanks! Decorated it all myself, it sometimes gets lonely so you gotta make it cosy! Even with friends a boy can feel lonely..." he sighed but quickly changed his expression.

"Want something to drink? Go sit down!"

He rushed to the kitchen and I heard the kettle being put on.

I sat down on the couch with fluffy pillows, Dusty seated in my lap. She turned her head once seeing one of the cushions, almost letting out a huff.

"You don't like that color do you? It's a shame." I told her, talking to the cat as if it could understand me and talk back, that really would give me a heart attack, the doctor turning into a patient, tables turn quick, hm?

She tilted her head, silently telling me she was listening. I could imagine Harry talking to her a lot, so I went on.

"Harry must have thought of you choosing that color, so you shouldn't be snappy missy." She now glared at me.

"Or did you just miss Harry and are a bit mad at him, is that it? He can't help it, he was injured so make sure to give him lots of cuddles!" She seemed satisfied with that, jumping off my lap and going into the kitchen, looking for her owner.

"Had a good conversation?" Harry came back from the kitchen, two steamy cuppa's in hand and Dusty following him close behind, watching every move.

"Very, maybe I'm gonna take her home with me."

Harry chuckled. "Would say I would rather be in her shoes then, but you're already here innit?"

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