Yogurt Styles: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 7

My plan is working fabulously.

Harry doesn't really go out anymore- he just cuddles with me. However... he seems kind of sad. I have no idea why because that b*tch was a dirty ass wh*re, but... it's happening.

Harry and I are currently laying on his bed. It's my favorite place to be with him. His laptop is laying on his lap and I'm sitting next to him. One of his hands strokes my fur gently and I purr lightly with every touch.

Suddenly, he looks at me. "Yogurt, why did Angela die?"

I am astounded at his question.

1) why would he ask me. I am a cat and 2) I can't speak. I am a cat and 3) does he know? I simply stare at him and he finally sighs.

"You're right. It was a freak accident. Whatever. It's not like I was dating her."

I want to smile at this, but I can't, because I am a cat.

"Yogurt?" he asks. I meow as if to say 'yes?'. "I love you. I never loved Angela. I was only trying to make you jealous," he blurts out.

I flick my tail and then jump onto him, pushing the laptop out of the way. I knew it!! I knew he was only trying to make me jealous!! He grins and pats me again. And then, we both lean forward. I can feel his breath on my whiskers. Finally, after it's been driving me mad with him right there, I dart my head forward and our mouths touch. Sparks fly at our kiss. I can't even describe its perfection. After a few moments of this wonderful touching though the mouths, he pulls away, breathless.

"Yogurt, will you be my girlfriend? Or... catfriend?" I nuzzle into his neck as an answer and to celebrate, we kiss again. My world is perfect.

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-Cali