SPACES [Editing]

Midnights

Hi. This chapter might be a product of my rage writing (if that's even a thing) bc as you all know (or not), I've been keeping an outline of this story.

But my phone got reset (I honestly feel really angry whenever I think about it) and I lost EVERYTHING, as in it was restored to its original ~new phone~ phase.

I know it's shallow and a bit materialistic but I've lost really important stuff.

I mean I have a backup for the outline but that was from one year ago and so many things have changed and I've had the next chapters planned out and it's annoying and ok now I'm just ranting.

Anyway, I just wanted to inform you guys that I'm getting my shit together so I can finish the story.

Let's do this.

Louis Tomlinson

[FLASHBACK!!!!!! An actual flashback!!!!!!:

"Why are we doing this again?" I asked Harry who was petting Gemma's cat on its head.

"Because. Gemma asked if we were busy and then you went on and told her that we're cancelling our weekend trip."

"Okay but why is that cat on your lap? That's my spot." I was furious.

"Because we have to take care of him while Gemma's gone."

"Why?!"

"Because she's my sister."

"No, I mean, why do we have to spend our weekend taking care of a cat?! I mean, it's a cat, you can leave it on the floor and just pour out food on its plate and just... can you put him down?" I told Harry, who was trying to lift the fat cat up from his lap.

He put the cat down, but then it leapt up to the table and then back to Harry's lap.

"Okay Mister I was trying to be nice, but he's my man. So just... can you just get down, please? Anywhere in the house is fine. Just... not on Harry's lap. Okay? Yes? Okay? Good. Now scram." I told the cat. And then it got up lazily and moved to the couch just beside where we were sitting.

"See? He understands," Harry looked at him fondly.

"Well I was hoping he'd move a bit further away, but a deal's a deal, so. You're mine again!" I pressed a quick kiss on his lips before lying down on his lap. "Much better."

"Why do you hate cats so much? They're sweet creatures."

"No, I'm a sweet creature. And I don't hate them, I've just never been a cat person, you know? I mean we've had a couple of dogs growing up but never cats. Maybe my mom was allergic to cats." I played with his hair which is at it's longest so far.

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"Dogs bark a lot," he said. "cats are calm."

"They're waaay too calm. It's like they don't even care about time at all."

"That's because they don't," he said confidently.

"Are you just saying that to sound cool?" I asked. He does that sometimes.

"No, I said it as a matter of fact, thank you very much." For some reason, I believed him. "At some point they really do stop caring about time at all. It's programmed in their neocortex."