Like Cats & Dogs | H. S.

9

"Who knew a baby shower would take so much organizing?" Gigi sighs as she checks her little notebook, "How am I going to fit all these people in our house?"

"I'm just so happy for you guys, I mean wild Gigi, who'd have thought?" You comment.

"I know right? It had been on our minds for a while, and then Zayn got a good job, and we got the place... It just felt the right time."

"This is not the Gigi I remember from college, we didn't plan anything." You laugh and she follows you.

"Yeah... I just got tired of not knowing what's next."

"What about our theme song? 'Que sera, sera'..."

"Guess I finally figured out what I want."

"I wish I could do that... I don't think I'm settling down anytime soon." You sigh.

Gigi places her hand over yours, "Trust me, when you meet the right guy, it's not going to feel like that at all. It's going to feel like you're starting the biggest adventure of your life."

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After two hours of sitting in front of his laptop and not typing a word, Harry groans in frustration and decides to go to the backyard for a bit, contemplating the sea. Your music column is still there, and for his own surprise, he presses the play button. Your music taste wasn't so bad after all...

His laptop beeps with an incoming video call, so he quickly turns off the music and gets back inside, cursing when he trips in one of your dog's toys.

"Hi, Camille." He smiles when he finally reaches the desk.

"Harry, where were you?"

"Just getting some fresh air."

"Be careful, there's a lot of pollen this time of the year."

"Of course."

"Is the old man gone yet?"

"Yeah... Gone, place is empty. Just me." He gulps.

"That's good. How's your paper going?"

"It's... it's coming along."

"Can't wait to read it."

"Yeah... Hey, Camille?"

"Hum?"

"Are you happy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you happy, with us? With me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Harry. I've got to go, I'll call you later okay?"

"Fine. Love... you." He sighs when she hangs up too soon again, "Stop looking at me like that." He tells Mozart when he spots the pet next to him, as if he's judging his owner, "There's no reason for Camille to find out, and it's not like we're doing anything wrong."

The animal meows in response, and he rolls his eyes, focusing on his still empty document.