HARRY
"Evie?" I call out as I make my way into the house, holding the cookies and drinks.
"In here!" I hear her sweet voice call out. I walk towards her voice to find her sitting on the couch in not only a pair of revealing pajamas, but holding a cat.
a cat.
a disgusting, flea-ridden, attention-stealing feline purring at Evie's fingertips stroking it's fur.
what a fucking joy.
i hate cats.
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hayley our plotline is shit get yourself together and be active for one fucking moment. :) please.
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harriet//styles
Fanfiction"Evie, I have to confess." In which a feline-crazed boy falls in love with his girlfriend's cat.
