The Night That Changed It All

An Addition

"Harry, why do you have a puppy?" I asked upon opening the front door of our apartment to find Harry, Louis and Zayn standing on our doorstep; all grinning while Harry cradled a fluffy, white, puppy, who was trying to lick his chin, in his arms.

"Our neighbour's dog had puppies recently but they don't have room for all of them so they're giving them to people." Louis explained as he stepped around me and went to sit with Lily Ann who was sitting on the floor and giggling to herself.

"That doesn't really explain why you brought it here." I sighed, closing the door slowly and laughing when Harry set the puppy down on the ground. The puppy looked a bit confused for a second before it started to investigate; wagging it's tail happily and sniffing at anything and everything.

"It's a he, Ni. Don't be rude." Harry chastised, following him around the room until he stopped and decided the middle of the sitting room was a good place to settle.

"Alright; sorry. That still doesn't explain why you brought him here." I sighed, watching as Harry sat down with the puppy, who immediately jumped up from the floor to sniff and lick Harry. It seemed he'd known Harry would sit with him and had decided that was the best way for him to get Harry close enough that he could investigate him a bit more. Apparently, even though he'd been licking his chin when they first came in, the puppy didn't feel he was friendly enough with Harry and wanted to know more of him.

"We said we'd take one of them off their hands but we can't keep him because Gemma's allergic and Zayn's got the cat, who doesn't take kindly to strange animals in her house as we've just realized, so he can't take him." Harry explained, looking up at me from where he sat cross-legged on the floor with the puppy still leaping around him excitedly.

"Oh no; no way Harry. We can't take him; we've got our hands full with Lily Ann. She's gonna start walking soon." I exclaimed, gesturing at Lily Ann, who was watching the puppy curiously, before folding my arms determinedly.

"Please, Ni? He's got nowhere else to go. Lily Ann will love him; they can grow up together. And he's really friendly; look." Harry tried hopefully, gesturing to where the puppy was sniffing Lily Ann, stopping every once in a while to lick her happily while she laughed.

"He won't always be a puppy, Hazza; he'll grow a lot quicker than Lily Ann will and he's already just as big as her. What will we do when he still wants to jump on her even though he's gotten to be twice her size?" I reasoned, smiling fondly while he licked her finger's after Lily Ann pushed him away lightly to stop him from licking her face.

"He'll know that he can't jump on her anymore when he gets big; he's smart like that. And Lily Ann loves him already." Harry begged, pouting up at me and only stopping when the puppy came over to nuzzle his cheek affectionately. He clearly didn't like to see people upset and didn't stop licking Harry's face until Harry started to laugh and tried to push him away.

"Oh; go on, Ni; don't be a spoil sport. It'll be good for Lily Ann to grow up with a friend, even if her friend isn't human. Anyway; what's the worst thing that could happen?" Liam laughed as he scooped Lily Ann up off the floor to feed her.

"Fine; alright, we'll keep him, but this is a one time thing. We're not going to take every puppy you promise to find a home for." I sighed after a slight hesitation, laughing when the puppy followed Liam to the kitchen; jumping around and yapping excitedly.

"Yay!" Harry cheered happily, climbing to his feet and pulling me into a tight hug; lifting me off my feet before putting me down on the ground again, so he could explain. "His name is Quentin, he's a Samoyed and he's twelve weeks old."

"Aren't those dogs meant to be bigger at twelve weeks?" I asked, glancing over Harry's shoulder at Quentin, who was standing in the kitchen doorway and looking around while his tail wagged. He was about up to two thirds of the way up my shin but I remember when a friend had one of those dogs, she'd been up to my knee, at least, when she was twelve weeks old.