Louis unlocked the door to their new dorm room and headed inside. Once they reached their room, he turned to Harry. “Okay, don’t touch anything. Your bed is on the floor. Here’s a blanket. Go lie down.”
Harry nodded, moving towards the large window. He sat on the floor, watching the activity outside.
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“How’s it going, Lou?” Liam asked through the phone.
“Just amazing, Liam. I’ve always wanted a pet—always a cat. Best thing in the world. I let it do whatever it wants.”
“Louis, cut the bullshit. Don’t treat him badly, you idiot. He didn’t choose to have a tail and ears. Remember how they were made. Scientists, then they proceeded to breed them.”
“Oh, so I just have a stupid science experiment living with me.” Louis rolled his eyes.
“Bye, Louis. Don’t treat him badly.” Liam hung up before Louis could respond with another sarcastic remark.
Louis sighed and called out, “Cat thing, get over here.”
Harry wearily walked out of the other room, his ears drooping and his tail wrapped around his waist.
“Are you thirsty or hungry?” Louis asked.
Hesitantly, Harry nodded, afraid of what would happen next.
“Alright.” Louis shrugged, surprising Harry.
Louis poured milk into a bowl and placed a plate with sliced lunch meat on the floor. “There you go, eat.” He’d expected Harry to protest, to fight over eating on the ground, but was surprised when Harry didn’t say anything. He simply lowered his head and began eating and drinking. He was used to this. He’d always had to do this in his cage. He’d been told that once you got out, life was better—that you usually got a bed of your own. Harry believed them. He trusted that they were right, but they weren’t. The only difference now was that he wasn’t in a cage anymore. Though Harry was certain he wouldn’t be leaving this place.
When Harry finished, Louis was still standing there. “Pick those up and wash them.”
Harry grabbed the dishes and put them in the sink. He didn’t know how to wash them. He only knew where to put them because he’d just watched Louis do it.
“Wash them.”
Harry looked at the dishes then back at Louis and shrugged, unable to explain that he didn’t know how to wash them.
“Do you not know how to wash dishes?”
Harry shook his head.
“Useless cat.” Louis muttered, stepping over to the sink to wash the dishes himself.
Harry nodded and scurried off. He grabbed the blanket Louis had given him and lay on the living room floor, using it as a pillow. He didn’t sleep—he wasn’t tired—but he lay there, staring at the ceiling.
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