I Have a Stupid Boyfriend part 3
There’s gonna be one more part after this but I haven’t quite finished it yet. it should be up tomorrow and then i’ll continue the other imagine/drabble i posted the other day!
Due to me staying awake longer than Harry, it made sense that he was up before me. I woke up to an empty bed and two kittens meowing at me. I grinned, petting them for a few minutes before deciding that it was time to get up.
It was now Saturday and neither Harry nor I had to do any work for the next two days.
I walked into the kitchen to find Harry sipping at a cup of tea, muzzling his nose into a tissue. “Hey.”
Harry looked up at me. He grinned, “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
I shrugged, “It was alright. I was worried about you.”
“Y’don’t have to, sweetheart,” and with that he sneezed twice into the tissue he was holding. He sniffled hard.
I asked, “How’d this cold hit you so hard?”
It was Harry’s turn to shrug. “I have to go to Niall’s to grab something in a bit but it shouldn’t take long.”
“Why can’t Niall bring it to you? You’re clearly under the weather!”
Harry explained, “He’s caught up with somethin’ for work. If I want to get it before the weekend’s over I’ve got to get it myself.”
“What do you even have to get?”
“My glasses.” Harry rubbed at his eyes. “Can’t put in contacts when ‘m sneezin’ and coughin’ like this.”
I asked Harry if I could come with him and he declined. He said that we should try and spend as much time as possible with the kittens this weekend so that their, “first impression” of us wasn’t that we were bad parents. I rolled my eyes but I knew what he meant. Leaving our pets alone in our house the day after we got them wasn’t exactly the best idea.
“When are you gonna go?” I asked.
“In a few minutes. Shouldn’t take me too long unless I have trouble getting into his flat.”
And boy did he have some trouble.
But, he got them and when he returned he sounded a bit better.
A week or so later, Harry was still sniffling and sneezing a bit but not as much as he had been when he first fell ill. As time went on, he would have these epic sneezing fits every few days or so and I was beginning to worry about him. What if the cold was more serious than we had anticipated? I didn’t know what was going on with him, but it began to slip my mind after about a month and a few days.
The first time it really slipped my mind was when I was preparing to have Anne and Gemma over to our flat for dinner. They were in town and they wanted to stop by for the evening and Harry and I decided that it would be more personal if we stayed in instead of going out for a meal.
As I was talking to Anne, Harry cut me off when I was about to mention our cats.
He said, “Don’t tell my mum we’ve got cats. She’s allergic. I’m gonna put them in our bedroom while they’re here so she hopefully doesn’t react. Also, don’t tell Gemma. Gemma will definitely tell my mum.”
I nodded and quickly changed the subject.
Later on when they arrived, I noticed that Harry was a little congested. The memory of him being ill for so long came back into my mind.
“Are you feeling alright?” I asked. Harry nodded and turned to answer one of Anne’s questions.
That was the end of that for a little while.
I eventually became distracted again and I had a good time talking with Anne and Gemma while Harry helped me prepare dinner. While it was cooking we sat down in the family room and talked until dinner was ready.
We ate and discussed parts of each other’s lives, and it was really quite lovely.
I heard a faint meow and Harry went to check on the cats. At that point, Gemma and Anne had been over for a couple of hours. I was shocked that Anne wasn’t reacting at all, considering we hadn’t lint-rolled any of our furniture.
I assumed that she had gotten over the allergy and hadn’t told Harry, so I said, “Must be nice to get over an allergy. Harry told me you were allergic to cats but it seems like that’s all faded away, huh?”
Anne and Gemma both cocked their heads. “What did Harry tell you?” Gemma asked.
“He said that I shouldn’t mention our kittens because your mum’s allergic,” I said. “Is that not right? I am a tad confused to be honest.”
Anne rolled her eyes, “That boy is an absolute nut.” She then looked up at me. “I’m not allergic to cats, but do you want to know who is?”
At that moment, Harry entered the room.
He asked, “What are we talking about?”
All three of us glared at him.
He chuckled nervously. “What’s happening?”
“Your mum’s not allergic to cats.” I folded my arms.
Harry’s expression dropped. He knew he was fucked. But since he only has two brain cells, he said, “What? You’re not? That’s bizarre, I could’ve swor-“
“Can it, you lemon!” Gemma bit. “Haz, you know that this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, right?”
“I think we should go now, Gems,” Anne announced. “We’ll see you two tomorrow, if Harry’s still got his head.”
The door shut, leaving only Harry and I in our apartment.
