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What do you do when your pop-star boyfriend goes away on tour and leaves you all alone in a massive empty house?
Replace him with a kitten, of course!
I was pretty lonely and depressed, a mixture of missing Harry like crazy and finding the once amazingly beautiful home we shared just a dull, lonesome place I slept in.
I didn’t have to be in it for much of the day, usually, what with University and my frequent library visits but my exams had finished. I had snuck down for a weekend with the parental’s in Bristol but I had ended up back in London, watching every single Grey’s Anatomy episode there ever was.
I couldn’t help it. The cutest photo of a group of fluffy kittens had been plastered on my local supermarkets window with the caption ‘Looking for a good home and lots of love.’
I had to give in and buy one.
Even though I have never even been able to keep a plant alive before, I could do this! I am capable of looking after something! A nice little kitten to keep me company would be great!
I had rushed over to the women’s house (who had, suspiciously, offered me cat biscuits three times in a row while I was cooing over the kittens) and bought the fluffiest, cutest one out of them.
His name became Barry. (Barry? Harry? Geddit? No?)
On a lazy Friday evening, me and Barry had taken a trip up to Primrose hill with a few mates where we shared a bunch of grapes (Me and Harry usually shared a bottle of wine but it was pretty close to being romantic – Barry licked my face at one point.) and meowed repeatedly at people we didn’t like (Harry doesn’t meow. In fact I would be kind of worried if he meowed instead of spoke).
We’d walked all the way home because it was sunny and warm. He was nestled in between my stomach and the denim of my dungarees, making me look like I had some serious bloating issues.
And then it hit me, as soon as I saw the posh black car parked in the driveway, which Friday Harry had meant when he was texting me his day’s off.
I practically ran, cupping my hand around Barry’s soft lump under my dungarees, as I entered the house.
‘HELLO!’ I grinned; spotting Harry’s muscular back in the kitchen, a beanie carelessly thrown around his curls.
‘Hello, how are you?’ he turned around, speaking in his usual husky voice, before kissing me on both cheeks.
‘I’m…great, thanks. You?’
‘I’m good. Even better now that I remember I have you all to myself for the whole weekend.’ He smirked, planting a kiss on my lips
‘Well…err…’ I slipped Barry out and brandished the kitten in his face. ‘Meet Barry.’
‘Harry?’ he said in surprise as I slid onto the counter, crossing my legs and stroking the kitten.
‘Barry! He’s your replacement for when you’re on tour.’
‘You replaced me with a kitten?’ he reached out to caress him.
‘Yeah. I got lonely and Barry came at my time of need.’
He chuckled, hugging me as he stroked my hair. I took a deep breath in the intoxicating smell of his shampoo and realized how much I had missed him. Putting my hands on either side of his neck, I planted sweet kisses along his jawline before earnestly kissing him on the lips as Barry made unintimidating growling noises.
After we had pulled away, I placed Barry next to Harry and studied them.
‘You’re pretty much twins.’
‘Are you calling me a pussy?’ he raised an eyebrow, looking over at him just as Barry let out the cutest cat yawn ever.
‘Oh my god, he yawned! Did you see that? That was so cute!’ I gushed, melting on the spot as I cuddled Barry.
‘Does Barry sleep all day like other kittens?’
‘Hm. Depends if it’s a university day or not. On free days, he sits on my lap while we watch Under Employed or old Scrubs episodes. It’s pretty fun.’
‘I bet you’ve enjoyed having the house all to yourself.’ Harry laughed, moving across to the fridge.
‘Nah. It’s been pretty shit. I’ve missed your ugly mug.’
‘I’ve missed you too.’ He murmured, taking the cap off a bottle of cold water. ‘Do you want to go out for dinner?’
‘I figured we could just stay in.’ I shrugged. Having spent a great deal of my time hibernating in this place, you’d figure that I’d want to get out ASAP but I found myself being rather willing to stay in. ‘We can order in from Jerk City?’
I put my wine glass down, sighing contently as I snuggled myself into him (Harry, not Barry. Barry was fast asleep in the corner of the room, probably dreaming about kittens from the opposite sex). My stomach was filled with Jamaican takeaway and I felt slightly sleepy as I half watched the documentary that was running on the telly.
‘Tired?’ he murmured against my hair, tightening his grasp around me. I shrugged, feeling anything other than emptiness. I didn’t want to admit that if I put my head on any sort of fluffy, soft item I would doze off straight away because a part of me wanted him to make sweet, sweet love to me all night.
I think a debate should take place over what I should do.
‘Are you actually watching this documentary or can I turn it off and drag you upstairs?’ I asked him, wrinkling my nose in question as he smiled down at me, his cheeky dimples ruining his hipster vibe.
Debate over. Harry’s made the decision for me.
Woooo x - Zainab