Yogurt Styles: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 6

I'm currently sitting in the corner of the windowsill, watching for Stupid Angela's car. She's supposed to meet us at 7 and it's 6:58. I am better than her because I am never late for dinner with my Harry, my lover. A minute later, at 6:59, a red minivan pulls into the driveway. I want to scoff but I can't. I am a cat. I extend my claws and then retract them, imagining them impaling her heart. I want to smile but I can't. I am a cat. I purr to myself instead.

Harry must have heard the car engine, because he rushes over to the door. He's looking really sexy in a pair of black in ripped jeans and a white button down shirt that shows the swallow tattoos. I want to climb on him and flick my tail at him to how my appreciation. I don't.

As he walks by, he says, "Yogurt, be nice." This makes me want to laugh but I can't. I am a cat. Harry runs down the driveway over to her car and a arrow of jealousy pierces my poor little kitty heart. I whine softly to myself as I see her get out of the car and I see them embrace. He's smiling but I can also see that it's not as broad of a smile as the one that was on his face when I turned out to be alive again. I wish he would stop trying to make me jealous and just come out and say that he's in love with me. It would make it easier for both of us.

She walks up the driveway with him to the house and I see how ugly she is. She's literally the most disgusting thing that I have ever seen. I am way prettier. I don't even have to describe her. You would probably vomit if I described her so I won't do that to you.

I'm such a considerate cat.

They walk into the house and I think to myself: showtime. I pad into the bathroom and go behind the toilet. It's where I keep my possessions that I don't want Harry to know about. I find there my Pirate Pills, as I call them, due to the skull and bones on the label. I knock the bottle to the ground and the lid comes flying off, allowing me to scrape out five of these pills. I use my tail, tongue and paws to put the lid back on and put it right side up. Then, I push the pills into the little pouch that I found and pick up the pouch with my teeth.

It takes me a few moments to get the grip right, but once it's perfect, I trot into the kitchen. Angela and Harry are sitting at the dining room table and she's laughing obnoxiously at something he said. I mean, he is hilarious. Wow I love him. Right now, they're just sharing a glass of wine and crackers while the dinner finishes cooking. I have plenty of time. I know that Angela is a vegetarian and Harry eats a lot of meat and can't part with it, so it's obvious that he made two meals. One for her, one for him. I know my lover so well.

Her dinner- a salad -is already made and is sitting on the counter while Harry's is in the oven. He's made some chicken for himself. I know how he hates lettuce and most vegetables so I'm confident that he won't eat any of her meal. I jump up onto a wedge above the counter where her plate is (it's under me now) and I drop the pouch next to me. Next, I open it and take out the Pirate Pills, crushing them with my paw. And finally, I push them over the edge of the counter into Angela's plate. They scatter on top of the lettuce and they blend in with the Parmesan cheese. She'll never know.

I put the pouch back in my mouth and retreat to the bathroom to return it to its spot behind the toilet. Then, I go to my usual spot of sitting on the kitchen windowsill where I can see their dinner, and I watch.

*the entire dinner passes and Angela is leaving*

I didn't know when she would leave! It's been so long, I thought she never would! If I'm correct, the Pirate Pills should kick in just about... now! Angela is grabbing her coat at the moment and now Harry is helping her put it on. What a gentleman. MY gentleman. And then suddenly, she freezes.

"Ange? What's wrong?" Harry asks.

She makes a gurgling sound in the back of her throat and then clutches her neck. I feel deeply pleased. He begins to shout her name and he gets a bad case of the awkward hands. He doesn't know where to put them. After a few seconds of this, her eyes finally go blank and she collapses on the floor. Harry catches her and I want to throw up because he is MINE but I end up coughing up a hairball quietly. Being a cat is so much fun. Anyway, back to my lover. Harry puts her gently on the floor. He starts to tear up a little but he's mostly shocked that she's dead. I jump down from the windowsill and curl my tail around him to make him feel better and he embraces me. I have never felt better. Now my competition is out of the way, and Harry is all mine. MINE.

A/N: What do you think about Yogurt's actions? Will Harry love her in the end? Comment and vote. :)

-Cali