The Lost & Found

Purrrfect Timing

"Let me go!" Screamed Harry, his wrists and ankles tied against a wall. A man dressed in a black suit approached Harry, a vicious looking panther walked next to the intimidating man. "Silence Harold!" The animal roared in response to the man's words, intimidating Harry into becoming silent.

Harry's breath wasn't reaching his lungs, he felt beyond scared and he wasn't even aware of where he was or why.

"You have to listen up, Styles." The man said sternly. "The world is in serious danger and the only way to save the world is to have this animal eat you. It will give him the strength that he needs to fight off the aliens approaching us. You have to trust me."

Harry began stuttering, trying to come up with something to say because what he was just told was too much to process. "What!?" Was all he could say.

"You have to let it happen!" The man argued, starting to unleash the animal from his collar.

Harry screeched when the animal jumped on him and began knawing at his hand first, tearing the fingers from the now bleeding knuckles.

Bathed in sweat and scared out of his mind, Harry woke up to Olivia playfully I nibbling his thumb, trying to wake him up from his frightening slumber.

"Oh—thank god!" Harry yanked his hand away from his cat and let out a relieved breath. "Stupid nightmares." He stood up and pushed his hair back to keep it from sticking to his sweaty forehead. "Olivia, you're adorable and I love you, but you just scared me pant-less." He kissed her forehead, lifting himself to open his window.

"Smells musky in here." He gathered all his strength from his lanky body and pushed open the window, almost falling back when he did. "I really need to work out huh Olivia?" Before the careless cat could even look at him, she lept on the windowsill and jumped down to the ground.

"Olivia!" He peered down at the ground and saw a calm Olivia licking her paws.

"You're killing me Olivia!" He waved down at her with a sad smile. "Be back soon princess."

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Louis took a big bite from his blueberry bagel, the cream cheese smearing on the corners of his mouth. But he didn't care. He couldn't give less fucks about what someone thought about what he looked like.

His thick legs dragged him along the street on his way to his house.

In the distance he could hear a cat mewling. He scarfed down his last bit of bagel and began looking around for the stranded kitty.

"Kittyyyyy kitty kitty." Louis wiped the cream cheese from his cheeks with the back of his hand. "Kitty kitty kitty!"

The mewling of the cat became louder, and he finally looked up to  a tree branch hovering over him.

"Oh, hi." He giggled, hands out stretching to retrieve the scared kitty, but his short stature impeded him from doing so.

The cat mewled again, as she began to slip off of the tree branch that she thought could hold her weight. "Oh, oh." Louis gasped, cupping his hands to catch her.

"It's okay love, you're safe with me." He talked to her as soothing as possible, wanting her to just jump into his hands so he could pet her and make her feel safe again.

At last the cat fell into his hands and he brought her into his chest, giggling at her. "Aren't you the cutest and fluffiest?" Louis scratched her chest, immediately growing fond of her. "Guess I'm your new daddy now." He continued walking down the street, turning into a neighborhood to reach his house.

With his new pet in his arms and his homework in his bag, he knew he was set for the weekend.