Like Cats & Dogs | H. S.

7

"So, how's the house?" Camille asks through Harry's laptop screen.

"It's beautiful, right near the water. I'm gonna get so much work done once they're gone." Harry replies, immediately rethinking his words.

You were arriving at that exact moment, and although you didn't usually pry, you can't avoid hearing this conversation.

"When who's gone?" Camille frowns, "Harry, I thought you were alone there."

"I will be. It's just the rental company, they messed something up and double booked the place."

"With who?"

"It's this old guy, he's kinda smelly, and he's got this mutt... But they'll be gone tomorrow." He lies and your jaw drops with his description. You huff and decide to go to your room.

"Great, you really need to focus. My father is counting on you and so am I." Camille says.

"I know, I will. I miss you, do you miss me?" Harry smirks.

"It's been pretty busy around here, but of course I do." She smiles, "Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight, I love... you." He sighs when she ends the call before he could finish the sentence. Mozart meows next to his feet, "What? It wasn't exactly a lie." He says and the animal meows again, "Besides, they'll be gone tomorrow. Nobody will ever know, and nobody will get hurt."

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"Morning, Frank." You yawn, the sun light coming softly through the windows, "Hum, what's that noise?"

You get out of the bed and put on your robe, heading downstairs and finding Harry jumping rope.

"Morning." He greets you, stopping.

"Yeah, it is..."

"I like to do a little early work out."

"At 6am?"

"Yeah, best time to do exercises." He explains, laying on a carpet on the floor and starting doing sits-ups, "No noises, no distractions. I can work myself into a calm, meditative state."

Mozart suddenly runs over him, followed by Frank, "Wow!"

"Frank!" You shout, jumping over his body, and he sighs, closing his eyes and cursing the situation.

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It didn't take long for you to notice your routine was very different from Harry's. From him knocking on the bathroom door for you to hurry up in your time, to him drinking this greenish weird thing for breakfast while you opt for the rest of yesterday's pizza.

"That's not good for you, you know!" He shouted above the blender's noise, but you ignored him.

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Harry started placing his work stuff on the desk in the living room, his organization and perfectionism showing when he places his laptop and notes neatly, everything in its right spot. He only has his name and degree written in the Word document, he's having some difficulty in how to start. He takes a deep breath and when he was about to type, the sound of loud music coming from outside causes him to frown and stand up from the chair.

You were sitting in the backyard with Frank, camera in hand and a music column next to you.

"Hello?" Harry approaches, "Could you turn the music down, please?"

"What?" You speak above the sound.

"The music, could you turn it down? I'm trying to write."

"Well, I'm trying to get inspiration for my photographs."

"Use headphones?"

"I don't like them." You shrug, snapping another shot.

Harry rolls his eyes and presses the volume button himself, "I thought we were attempting to get along."

"We were, until you called me smelly and my dog a mutt."

"How did you-" His phone rings, interrupting him, "Ah, it's the rental company. I'm sure they've found something."

"Good, you won't be stuck with me anymore." You scoff.

He fakes a smile, accepting the call, "Hello. Yes. Oh, okay... Uh, very well then... Thank you, goodbye."

"So?" You raise an eyebrow and he sighs.

"We're stuck with each other."