You hummed along to a song playing from your iPod as you kept your eyes trained on the eggs frying away in the pan, tapping your foot against the floor. A typical Sunday morning usually consisted of you getting up early to make a delicious breakfast, the smell wafting all the way upstairs to Harry, and that would trigger Harry to pad downstairs sleepily to see what you were making.
On this particular morning, you hadn’t even taken notice that Harry was already sat at the counter (he had strolled into the kitchen quietly when you had just started to cook), staring at you fondly as you bopped around the kitchen. It was when the song reached your favourite part (it was a guitar solo, by the way) that you used your spatula and pretended to play along, bouncing up and down while singing alone. When you turned around, you nearly let out a shriek at the sight of Harry already sitting there.
“Oh, please. Don’ stop because of me.” Harry snorted, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he let out a laugh at the look of shock on your face.
“What are you doing here?” You gasped, turning the music down a little as your cheeks grew red. Sunday mornings were your alone times, and alone times meant singing and dancing as crazily as possible - Something that Harry had never seen before. “You’re not usually down here till I finish making breakfast!”
“Came down a little earlier than usual, no biggie. I was jus’ watchin’ yeh, s’all. Real cute when you’re bouncin’ around the kitchen singin’ a song and wearin’ nothing but one of my shirts.” Harry raised a brow, gesturing to his Rolling Stones tee that was currently adorning your body. “No wonder all my shirts are beginning to disappear, you little thief.”
“I’ll make it up to you by blending up a banana smoothie?” You offered sheepishly, reaching down to tug at the cotton material of the shirt.
“A banana smoothie, and another guitar solo, if you will.”
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