#nutmeg!

🔹️🔹️Flat 302🔹️🔹️

by crissyfleur (AO3) / crissylourry (Twitter/X)

Chapters: 62/62

Words: 312k

Summary

On the third floor, in Flat 302, life was anything but ordinary. It was the kind of place where the door was always open, smelled like takeaway and you could always hear laughter echoing through the halls. And living there was fucking great, until Harry Styles moved in.

Or

Watching the birds at the vet today. The regular vet a mile away didn’t have appointments today so I went to their partner clinic 13 miles away. Mom took me, thank god. She bought me and Robin dinner too.

Nutmeg is in her bed in her favorite spot, which is warmed from below by the electric blanket, with cat TV on (endless youtube video also of birds) and food and water close so she doesn’t have to get up.

My dad went to Tennessee after all, because my grandmother, it seems, is truly dying too, strangely similarly, not wanting to eat or drink.

I finally got a picture of this incredibly cute thing Nutmeg does where she gently presses her forehead against my thigh and just sits still in that pose for a few seconds

bonus picture:

She immediately hops out of it and meows in an aggrieved way

She stands there on the guest bed visibly thinking, What shall I do now?