How about a blurb/imagine where Harry's the emotional one in the relationship and you rarely cry etc and you and harry are having an argument and he's crying and then it's all cute after and you tease him (as a joke) about being a crybaby
“Oh, c’mon Harry you never do the laundry!” you snap at him, too exhausted from dirty clothes and dirty dishes.
You’ve been cleaning after him all day and you’re tired by the time he eat for fourth time today. The sink and the washing machine are full once again.
“What?” he raises his eyerbrows, “Babe, not now. I’m reading this book for jokes. Do yeh wan’ to hear the knock-knock one?”
“I’m done with this! I can’t clean after you all day and i ask you to pay attention to me, you tell me ‘not now’?”
“Okay, don’t get mad. I’ll do the dishes.”
“Not to get mad? Seriously, Harry?” you can’t resist but throw the sponge at him.
He catches it and the dripping watter from it makes a wet spot on his jeans.
“My favourite jeans!” he sighes.
“Well, if you knew how to do the laundry, you wouldn’t be that concerned. It’s just water, don’t be so dramatic.”
“Yeah, it’s just laundry. Don’t be so dramatic about it.”
You look at him with disbelieve. How can he say this to you? You’ve been cleaning after his ass all day and now he’s calling you a drama queen? You turn around and walk away. When you sit on the swing on the veranda, he comes, kneeling in front of you.
“Yeh know i didn’t mean it, Y/N. Sorry, okay? I was angry a-and…” his voice cracks and you can see the tears in the corners of his eyes. “Sorry, love, sorry. Sometimes i’m a huge jerk, i know.”
“Yeah, you’re right” you say, already feeling the need to hug him.
Your heart breaks as you watch him, looking at you with those sad eyes.
“D-do yeh wan’ to slap me? I don’t mind, go on.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and resist the urge to laugh at him for being such a cry-baby. You kiss him on the cheek, already tasting the salty tears.
“Shht, Harry” you whisper in his ear, knowing the old neighbors might be watching. “Just do your laundry and wash your dishes next time, okay? And don’t come home as dirty as you came today after you played football with the boys. Your socks and your t-shirt were horrible.”
He laughs, but loud sobs leave inbetween his lips after that. You know why he cries - because he loves you too much. He’s not tired of your complaining, he just doesn’t want you to be mad at him.
“I love yeh” he gives you a qick peck on the lips and pulls you in his arms again, holding you tight. “I love yeh mo’ than anything. Yeh know that, right?”
“Yes, i know it” you giggle when his hot breath tickles your neck. “And you’re such a baby.”
“Why?” he laughs too, but you still can say he cried because of his red eyes.
“Always crying after our arguments and fights. Can’t you be mad at me too for a little longer than a minute?”
“No, i can’t stay away from yeh for that long.”
You let him sit next to you on the swing. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer so he can kiss your cheek.
“I have to bake a cake for Ann for the next time we’re going to her house” you say, smiling at him.
“Why?” he crunches his eyerbrows, obviously confused.
“For raising you. You’re everything i want and i can ask for. You’re such a gentleman, Harry. You know that, don’t you?”
“Now you’re being a cry-baby” he smiles widly, catching you starring so lovely at him.
“Oh, shut up.”