What do you think living with Harry would be like? ( gonna come back for more like this :))). )
Oh, gosh. It would be bliss, wouldn’t it?
It would be early mornings spent whispering to one another in bed, even though there’s no fear of disturbing anyone with how loudly you talk. It would be lazy afternoons with classic vinyl records on repeat as you meandered through novels you’d meant to finish months ago. It would be evenings on the couch, watching movies with your feet in his lap, brushing a hand through his hair when you get up to refill your drinks. It would be nights settling into the covers, going over your schedules for the next day.
It would be frustrating, too. Telling him to pick up the socks he’s tossed towards the hamper, yet hadn’t actually made sure they’d landed in the hamper. Grumbling when he forgot to tell you that the milk had run out, so you’re left with a bowl of dry cereal. Finding out that he’d pocketed your favorite lip balm after he tried it and liked it. Coming home to find that he’d left the bathroom fan on after getting out of the shower. Your t-shirts would be wrinkled - right along with his - after he’d forgotten to take the clothes out of the dryer when it had buzzed.
But, even through those moments of frustration, you know the good outweighs the bad. The good is listening for his footsteps stomp through the kitchen when he’s back from a long trip. The good is being able to catch his eye in the mirror as the two of you are brushing your teeth before bed. The good is not having to decide whose place you’d be staying at that night. The good is seeing your collection of movies, books, and music coexist with his on the same shelves. The good is picking out paint colors together, trying out couches, deciding on the proper thread-count of your sheets.
The best part of living with Harry, though? The best part is saying “home” and knowing that it means the same for both of you.