Chapter Twenty-Eight
//Harry//
I think it's night-time now. Call it animal instincts, but I can always tell when it's dark out, or if the sun has come down. And as a part-cat human being, I'm more awake and alert in the night-time.
I can tell that most of the hybrids are not asleep like me. Ashton's tail is thumping against the metal cage bars in a half-arsed rhythmic way, soft whines leaving his mouth as he is trying to sleep. He is sort of cute when his eyes are shut, and his mouth too. He is probably the sassiest and cheekiest person I have ever met next to Lou.
"Hey, Haz," Niall whispers, his voice thick with sleep and fatigue. "You sleeping yet?"
"No, I'm sleep talkin' t' ya," I tease, mocking adorable Irish accent.
I can feel his glare boring into my skull.
“Whatcha want, Nialler?” I ask sweetly.
“How are we gonna get out o’ here?”
“Dunno. It’d be pretty tough with the little ‘uns with us. And with what the doctor has told us, there are even more elsewhere in the lab. But I’m not giving up on the idea of leaving this hellhole.”
“Same. I don’t wanna sound negative but I have his bad feeling that the longer we stay, the worse our chances of escaping gets.”
An annoyed growl leaves my mouth. Ashton barks softly in retaliation, so I hiss at him to quieten him. He goes back to the half-awake, half-asleep state quickly snoring softly. I stare at his prone form so I can postpone answering him.
“There’s always hope, isn’t that what everyone says?” I finally answer.
“It’s what they say; but is it true?”
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//Josh// [say wut?]
I pace back and forth in my room, worried out of my mind . Call me drama queen, but I’m going headers over Niall’s disappearance. Nothing about it feels right.
Not to mention the fact that all his mates and their girlfriends have gone missing as well.
As I’m about to call in to the school office and fake being my dad to skip school, my mobile rings.
Without checking the caller ID, I answer it: “’Ello?”
“Joshua! It’s nice to hear your voice again!”
“Uncle J?”
“Do you know any other uncle with a Spanish accent?”
“Lemme search my memories . . . nope.”
He laughs over the phone line. “Cheeky one, you are. It’s been a while since we last talked, eh?”
I frown, wishing that we were Skyping, instead, “The last time we talked was September or October.”
“Sorry, Josh, been busy with work.”
I guess my uncle is a cliché example of an over-enthusiastic scientist. He has got a double major in animal biology as well as human genetics. Before you start wondering, he is not my biological uncle, his heritage should be of enough proof of that. He married one of my dad’s many sisters, thus becoming my uncle. Growing up, I used to like the stories he told us about animals and stuff. For a scientist, he wasn’t all that terribly boring.
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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.
