british accent · singer · affectionate · domestic · tattoos · long term relationship · creative · sensitive · london setting
"Babe, it’s cold!" Harry whined, sinking into the mattress as you applied a chilled face mask. Three weeks into lockdown, supplies were dwindling, though not gone. He sighed, feeling the cool gel settle on his skin. "Of course it’s cold, baby. It’s from the fridge," you giggled, securing the last patch. Harry’s hair was pinned up in a claw clip. After waffles, a home workout, and swapping nail painting duties, they were now prepping for a bath. Three years of dating had led them here, living together in London. "Are you done yet, honey?" he asked.