a pug named loki

anonymous asked:

why are there four dogs in our house?we don't own four dogs. we don't even own one." for the prompt thing thank youuu❤️

Request 07: Dog Days

Warnings: None

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“I’ve got m'self into a sligh’ predicament,” Harry murmured to himself as he watched the four furry animals play on the floor in front of him. There was a Boarder Collie named Jane, a Pitbull named Zeke, a Pug named Roxanne, and a Chihuahua named Loki. Harry wasn’t surprised at all that they were all getting along. He made sure that they were compatible at the shelter. Which, by the way, didn’t go as planned.

He stepped into the shelter to look at getting you a dog for your birthday. One dog. That was it. Except, he really liked Jane. And Zeke. And Roxanne. And Loki. And he just couldn’t say no, damn it. Especially when he looked into their sad and pleading little eyes.

The volunteers at the shelter looked at him like he was insane when he insisted that he wanted all four at the same time.

“Sir, Mr. Styles, we really don’t recommend adopting more than one or two dogs at a time,” the woman at the front desk said warily.

Harry gave her a sweet smile. “‘Eh, but I like ‘em all. Don’ wan’ anyone to feel left out, yeh see,” he explained.

The woman gave him a tight smile. “O-okay, if that’s what you’d like, we can get started on the paperwork now.”

What seemed like 500 signatures, a boatload of information, and a million questions later, Harry left the shelter with a generous amount of money for the rest of the animals, and he left with his four new furry friends.

That’s why, when he heard your car pull into the garage, he panicked. He just adopted four dogs.

Without your input. And now they were rolling around on the living room floor.

“Hey, Harry, Jeff called me and sai-” you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you.

Your lovely husband stood off to the side of the room and before you were four dogs that definitely were not there when you left the house this morning. You slowly turned your gaze to Harry. “Why are there four dogs in our house? We don’t own four dogs. We don’t even own one,” you said as calmly as possible.

Harry tried to give you a charming smile. “We do now, love!”

“Harry…”

“Look,” he started, walking over to you slowly. “I wanted to get yeh a dog foh yehr birthday. An’ when I went into the shelter… I ended up likin’ four of ‘em. So I got ‘em.”

Your head was spinning, and there was a part of you that was slightly annoyed with the fact that your husband deciding to bring four dogs home without any warning. But all you could do was laugh. You broke out into a giggle and then a full on cackle, laughing so hard you had doubled over. “I love you,” you gasped out when you could finally breathe again.

Harry chuckled and watched you as you knelt down on the floor to greet your fur-babies. Harry got down on the floor as well and introduced you to every dog, informing you of their quirks and their backstories as to why they were at the shelter in the first place.

“So can we keep 'em?” Harry asked, cradling Loki in his arms.

The sight made you crack up again. “Yeah,” you giggled. “We can keep 'em.”