This is very short and very messy because it came to me while my boss was yapping about the Oscars at work today. x
“Harry it’s starting,” you cry out, settling down onto the couch and grabbing the remote from the coffee table.
“M’comin love. Making yeh a snack,” he cries back from the kitchen as the microwave door shuts.
You flip through the channels until you find the one you’re looking for, reaching over the back of the couch after you set the remote down to grab the blanket you have laying across the back of it.
Harry appears not a moment later, looking cozy in a long sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
“Thank you,” you mumble with appreciation as he sinks into the couch next to you, bowl of popcorn in his hands.
“Mm, welcome love.” He says, kissing the top of your head.
You fix the blanket around you two, making sure you aren’t hogging all of it before he lifts an arm and lets you tuck into his side.
You hum contently as you take the bowl from his hands, and he gives your shoulder a squeeze as you pop a few kernels into your mouth.
The tv is flickering, the red carpet coverage shooing away as it goes straight to the award show. The stars are seated and the blackness disappears as the light shines through the arena and the show begins.