Phobia

You're Part Of Everyone, Mathia

Entering the house was like entering a new world. With gold coloured rails and a large chandelier hanging above the centre of the room. There was a ton of space, and a piano sitting casually by the staircase. The floor was just simple white tiles, but they looked washed and you could practically see your reflection in them. The stairs looked marble, as well as the gold coloured rails that led upstairs and around the circular ceiling that would allow you to be able to look down at those downstairs. It was extremely clean and fancied up. I suddenly felt very self-conscious in what I was wearing, feeling extremely out of place. There was a soft padder of feet that sounded like it was coming closer. As it got louder, Mathia bent down and opened his arms as a small kitten jumped into his arms. My heart melted at the tiny face that held so much love for it's owner. It seemed to be a Bengal, with faded orange fur and black spots spotting it. It would turn into a big cat, soft and sweet. I smiled, kneeling down beside Mathia and putting my hand out for the cat to smell. After a moment, it's ears peaked up and it wiggled out of Mathia's grip and started pushing on my hand. I laughed lightly, picking the kitten up and petting it, hearing it begin to purr loudly in my hands.

"Her name is Vive." I nodded, smiling at Vive, my heart melting into a thousand pieces.

"Hello there, Vive. Aren't you just beautiful." I said, causing Mathia to get a big grin on his face.

"She doesn't often take a quick liking to humans, I'm surprised she's all right with you."

"I've always had that connection with cats, plus she's one of my favourite types." He looked at me, eyebrows raised.

"You know what type of cat she is? We've been trying to find that out for a bit now."

"Ever thought to bring it to a vet or an animal expert?"

"I guess that might have helped." I couldn't help but laugh, nearly scaring Vive. I mumbled something to her over and over again, trying to calm her down.

"She's a Bengal. A really cute one at that."

"A Bengal, huh?" He looked like he was pondering the idea, before finally speaking again. "Well I'm glad to finally know what my little princess is." He said, tapping her nose. I chuckled, putting the kitten on the ground and standing up to take my shoes off. He handed me a pair of slippers, confused, I put them on, and to my surprise, they fit nearly perfectly. He than did the same and started walking towards one of the doors on the main floor. I hesitantly followed him, walking as lightly as I could towards what I'm assuming would be the kitchen. Our slippers made a very soft 'click' every time we stepped, and in the silence of the house, seemed extremely loud and could wake anybody up.

Entering the kitchen, I had to stop and look at the small, yet large room. The theme was a very, very soft blue and white, along with a ton of class and black marble. The stools that surrounded the island were cherry wood, giving the continuous white tiled floor a nice look. It all fit so well together and I felt like if I touched something, I'd break it. So, I just stood there. Mathia was already sitting, scrolling through his phone, when he realized I wasn't going to sit down, he looked up at my questioningly.

"Aren't you going to take a seat? I swear they don't bite." I smiled, shuffling my way towards the closest end of the island and taking a seat on the stool. It was a good height, not causing me to sit too high that it was uncomfortable or too low that it was annoying. I slid off my jacket, putting it on the end of the table, smiling over at Mathia as he seemed to try and finish a text before turning off his phone and getting up. "What would you like to eat?" He asked, fishing around in the cupboards and fridge to see what he had. I shrugged, suddenly incredibly shy.

"Doesn't matter, I'll eat whatever." It was a complete lie, it usually depended on the day, but I wasn't about to say that. He stayed on the phone with me all night, even after I fell asleep to make sure I was all right, he picked me up around six in the morning just so I could get some fresh air, I wasn't about to start getting picky with him.