I always do my laundry in my bra and underwear because it's just freeing 😂 and I could totally see Harry walking in on the missus doing laundry like that and thinking it's the funniest thing.
“What on earth are you doing?”
She looks over her shoulder and sees Harry standing in the doorway, arms folded over his chest and his foot tapping to the floor, hair wet from his shower and dribbling rivulets down his cheeks whilst his eyes diverted between her underwear-clad figure and the full laundry basket set on the floor. Holding a variety of Harry’s boxers from the bedroom floor and t-shirts that he chucked in the wash to be cleaned for his trip away to New York as well as the sheets from their bed because it time they were due for a wash.
“I’m doing the washing,” she pointed out, “what does it look like I’m doing?”
“I know you’re doing to bloody washing, you donut. Why are you dressed like that?” He hummed, eyebrow cocked with a smirk on his lips as he got an eyeful of her bum as she bent over, “not that I’m complaining at all. Just, never seen you do this.”
“Well, the shirt I was wearing needed a wash and I spilt porridge on my jeans this morning so I decided to stick them in, too. Left me in my underwear and I couldn’t be bothered to find more clothes,” she smiles, pushing the dirty and worn garments into the drum of the machine, “I always do this. You just don’t get to see it.”
“You’ll have to let me know when you do it. It’s a pretty sight,” he grins, striding across the tiled floor and standing behind her, cupping her bum in his palms as she bent over to the push the sheets inside. xx