my angel l.s

chapter #38

after louis left, harry decided to let sadie sleep downstairs as harry was upstairs.

changing into a cute bodysuit and a sweatshirt, he slipped in bed, turning on the television.

he grew hungry an hour later, deciding to go downstairs and make a sandwich.

walking downstairs, he entered the living room, cooing at the pit bull sleeping soundly. he walked in the kitchen, getting the materials.

he sung softly to himself, bopping his head to the left and right as he made the sandwich.

he made two, getting a bag of chips, seeing as it was his cheat day, and got a sprite, heading back upstairs.

on his journey upstairs, he managed to wake up sadie.. and sadie wasn't happy at the slightest.

she started growling, getting up and staring at harry as he started to slowly walk toward the steps.

harry raised his eyebrow, "what? are you hungry or something? i can surely get some dog food out for you.." harry went to but saw some already there.

he looked back at the dog, sadie still growing at harry. harry grew nervous, "what do you- do you want some of my sandwich? i can.. i can give you some of it." he quickly tore some off and threw it towards the dog. the dog didn't flinch.

"i'm.. i'm just going to go upstairs? i'm sure you know how to walk up the steps, sadie, so just come in my room if you need anything." harry quickly walked towards the steps, the dog starting to bark loudly.

"sadie, i don't know what you want. you went to the bathroom right when louis left and i filled you dog food when you got inside.." the dog started running towards harry, foam forming at his mouth as he grew closer.

harry dashed up the steps, unfortunately the dog biting the back of his ankle.

he let out a loud cry, tears immediately coming to his eyes and releasing, though the dog was still on him.

harry shook his leg, "get off!" he shouted with pain, the dog getting off after a few shakes.

harry ran the rest of the way upstairs, getting inside his room, mittens following.

he quickly closed it, dropping the food on the desk closest and limped to his bed, falling on it.

he leaned his head back, letting out a loud whine as his ankle bled, it starting to drip on his leg. "stupid freaking dog!" he cried, scooting towards his nightstand and opening the medicine drawer.

he grabbed a big bandaid, getting something to clean off the cut and some rubbing alcohol.

getting up, he limped to the bathroom, putting his foot over the bathtub, unscrewing the bottle.

he bit down on his lip to brace himself for the pain he was about to feel, slowly turning the bottle over and letting it run over bite.

"fucking shit!" harry shouted, feeling the burn as soon as the first drop landed. he screwed it back on, drying off his foot and limping back to the bed, patching up his ankle.

he grabbed his phone, going to call zayn because he's sure he can't survive these next 48 hours with sadie.