Y/N hasn’t left his side since he found her a week ago and he can’t say it’s the worst thing. Sure, she can be a menace and an absolute nuisance at times, and she eats all of his food, but she expresses her gratitude in his saving and feeding her by protecting him, whether it be from seedy burglars or a raccoon that had scampered in through his open patio door. And he can’t say the company isn’t nice either, since he’d never liked being alone in the first place.
“Harry,” she begins, voice soft, low, and borderline monotone that drags him from his reverie, and he looks towards where she sits besides him on the couch, “I’m bored. Can we go to the grocery store?”
His brows furrow, “We went yesterday, what could you possibly need from the grocery store?”
“Milk, please.” She stands up and grabs his keys, her gestural way of saying that she is going with or without him, “And Little Debbie.”
Y/N is 100% not a human
(this is part 1 of a small little series I’ll be writing in between one shots!!)