One for the always lovely, @loonylittlemoony. You asked me to stop attacking you…I have a problem with listening, I think. ;) Loads of love for you- Sar! x
(also… I’m not sorry about the cliche title, you’ll see why.)
You heard it before you recognized it.
It was a week ago, over morning tea. Harry had been in his usual seat at the island in your kitchen, one hand wrapped around his cup of tea and the other holding his phone while he swiped through his notifications. You were standing on the other side, sipping at your cup of coffee and thumbing through a magazine that come earlier that week.
Mornings were a peacefully quiet affair for the most part with Harry and you. After a good portion of it was spent with him whining and holding you hostage under the covers with him, you two would get up and get ready on your own pace. Popping in and out of the bathroom and bumping hips, the occasional pat to your bum as he walks by. Yet you always made time to share a cuppa before you were off on your separate ways.
At first you think it’s your imagination, or perhaps just a coincidence. Your eyes pause in their trail across the words for a moment, corner of the page caught between your index finger and thumb as you listen closely. You wait for the noise to sound again, but instead you hear the sole sound of Harry sipping his tea. You bite your lip and go back to the article.
When it happens again, though, twice in succession you look up with a frown.