Yogurt Styles: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 4

When I begin to feel my surroundings again, I am alarmed. I am laying on my side and the side facing downwards is on something flat and cool. I don't open my eyes. I breathe small breaths, trying to remember what happened. I think hard, but come up with nothing. Then, his voice comes and I feel like it's a dream.

"Yogurt? You were the best little kitty I could ask for. You were always so excited when I came home and you were never shy around me and you never got mad at me. You were crazily attached to me and I'm going to miss that adorable frisky attitude. I hope you have all of the cream and brown shoes in kitty heaven. I love you, Yogurt. And I always will."

It is Harry. My lover. My master. My sun. The person that keeps me living.

I feel his fingertips float through my fur, and my skin underneath tingles. My heart pounds as I slowly open my little eyes. The light is incredibly bright at first and it's hard to see, but after a moment, the world focuses.

All I see is Harry. All I have ever seen is Harry. All I will ever see will be Harry.

He's crying now and all I want to do and lift myself up and curl my tail up to his cheek to wipe away his tears. I mewl quietly and he pauses.

"No. No! Harry, you're imagining things!" he cries to himself. I meow louder and he slowly removed his hands from his face. Still lying down, I stretch my paws and blink, trying to show him that I am in fact alive. He looks at me like he doesn't believe it for a moment before a smile spreads across his face. It's the happiest I've seen him in a while. I want to start laughing because this is everything that I've hoped for, but again I am restricted by my species. I am a cat and cats cannot laugh. I would sigh at this but I am a cat and cats can't sigh. I settle for yawning. Harry giggles slightly and then reaches down and lifts me gently against his chest. I snuggle in close.

"Yogurt, I love you," he whispers and I've never been happier. The doctor interrupts our moment and I remind myself to shoot him in the head later or claw his eyes out. His face is surprised at my return to the world of the living. He asks Harry if I seem to be experiencing any pain and after deliciously checking over my body, Harry says no. The doctor explains a theory: when I fell, instead of landing completely on the hardwood floor, I landed on a thin t-shirt. I still felt the impact of the floor but it wasn't enough to break my little ribs. I notice how Harry expresses relief and happiness at this. A long time later, after the doctor is finally done with his spiel, we leave the Vet's and go home, me riding in Harry's lap. I'm incredibly tempted to do something, being so close to his private area, but I restrain myself because then he might think that the fall affected my brain. So we drive in his warm car, my body nestled in the crooks of his, and accidentally, I fall asleep. What else is a cat supposed to do when she's with the one she loves? Stay awake? No. Cats must be hard to get.

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-Cali