A/N: This is a weird little chapter. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. But enjoy xxx
Emmy came home on the last Monday in July with a handful of bags hanging from her arms, and she groaned slightly, dumping them on the kitchen counter before leaning back and puffing air up onto her face. While Kev and Zach had all too graciously helped her carry the shopping to the car, Emmy had had to lug it all up the stairs to the apartment. And that was a lot of stairs.
“Harry?” she called out.
She frowned. He’d said he’d be spending the whole day at home.
Leaving the shopping, she crossed the kitchen and peered into the living room; Harry was sat, typing away on his laptop, headphones in. Emmy tapped him on the shoulder; he jumped out of his skin.
“Shit,” he hissed, pulling them out of his ears and clutching his heart. “Don’t do that to me.”