Omg! Imagine the missus and Harry doing the cheeky 'no you hang up first' thing Omg 😭
Anonymous said: Hi love! Harry and the missus fighting about who is going to hang up first like Harry and James sound so much like them! Love you xx
So, he’d probably be away filming for something or doing some promotional stuff, out in America, to get his album out and noticed by people all over the world, informing them to go and buy it when it hits the shops. And she’d be stuck in London because she’s got some big projects coming up that need her full attention, so she was unable to travel with him like she usually would. She’d be tucked up in bed and reading her book when her laptop would chime from its slot in the bedside table, indicating that he’s calling her after a long day and needs someone to wind down with, tucked up in his own hotel bed and ready to vent.
And vent is what he does for the most part of the chat. Talking about how he nearly fell asleep during a meeting because he was so jet-lagged and muttering about how, no matter how many times he leaves London, he will never adjust to time differences and working through them. And the missus would just giggle and laugh and chime in with speech before the topic would change into something a little more suited to her.
When he sees her yawn, he starts to feel a little guilty because he forgets that she’s a few hours ahead and probably into the next day.
“We should probably hang up now, eh? You’re fallin’ asleep,” he’d smile softly, rubbing his own eyes, “don’t want you sleepin’ on, do we?”
“Hmm, I’m okay,” she’d giggle, “I want to keep talking to you. You’re going to be bored if we don’t keep talking.”
“I can go out with Jeff. He’s down in the bar at the moment,” he’d say, chuckling when she’d yawn again and cover her mouth with her hand, “hang up.”
“You hang up,” she’d argue.
“No. You should hang up first, Gorgeous.”
“You suggested hanging up, so, you hang up,” she’d frown, “I hate hanging up on your anyway, Peaches. I miss you when you’re not here, but, I miss you a little more after I see you on my screen.”
“I hate hanging up on you, too.”
“Then, I guess, we’ll just have to keep our devices on,” she’d tease, tapping her finger against the part of the computer beside the trackpad, “and pray that they don’t run out of battery through the night.”
“How about we hang up on three, yeah? That way we can both hang up at the same time,” he’d suggest, holding three fingers up, “ready? One…”
“Three,” they’d both say before giggling and laughing and realising that the other hadn’t hung up the call.
“You didn’t hang up!”
“Well, you didn’t hang up either,” she’d laugh, before yawning again and making a disgruntled sound as she straightened her back to stretch out the knots, “can we just…”
“Okay. I’ll hang up,” he’d chuckle, “but you can do it tomorrow night.”
“Mm-hm. I love you. Stay safe. Enjoy the snow!” xx