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David and Niall both pop out of their seats and rush out the bar, just like Harry did seconds earlier. Niall may not know Harry very well, but he still felt like he should care.

harry☃p.o.v

Who does David think he is? He has the nerve to talk about my family in front of a stranger. A stranger, whom I barely know. I can't even remember his name. Why did I even tell David about my family? I am only friends with him inside the bar, when he's drunk. I don't go out with him like buddies and catch up- no, it's just him in the bar talking about his problems. I must have been blasted to tell him anything remotely about me. Bloody twa.t

I quickly walk towards my flat, grumbling underneath my breath as I try to keep my cool. I haven't cried in years about it, why should I break that record just because David brought it up? That's right, I shouldn't.

As I enter my flat, I can hear the shouts of David behind me and I know that the stuttering blonde boy is following right behind him, but, I need alone time.

I lock the door behind me, throwing my coat to the floor then rubbing my hands against my face. I was going to stay home from work anyways, though I needed the money so I didn't. I should've.

niall ☂ p.o.v

David constently knocking on Harry's door did get on my nerves, probably getting on Harrys too.

"He's not coming, out, out, out." David sighs in response, resting his forehead against the door.

"I'm really stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Well I guess theres nothing else I can do," David finally walks out back into the streets. "Goin' home, see you tomorrow, buddy." He waves at me before I see him disappear around a corner. Well then, aren't you just a caring friend?

I sigh to myself, walking back towards my flat. I honestly feel bad for Harry, I mean, I don't know much about him but, I know how it feels to lose your parents. I didn't lose my mom but I lost my dad due to a car accident. He had a seizure behind the wheel, leading to him running off the road and into a tree.

Suddenly, theres a hiss and a cry near my right in an alley. I should check it out. But what if isn't two cats like I think and a cat and person? Or, what if its a person pretending to be a cat? Pushing my thoughts aside, I walk into the alley.

"H-hello? Kitty, kitty, kitty?" I nervously call out to the unknown. I screech when I see a dog, well, puppy appear in front of me. His/her head is tilted slightly to the side, looking up at me. Its coat looks like it would be pure white but instead is covered in dirt. I crouch down to its level, careful not touching the ground. "Hi, hi, hi, little do-" I scream and stand up, falling backwards when it barks, little hairs on the back of its neck standing up. I land on my bum with a groan, not only because it hurt, but because im sitting on nasty ground. I shiver slightly at the thought.

I scream louder when i'm face-to-face to the thing, its beady little black eyes staring right back at mine, like its looking into my soul.

"What on godly Earth-" I scream again and scatter away from the strangers voice, the pup (whom i am calling unkown) subtly wagging its stubbed tail whilst following me. "What the-?" Unknown starts barking again.

The stranger picks up Unknown but screams and drops it when it snaps at his finger. I scream when he drops the puppy and screams himself, the alley soon turning into a screaming/barking fest.

I stop screaming and quickly stand up, looking up at the stranger, only seeing a silhouette. "Who-who are you, you, and-and-and what do, do you want, want, want?"

"Calm down, blondie, It's Harry." Unknown barks at Harry as he runs his fingers through his locks. I take a deep breath, relieved its only Harry. Ugh, Harry.

"Its Niall, Niall, Niall. Not blondie," I huff and cross my arms. If I have the decency to remember his name, he should remember mine. You were also just screaming, you can't blame him if you scared his thoughts out of him.

"We're all alone, Niall, you don't have to stutter." Nevermind, may be his thoughts are always mean.

"I told, told, you. I can't, can't, can't help it," I don't want to be here anymore so I quickly walk out of the alley.

"Hey, wait! What about the dog?" I stop and turn around, looking at the sad Unknown. Dang.

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"Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas-"

"What are you doing?"

Harry spins on one of the stools sat by my kitchen island watching me whilst I repeatdly repeat different names to Unknowness (we earlier found out its a girl when we gave her a bath), sitting on clean white carpet.

As I hold up Unkowness, black eyes stare into mine, I try to think of a good name, "I need, need, need names."

"Bonnie," Harry looks down at his phone.

"Excuse me, me?"

"Well, she's a Jack Russell Terrier, they're from Britain, Bonnie is orginally from Britain, it all works out." Harry shrugs as he puts his phone away.

"I don't, don't think Bonnie comes, comes, comes from-"

"Try it out before you say no,"

I sigh and look at Unknowness, "Bonnie," her ears immediately perk up to the sound of 'Bonnie'.

Harry spins in my chair, a smug look on his face, "I told you."

I opened my mouth to say something back but realized it would have been useless. "Fine, Bonnie, Bonnie it is."

"Bonnie! Bonnie, come here you good girl!" Harry coos, Bonnie scrambling out of my grip and running into Harrys. I huff and cross my arms, I guess I'm not the favorite. But the way Harrys eyes lit up made up for it. What am I saying?

But, she quickly whimpers, running out of his grip and into the living room before squating and...taking a dump on my carpet.

"Bonnie!" We both yell in union, Harry running up to her and shooing her away. I feel nauseous as I see my clean carpet becoing dirty in front of my own eyes.

"Get a paper towel and pick it up you'll be fine," Harry sighs as I gasp in horror.

"You expect me to, to, to pick up that, that, horrible feces?" I look away from the scene.

"You act like its a murder crime scene; but fine, i'll pick it up."

I smile in relief and look over at Harry as he grabs a paper towel before reaching down and picking up it. His back muscles flex as he pushes himself off the ground. He may be a jerk but he sure is fit.

"Uhm, what did you just say?" Harry smiles brightly as he throws away the pile, washing his hands afterwards.

"What?"

"Did you just call me fit?" I suddenly feel my face burn, most likely a crimson red appearing all over my face as I stutter to find the right words.

"I-uh-I-I-I didn't-" I scratch my forearms in frustration.

"I don't swing that way, but thanks for the compliment." Harry begins to put his coat on and his boots. I feel so embarrassed, I feel bloody horrible about myself.

"I didn't-didn't mean it that-that-that way." I look down at my forearms.

"However you meant it, doesn't matter. I have to go to work so thanks for the little break in my walk." Harry gives me one last smile before walking out my door.

Holy cow. I lay down on my back as I keep scratching at my forearms. That happened so quick, I don't even know what to say to myself. Why did I do that? What exactly just happened? What?

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a.n this was just sorta a filler but yay I updated. I'm so tired wowza. btw I imagine Bonnie as my dog which should be on the side or at the beginning of the chapter if your on mobile. isn't she adorable. her little bark is just so ugh. her actual name is Bonnie so wow I'm so original. also Bonnie does comes from Britain , it comes from the Scottish word "Bonnie" which means pretty. bc she's adorably prettyfull.

but you guys wanna talk about this chapter BECAUse I DO

I MEAN WOWZA HARRY FIT

WHOA NIALL TAKE IT EASY COWBOY

harry will- OOPS NO SPOILERS

#sorrynotsorry

there might be cute stuff coming up

may be

may be not

anywho, stay fabulous, my friend x.