Bad Kitty (Zarry)

Chapter 54

Harry (POV) January 12th 5pm

The storm was scaring the shit out of me, this was not like any other storm I had ever been in before. This was loud, it was fucking freezing even with Michael having two heaters in the living room and piles of blankets on the floor for us to share along with pillows and hot chocolate. The stove was on in the kitchen too, letting off some sort of heat that we were pretty grateful for...at least until the power decides to go out.

There's noway in hell we weren't going to lose power, the lights kept flickering more than they did earlier, then sometimes they'd flick off and stay off for about ten to twenty minutes.

Michael wasn't worried too much, course he wasn't. I on the other hand, didn't want to sit in the dark with lit candles and cold air. But it wasn't just that, the building kept shaking and the windows had frosted over.

After I had taken that hot shower, my body felt more relaxed. That didn't stop it from shivering and growing little goosebumps that made me skin itch and ache though.

''I charged both of our phones and my laptop, even if the power goes out at least we'll have the laptop for the games. I have flashlights ready, gotta be prepared.'' Michael looked like a serious man when he talked about situations like this, it made me happy seeing him do something so grown and responsible.

He dropped a few bags of chips and some bottled waters on the coffee table in front of me, looking around for another candle and some of his lighters.

''Thank fuck I have these bad boys, it takes fucking ages for me to find my lighters.''

Giggling, it's true. That man is always losing his lighters no matter where he goes.

''I don't have to worry about you stealing them, back then my mates would take my shit and then lie to me about having what they took until I went crazy. They knew it made me upset too, still did it anyways.'' Michael shrugged, popping a piece of candy into his mouth.

Michael had opened some more about his life, about where he came from, who his friends were, where his family had gone, his life goals and favorite things. Of course I still had to watch my back around him, he was jumpy and very paranoid about certain things but that didn't stop me from wanting a decent friendship with the colorful haired man.

''Fuck those guys, they weren't honest friends if all they did was fuck with you and laugh about it in the end. I would never do that to you, you're literally the only person as of right now that has shown me what it means to care about somebody.'' I said, scooting closer to the smiling man.

We sat together in front of the blank television, staring at our reflections and giggling at the funny faces we were making into the screen.

Then it happened, everything inside this place went dark. The storm roared through the air. Causing me to jump out of my skin, or that's what it felt like but this shit was horrid. I threw one of the thickest blankets over my head, trying to block out the sounds of the storm from outside. It was way too loud for my sensitive ears, it hurt like a bitch.

Not realizing that Michael had joined me, it placed a pair of headphones over my head and turned on some soothing music. The instruments were beautiful, the voice of the lady sounded amazing and the lyrics were tearful.

I looked at the other man, he held a candle far from the fabric of the blanket but close enough for me to see his blue eyes.

Those ocean blue eyes that sparkle every time I'm around, those same colored eyes that helped me off the streets and saved me from those bad men. Keeping me safe, warm and hydrated while there's a storm out there ready to take apart homes and people.