Harry was gonna talk to Tea tonight. He was gonna talk to her at her apartment. He had a security guard, which I made him bring. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, I felt like I was gonna have an anxiety attack just thinking about it. It sounds a bit paranoid, but I just felt like she was gonna poison and kidnap him. My head knew better, but my heart felt like something like that would happen.
My heart was relieved when I saw that Harry was calling me.
"Hey babe." I answered, "How did it go?"
"It was fine, angel face. She said she'd leave us alone." Harry says, but he sounds a bit off.
"Harry, are you ok?" I ask out of worry.
"I'm just tired, can I sleepover tonight?" He asks, making me sigh in relief.
"Of course babe, how far away are you? I ask and suddenly hear my doorbell ring, "Hold on, someone is at my door."
I check the peephole and see Harry smirking, making me roll my eyes and giggle. I open the door, letting him in. He strolls in with his hands behind his back and places a kiss on my forehead.
"I love you so much." He says deeply.
"I love you too." I smile at him.
Suddenly, I hear a little noise. I turn my head and look around, "Did you hear that?" I ask Harry.
Harry shrugs, and then shows what's been behind his back . . . A kitten!
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"Oh my god, Harry! You didn't!" I cry out of happiness and hold the small orange kitten in my arms.
"I did." He says proudly, "It's a girl, she's one of those munchkin cats with the short legs." He explains and I'm in shock. He got me my dream cat!
"I've been dying for one of those, how did you know?" I ask while wiping my happy tears away.
"You save more photos of munchkin cats on your phone, then you do of me."
I shrug out of guilt. I love Harry, but I've wanted one of these cats longer than I've known him.
"Thank you so much! God, I love you so much." I wrap my one arm around Harry that isn't holding the precious kitten, and and I crash my lips against his.
"Your welcome." He chuckles. "What are you gonna name her?"
I look at the tiny orange kitten and examine her, thinking of the perfect name . . . And then it hits me.
"I'm gonna name her Cheeto." I happily admit and Harry's brows furrow in confusion.
"After the fake cheese corn meal snack?" He asks and I roll my eyes.
