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Start To Finish - A.T. - 2

Chapter 2 - a blossoming bond and Halloween antics

chapter 1

a/n: so there should be one more chapter after this, sorry about the wait, I haven’t had much motivation to write recently - hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think!

warnings: swearing, mentions of children, I think that’s it

—3—

The next few weeks are filled with more cute moments as Bowie becomes more comfortable with you and the three of you grow into a little family unit. You have developed a little routine of watching TV in the evenings, you and Alex cuddling up on the couch with Bowie sprawled across one of your laps, depending on who is in the most comfortable position. On occasion he will lie along the top of the sofa, behind your heads, sometimes batting you if he doesn’t feel he’s getting enough attention.

However, this isn’t usually an issue, not when Alex is the most attentive cat dad in the world. Him and Bowie have formed a bond that you wouldn’t ever have expected, and they're practically inseparable. Of course, Bowie loves you too, but he definitely knows that Alex can never deny him anything, and he uses that to his advantage. You often have to stop Alex from giving the kitten more food when he’s already been fed in the morning.

“But he’s hungry! He told me!”

“Alex, he’s a cat, and I already fed him this morning-”

“He gave me the meow, the special food meow, and look his bowl’s empty!”

Alex plays with Bowie as well, utilising all of the toys that he bought him. Bowie’s favourite is a little pink mouse, ironically the most plain and simple toy that he has.

Almost every day, Alex will spend half an hour throwing the mouse down the hallway, giggling like a kid as Bowie runs after the toy, skidding and slipping on the hardwood as he chases it. After a few weeks, Bowie has been trained - Alex jogs into the living room one day, a grin plastered across his face, Bowie trotting behind him.

“Babe, come and look at this-”

“One sec, Al, just let me finish this-”

“No, I’m serious, this is so cool, you’re gonna love it.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you up off the sofa, leading you to the long hallway, Bowie not far behind (as always).

“Right, watch this.”

Alex positions you out of the way, against the wall, then goes to call Bowie over so he’s stood in front of him. He brandishes the pink mouse in his hand, immediately getting the cat’s attention.

“Bowie…fetch!”

He throws the toy down the corridor and you wince at the scratch of claws on hardwood as Bowie throws himself after the mouse, a black flash down the hallway. Cute, but nothing you haven't seen before. But then Bowie reaches the mouse and bends his head down, picking up the pink toy carefully between his teeth before turning and trotting back up the corridor towards Alex, his tail pointing up happily, his eyes bright and alert. Its quite comical really, a tiny kitten dragging along a toy mouse that barely even fits in his mouse. He’s determined, you’ll give him that. Then, to top it all off, he drops the mouse directly in front of Alex’s feet. Alex turns to you, the biggest smile on his face and he crouches down to stroke and praise Bowie.

“Such a clever cat, aren’t you? The cleverest cat.”

“I’ve got to admit, Alex, that’s pretty impressive.”

“Isn’t it?” He looks stupidly proud as he scratches the cat’s back.

“How long did it take you to train him?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Erm…like every day for the last two weeks…”

You laugh and reach down to ruffle Alex’s hair, mimicking the way he’s petting your cat.

“You have too much time on your hands, babe.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes playfully, scooping Bowie up into his arms and turning to you, so the cat is sandwiched in between you. You lean over to peck Alex’s lips, then lean down to plant a kiss on Bowie’s head. Warmth spreads through your chest as you look at your beautiful boyfriend holding your beautiful kitten, a smile on his face and purrs emanating from Bowie’s little body. This is your life, and it doesn’t get much better than this.

Later that day, you head out to the shops, grabbing a few groceries and some chicken for dinner. When you left, Alex was practising his ‘fetch’ trick with Bowie, laughing and giggling as he tried to see how far he could get the cat to run with the mouse in his mouth. He was thoroughly entertained. But as you open the door, the apartment seems quiet. A little too quiet. You put the shopping bags in the kitchen, then head to the living room in a search for your boys. It doesn’t take long to find them.

Alex is spread out on the sofa, lying flat on his back with his arms behind his head, one leg falling off the end. You can hear some light snores, his mouth hanging half open. Bowie is spread across his chest, his head nestled in Alex’s shirt, his paws clinging to Alex’s shoulders so that he doesn’t slip off. They obviously tired themselves out and your heart practically melts at the sight of them. You snap a quick photo, sending it to Jamie and Katie because you know they'll laugh, having sent you an almost identical photo of Jamie when their son was born.

You tiptoe quietly to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb their nap, starting to cook dinner.

—4—

Time passes quickly in your little family bubble, and before you know it, it’s Halloween. And of course, Alex wants to buy Bowie a costume.

