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Candy Wrappers

Harry was a man of few vices; he didn't drink to excess, didn't smoke, didn't gamble, didn't have wandering eyes (or hands!), wasn't lazy, ate his veggies, didn't even swear that much.

But, Good God, did that man love him some candy.

Y/N swears, every time she does the laundry, she pulls 2-3 mini candy wrappers from his pockets. They're stuffed behind pillows and collecting lint in corners. These aren't full-size candy wrappers, for what it's worth, they're from individual starbursts or fun-size candy bars, or lollipops or small treats like that. There's just so many of them. They teemed in their bed, in their cat's mouth, creeping into her hair and prickling irritably against her back as they had sex. Candy wrappers. Everywhere. They colonize, they encroach, they breed.

She had had enough and planned to confront Harry about this ridiculous debacle.

One morning, Y/N had woken up to find Satan's monthly sacrificial waterfall had ran its course. She had woken up to sheets stained with blood, thankful Harry had left early to head to the studio, as the note he'd left on their mirror signified: 'morning, beautiful ;) i'm in the studio right now, will be back soon. x h'

She had sighed and quickly stepped out of their bed, feet slipping into the slippers Harry had left near her side of the bed (so her feet never had to touch the cold floor in the mornings). She put the sheets in the wash and stepped into the washroom, taking a shower and enjoying the feeling of the warm water pounding down her sore muscles soothingly. Showers were also lovely, because for some reason, her period stopped for some time while she was taking them.

After minutes in this glorious state, where she had clowned her own cycle, Y/N stepped out of the shower feeling zen, forgetting candy wrappers or blood existed. She wrapped a warm towel around herself, letting her hair fall free from the bun she'd enclosed it in during the time she took a shower, so it'd stay dry. She reached for fresh undies and a pad.

"Can they not use this as a wrapper?" she murmured, annoyed by the crinkling noise that followed everytime she touched the pad.

Shaking her head, she went back to putting it on.

Harry had just gotten home from the studio, but was disappointed once he entered the room him and Y/N shared to find the bed perfectly made, but with his girl missing. With his lips pushed in a slight pout, he sat on the bed. Nice, she changed the sheets, he thought to himself as he grinned sleepily and laid onto the bed, burying his face in Y/N's pillow and inhaling her scent.

Crinkle

Harry's ears twitched, his body immediately jolting out of the sleepy phase it was in, green eyes flashing with alertness. As a few seconds passed by with no other sound, he thought he had formed the sound in his mind, and so fell back on the mattress once more.

Crinkle

That's it, Harry thought, possessiveness and slight anger rising in his chest as he recalled how he had reached for his favorite chocolate bar in one of his many drawers filled with sweets and had come back empty. The noise sounded a lot like the one of the wrapper he'd committed down to memory. She's stolen my chocolate.

Harry quietly padded down to their en-suite washroom. They both usually kept the door locked, although they didn't really care if the other saw them naked. but this time —he confirmed as he twisted the doorknob slightly— Y/N had left it unlocked. She's not using it to shower, Harry's eyes widened with realization, before narrowing with suspicion. Otherwise she would have locked the door.

Twisting the door handle further with his long fingers, Harry quickly drew it back, ready to catch Y/N in the act, accusative look on his face and everything and then—

"Give me my chocolate bar— oh shit!"

"Get out!" Y/N shrieked, pulling her underwear up her thighs and thankful the towel had been covering her.

Harry shut the door before she could finish the sentence, fear crawling into him as he gulped, unsettled by the uncertainty of how Y/N would scold him for this.

-

After forty five minutes of Y/N giving Harry the silent treatment, he decided he couldn't take it anymore, so with his head bowed and a guilty expression on his mournful face, he slowly stepped into their room where she was aimlessly scrolling on social media. He leaned back and forth on his toes, hoping she'd notice him, while cradling a box of chocolates in his arms.

"What do you want?" She asked, voice monotone. Harry neared her, sitting at the edge of the bed before silently placing the box of chocolates in Y/N's hands, careful, as if coronating her as queen. A peace offering.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. She rolled her eyes, albeit less strict and more amused now.

"You're an idiot."

He pouted at that statement, rubbing his nose at the nape of her neck and slinging his arms around her waist and legs entwining with hers as he clung to her like a koala bear. He stared longingly at the chocolates as she unwrapped one and placed it into her mouth. He reached for one, slowly.

"Can I maybe have just one—"

She smacked his hand away. Then, reached for another for herself.

"Don't even think about it."