You hadn't felt so nervous in a long time. You had woken up at about three in the morning with an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Looking around your apartment it seemed as though nothing had been moved and no one was there however you couldn't find your cat. You called out his name and shook his food packets, but he didn't come out. Instantly you began to panic about where he had gone. He was a house cat, and you made sure he was never in a room with a window open and he'd never tried to get out of the front door, so it terrified you as to where he had gone.
What if something bad had happened? He'd never been outside before, he didn't know what dangers the world brought. He didn't know that cars weren't just big metal cats but would hurt him or that not all humans were good.
You went out into the hall and tried to call out for him, but he didn't come running back. Your only thought was to get help. Running up the stairs, you banged your hand against the metal door. Your boyfriend lived in the loft above yours, sharing it with his best friend. You kept your hand hitting the metal until you heard it ache and open.
The tired redhead yawned as he opened the door.
"Y/N?" He asked.
Mark wasn't wearing his glasses and he wore his pyjamas, seemingly haven been awoken by your knocking which didn't surprise you.
"Is Roger home?" You questioned.
"He's in bed."
You pushed your way past him and to Roger's bedroom. You didn't bother knocking, just making your way over to her bed, sitting on the mattress. You shook him gently until he let out a grunt as he woke up.
"Roger," you whispered.
He raised his head from his pillow, his long brown hair a complete mess from his slumber.
"Y/N are you okay?" He yawned.
"I know it's three in the morning, but I can't find my cat," you whispered, your tears brimming in your eyes.
Instantly he woke up, sitting up to caress your cheek with his hand.
"It's going to be okay," he said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "We'll find him."
He rolled out of his bed, pulling on a shirt and slipping on a pair of slippers. He held you in his arms, kissing the top of your head.
"He can't have gotten far," he smiled. "He's probably just found a warm place to cuddle down and sleep. We will find him."
You smiled softly. "Thank you Roger."
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Written by Charlotte.
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