Yogurt Styles: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Right now, Master is showering. My hair sticks up just thinking about his luscious body in the water- but I am afraid of water. I am a cat. Maybe if he held me close I wouldn't be so scared... Harry knows how worried I get without him so he left the door open a crack. I squeeze my small body through and pad into the room, making no noise. The noise of the water is deafening. I mewl quietly. I almost want to back out of the bathroom, but something stops me.

It's Harry. He's singing.

"I love cats, I love every kind of cat, I just wanna hug all them but I can't, can't hug every cat."

I recognize this as the songify eharmony cat video song from YouTube. My heart warms. He's talking about cats. He's singing about me. I take this as a sign and ignore the sound of the rushing water and walk closer to the shower. The curtain is drawn, but I wouldn't even be able to see if it wasn't. It's too tall. I spot the stool that Harry keeps next to the shower and take a leap to get onto it.

I must reach my man.

I see that there are only a few inches between me and the shower now- there's an opening in the curtain right near me. I muster up my courage, and then jump. All I hear is his voice. Within seconds, I land and I am immediately frightened. I have landed in water. My claws come out and I am very very afraid. I can't see because the water is above my eyes and can't hear because it's also above my ears. I hear Harry's yelp of surprise, and then his warm hands wrap around my fragile body. I want to cry, but I can't because I am a cat. I am shaking. Harry turns off the water and holds me up, checking that I'm still alive. Once he knows that I am, he slicks my fur backs so I am comfortable and then holds me close to his hot, wet skin. I purr immediately. "Yogurt, why did you do that?" he asks. I purr in response. And then, something that I've been looking forward to happens. He holds me up to look him straight in the eye and then kisses my nose. I lick him and he laughs. He grabs a towel and gently dries me off. I feel special and loved and cared for. And then even though he still has shampoo in his hair, he gets out of the shower and brings me to his bed and puts me down on the covers. I fall asleep quickly, tired from my adventure. My dreams are filled with images of his junk. <3

A/N: I know, I know, author's notes suck, but I just want to say to remember to vote :).

-Cali