"Evie!" Harry turns from the stove to his kitchen island, swatting at the cat who just stole a chunk of beef from his cutting board and booted. "Don't do that, you little rascal! It's not for you!"
Evie however doesn't care at all and she drops the piece of meat on the floor, that was cleaned just yesterday, not giving a single shit about Harry as she starts to eat the raw meat.
"Why do I even buy you food when you always steal my food?" Harry complains. "You're so rude, who raised you?" Upon realising that it was the same exact woman, Harry lets out a little laugh. "Mum has spoiled you, Evie. I should just let you out so you can catch birds or something."
Evie then looks up at him with big green eyes, licking her little mouth as the meat is already gone. She lets out a little meow and comes closer to Harry. People always say that puppy eyes are very persuasive but have they ever had a cute cat beg for food at their feet? It's much more powerful. Also because cats won't stop at cute looks with their huge eyes and will start to claw up your body like you're a tree.
"You would probably like that, wouldn't you?" Harry chuckles and throws Evie a tiny piece of meat. She'll the leftovers tomorrow either way. He's weak for her. "You little feral, spoiled, pampered beast. I love you. I'm very glad you're not crying for my Mum every day. But you like me too, right, Evie?"
Evie doesn't reply, obviously, but Harry will take her purring as a yes.
Depressingly, Harry is on day 51 of not talking to Zayn. When he got back to London about a week ago, his Mum came over to welcome him and brought Evie along. She kept her there, apparently so Harry doesn't feel lonely. He couldn't even protest because he was lonely. Terribly so. After three years of a committed relationship, Harry missed Zayn like crazy. A single text a day would be enough (it wouldn't but it wouldn't be nothing), but Harry didn't have that and Evie is a great company. She sleeps with him in the bed, often pressed against him like a little purring hot water bottle and it's nice, even if sometimes she wakes him up just before five in the morning begging for food. Harry also talks to her more than he'd ever admit but he's found he's isolating himself a little bit, just because his friends either outright ask about what's going on with him and Zayn or they give him sad, pitying looks. He doesn't need that, really.
So now he often spends his evenings with Evie, cooking or writing or lying on the couch with ice cream as Evie's catching the laser while Harry laughs his arse off. It's not all bad. Not at all. Perhaps he misses a certain person pressed against his back at night or a pair of arms coming up to wrap themselves around Harry's waist but, life isn't perfect, is it?
Evie meows at Harry's feet. When he doesn't look at her, she puts her front paws on his shin and meows again.
"Love, you're not getting anything now," Harry laughs and bends down to quickly pet her. "It's all too hot for you. You'll have a feast like the queen you are tomorrow, alright? Tonight it'll be Whiskas for you, miss. Turkey or salmon?"
Evie meows and drops her paws. She walks off somewhere, probably to jump up at one of the shelves.
"Salmon it is," Harry sighs as he stirs the meat and vegetables in the pan. "I thought so too."
The doorbell rings then. Harry looks at his watch in confusion. It's almost seven in the evening.
He turns the heat down so his food doesn't burn in case it's some strangers annoying him and trying to sell him shit or to get him to join a cult.
"I swear to God Nick, if this is you," Harry says loudly as he walks to the front door. "And you want to drag me to a dinner party, I'm not going anywhere, I just cooked. And my hair is greasy."
When Harry opens the door, he doesn't find Nick on the other side. His throat clenches up so tight he doesn't think he'll ever speak again. But he does.
"You're here," Harry breathes out. He clutches the threshold in fear of falling.
"Can I come in?" Zayn asks.
Harry has always had a hard time saying no to him.
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