~Harry's POV~


I pull into the driveway of my flat, and grab as many bags as I can and carry them inside. I leave my chicken in the biggest bag, because it's so heavy, It takes both hands,

As I make it up to my doorway, I set the bags down by my feet. I feel my pockets for my keys, and fish it out of y back pocket. I unlock the door, pushing it open. It swings free of the lock, and I bend down picking up my grocerys, waltzing in my home.

I set my shit on the table top, walking back out to make the big move.

The chicken move.

I make it back to my car, and stare at the giant size chicken occupying the whole trunk of my car. Damn. This is one mighty chicken. I think Im actually going to have some leftover to be honest.

WHICH IS AWESOME. I like chicken.

I place both my arms on each side of the chicken, making sure Im holding it carefully so I don't drop it.

Wouldnt want a broken chicken, would we?

I heave it up, and hurriedly pace back to my kitchen to set down the massive chicken. I place it on my dining table, and it takes up a little less then half of it. It's then I notice how big this chicken actually is.

This isn't even normal. What the hell kind of chicken would be this big? No chicken. But I guess there has to be considering its sitting on my table, right?

Also Perty wouldn't have given it to me, Harry Styles, if it wasn't a real chicken.

He probably gave me this exvlusive chicken that only I get because Im so cool. Yeah, that's exactly what happened.

But then why did he just disappear?

Eh, I don't care. I have a giant chicken that I can feed to an army, but Im going to hog it all for my friends, family, and of course, myself.

Once a chicken, always a chicken.

I unpack all of my groceries from their bag, and put them all in the spots they go. I am very OCD when it comes to food. My food has to be organized.

Or else I'll throw it all at a wall.

I grab a can of cat food out of my cat cabinet, and crack it open. The cat fishy tunaish fumes spread and I inhale through my nose, making me make a weird face. I don't like the smell of cat food.

It smells like a tuna pooped a rotation fish, and then my cat at it then licked my face. GROSS. { ignore this: Joseph gross }

I hear my cats little paw steps { it's a cat, not a human, therefore I say paw steps instead of foot steps } come from around the corner. The little bell on her collar jingles louder as she appears in front of me, hearing the cracking of her canned food. I grab a cat food spoon and place half of it in her little dish to much on. Her dinner is at 4.

"C'mon Mookie, eat up." as soon as the food plops into her bowl, she starts crowing down. Damn, she was hungry.

As I place the spoon in the dishwasher, and the lid for the half of cat food on the can, my doorbell rings.

Louis! My Lou Boo! I invited him over at 5, but being early doesnt kill anybody.

OH MY GOSH.

HE CAN MEET THE CHICKEN.

I make a mad dash too the door, and pause before opening it.

Wait, I should name my big chicken friend, shouldn't I?

Yes. He had a name at one point. It is the right thing to do.

What shall I name him? I want it to be a boy, that way it won't be awkward eating him tomorrow, so I should give him a cool name.

I got it! I know his name!

HAZZA JR.

Notes

I wasn't even gonna update this book again, bc ya know, it's stupid which is what I was aiming for, { to be stupid enough to be funny } which apparently it actually is, and yeah. Btw, this isn't my actual account. it's my fav one just for this story, and for any other lame stories I have,

and my user, Im trying to find a new one bc I just needed one for really quick, and yeah. this account is going to be based on stupid but funny stories,

also, when I wrote the Joseph gross, that's my crush. His last name is Gross, so everytime I say gross, I say Joseph gross. so just ignore that of I do it.

I hope you enjoy reading this!

Byers!

oh, btw, I will not be sharing my real account. I will only to people who ask for it, and only in messege bc I want it to be a secret.

SO IF I TELL YOU, SHUSH.