drabble 12, 32 or 33 with Nim and Harry pleeeeeeeaaaaase! ( btw: I'm so happy you posted a new chapter! i missed paper back so much! I just can't wait for the next one! <3)
Hey! Thanks so much. I’m glad you enjoy my story. You make me very glad that I chose to post it online! I chose number 12, but it’s not going to be what you think! Obviously 12 is very relevant to the story right now, but I took a different approach to it. Obviously in present day this isn’t canon, but one day it could be or it could always be AU :))).
“I think we need to talk.”
Harry looked up wide eyed from where he lay in their bed, with the sheets pooled around his waist, and one leg sticking out the side of the blanket (despite the fact that Nim had always told him to keep all limbs under the blankets at all times, because, hadn’t he seen Paranormal Activity?). Those were words he never wanted to hear. Especially not from his girlfriend.
She stood leaning against the door frame of their bedroom in just the dress shirt he’d been wearing when he arrived home, with her hands behind her back. Harry dropped his phone onto his bare chest, watching as she strolled across the room towards him.
He looked down when she dropped something on the bed next to him, pairing at the items with innocent eyes as he relaxed. This wasn’t serious.
“Do you want to tell me how these got between the couch cushions Harry?” Nim raised her eyebrows, pointing at the handful of chocolate wrappers she’d pulled out from between the sofa cushions when she’d been vacuuming. “And how that got on the shelf in the shower?” she pointed towards the banana peel, looking at the yellow organic like it was the most horrifying thing she ever did see.
Harry shrugged, biting his bottom lip, and picked his phone back up, swiping up the screen to take a few snaps of Nim standing with her arms crossed over her chest, making his shirt ride up on her, and her lips pouted with grumpiness.
She gasped, loud and shocked. “Are you really taking photos of me right now?!” Harry grinned, holding down on the big white button as she put her hands on her hips and glared it him. She screeched, “Harry! You twat!”
Nim picked up the banana skin, laughing loudly when she threw it at Harry and it him square in the face, letting out a quiet thwarping sound. Harry whined, swiping the damp banana skin off his face and letting it drop to the ground.
“Harry,” Nim groaned. “I’m moving out.”
Harry laughed, shaking his head at her. “No you aren’t.”
Nim frowned at not being taken seriously. “I will if you don’t stop stuffing the couch with rubbish. I know you hate it because it’s not that ugly leather one -“
“My leather couch isn’t ugly,” Harry protested.
“- but I’m not going to let you use it as a rubbish tin.”
“Alright,” Harry agreed, “but maybe I’d like it better if we christened it like we have all the other new furniture.”
Nim gasped, swatting away Harry’s hands as he reached out for her thighs. “We aren’t having sex on the couch. Do you remember how much it cost and what it’s made out of?”
“We’ll lay a towel down.”
Nim thought for a moment, before nodding. “Alright,” she agreed. “Come on then, I’ve got work in two hours, get your move on babe.”
