Like Cats & Dogs | H. S.

16

"Humm, hi Frank." You mumble lazily, petting him. You grab your phone to check the time, frowning when you see it's already 7:30am.

You take your bag with the bathroom stuff, "Harry?" You call when you step out of your room, noticing his door is still closed, "You slept in? Well, you snooze, you lose." You shrug, heading to the bathroom.

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"Goodbye. Goodbye..." Harry speaks to himself, walking back and forth in the backyard, groaning in frustration, "Goodbyes are hard... Goodbyes are not easy, and... I don't like to say goodbye, but I wanted you to know that I'll always remember our time together here at this... at this house? Thank you for these two weeks, I wanted you to know that you've changed my life, and... I don't want to say goodbye." He sighs.

"To who, Harry?"

"Camille?" He turns around, gasping.

"Hi!" She laughs, hugging him, "I rang, but no one answered. Who were you talking to?"

"Nobody, uh, myself. I was working on my presentation." He quickly lies, "So good to see you, what are you doing here?"

"I called you last night, didn't you get my message?"

"No... I'm sorry, I must have been sleeping."

"Well, that explains why you weren't at the train station. I hadn't heard from you in a while and was starting to worry that something might have happened, so I thought I could come and see how things were going."

"Everything is... great. Yeah, I finished the paper."

"That's amazing!" Camille squeals, hugging him again, "Congratulations!"

"Thank you..."

"This place looks really lovely." She turns to go inside.

"Wait, where are you going?" Harry panics, following her.

"I was going to look around, is that okay?"

"Of- Of course, yes. It's just there's a bit of a mess around here."

"I'm sure I've seen worse. I'm surprised you like it, it's not really like you." She comments, looking around.

"Yeah, well... I'm going to get Mozart, I'm sure he misses you." He forces a smile.

"Okay." She nods, and he runs upstairs.

"y/n! y/n where are you?" Harry searches inside your room, but then hears noise from the bathroom. He knocks on the door, "y/n, stay in here, okay? Don't come out." He says not too loud.

"Harry?" Camille's voice sounds, and she appears at the stairs, "Mozart is down there, and also there's a dog? Whose is it?" She frowns.

"I-"

"All yours!" You sing as you get out of the bathroom, freezing when you see a woman next to Harry, her jaw dropping, "Oops."

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"I'm so sorry, Harry." You apologize once you got dressed and Harry took his bags to the car, where Camille was waiting with her arms crossed as you and him talk at the front door, "I tried to explain the mix-up, but-"

"It's not your fault, I should've told her from the beginning." He interrupts you.

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't know, I just... Probably didn't want to admit it to myself." He looks down, "Anyway... It's been a very interesting two weeks, I'll never forget you..." He extends a hand and you shake it, fighting your urge to cry while he steps outside and gets into the car.

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"Say goodbye, Frank..." You mutter when you spot your dog sit in front of the glass window, watching them go.

You then notice Harry left the record player, and there's a little note with your name on top of it.

'Take care of this for me.'

You smile at the words, wiping away your tears.