“Alex, he’s a cat-”

“Yes, a black cat, he’s practically made for Halloween, so he’s got to dress up. All the lads’ kids are gonna dress up and they’ll send photos and-”

“I’m not sure it’s the same, Al…”

But he shoots you a petulant look and you have to laugh. He’s so determined that Bowie will be dressed up, there’s nothing you could say to stop him anyway. Not that you’d want to - now that you think about it, you realise how adorable your kitten could look in a costume.

“Okay, what costume are you thinking then?”

Alex’s face lights up, you can practically see the cogs whirring in his head as he starts listing ideas.

“Maybe like a pirate costume? Or…no, thats weird. A pumpkin. Orange would look good. Or even- he- he could go as David Bowie but I- can you get face paint for cats? That’s probably not a thing…maybe not David then. Or…or wings, maybe? Something simple like that? He could be like a bat, and I could dress up as Batman and-”

You’re giggling at this point and you take Alex’s hands in yours to stop him gesticulating wildly.

“Wings sound brilliant, love. Let’s keep it simple for his first Halloween, yeah?”

“Good idea.” Alex nods and smiles, pecking your lips, then your cheek and your forehead.

“Where are you going to get wings for a cat?”

Alex just smirks and taps his nose knowingly.

“I’m an A-list celebrity, babe.” He chuckles. “I have contacts in the fashion industry.”

You roll your eyes at his antics.

Halloween soon rolls around. Alex had been quite secretive about Bowie’s costume, wanting it to be a surprise for you. You’re excited, you won’t deny it.

Finally, it’s the evening of the 31st.

“You ready?” Alex calls from the bedroom. He took Bowie in there 15 minutes ago, and you’ve heard some muffled swearing and laughing coming from behind the closed door.

“Yes!” you shout back with genuine excitement.

Alex opens the door with a flourish - Bowie is settled happily on the bed, a pair of black wings sitting comfortably on his back. As you coo and stroke the happy cat, you inspect the wings more closely. They’re brilliantly made, shiny leather stretched over the frame with diamantes studded along the border of the wings. A smart leather harness secures the wings comfortably around Bowie’s chest. It fits perfectly, almost as if…

“Did you have these tailor made?”

Alex shrugs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe…”

You hold Bowie on your lap while Alex takes photos, his nose scrunched in concentration as he takes pictures on his phone, then swaps the phone for his camera to take some snaps on that too. Bowie is getting restless at this point and you both giggle as you try to get him to sit still and look in the general direction of the camera.

“He looks so handsome, Al, you’ve done well with these.”

“Thanks, babe.” Alex smiles, rubbing a hand up and down your back, pulling you into his side to watch as he sends the photos of Bowie to the band group chat. The other guys immediately send some laughing emojis, while Nick comments on how cute your cat looks.

“Don’t tell them I said this, but my boy looks better than all of their kids…” Alex smirks down at you and you laugh, kissing his cheek.

“I agree. Much cuter. Aren’t you, Bowie?” and you hear a meow echo from the kitchen in agreement.

Bowie is growing fast now, but his habits still stay the same. He always sleeps in your bed, usually curled up between you and Alex, or in his favourite spot just above Alex’s head. Bowie loves you, of course he does, but the bond that he has with Alex is special. He knows that Alex is the lenient parent, allowing him extra food and treats, whereas you’re more sensible - more strict, Alex would say.

He’s longer now, growing into a lanky young cat, losing that kitten clumsiness. You find yourself scrolling through photos of him on your phone, wondering how that tiny little kitten is growing so fast.

Christmas comes around fast, and you spend the festive period having fun with Alex and Bowie. Almost all of your friends have met Bowie at this point, and he loves the attention, always trying to get as many strokes from visitors as possible, although usually resorting back to sitting on your or Alex’s lap when he gets tired.

Alex buys and wraps presents for Bowie to ‘open’ on Christmas day, most of the presents being cat toys or treats. He also gets him a new leather collar, a size bigger to fit your rapidly growing cat. You transfer the “Bowie” name tag over to the new strap, adjusting the new collar around Bowie’s neck while he purrs and rubs himself against your leg.

“He’s getting big.” Alex remarks as he watches you pamper the cat.

“Isn’t he? He’ll be 1 soon. Isn’t that crazy?”

“Can’t imagine life without him to be honest.” Alex sighs and frowns. “I’m not sure what I’ll do when we have to tour again. I’ll miss the two of you too much.”

“We’ll be okay, Al. We can come visit you.”

“Bowie? On a plane? That sounds like a good idea.” Alex feigns enthusiasm and you both laugh at the thought, your entitled, loud cat having to sit still for an entire plane journey.

“Well, people take their toddlers on planes. Can’t be any worse than that?” You remark.

“True. Maybe one day, we’ll have to take a toddler and a cat. We’ll have our hands full then.” Alex smiles at you, the meaning in his words making your heart race, and you giggle.

“Let’s stick with a cat for now, Al, take it one step at a time.” But thinking about the future really does excite you - life is good.

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