Harry had just got home from work. He was exhausted.
You gave him a kiss, "go and have a shower and see if you feel better" you smiled at him.
He hugged you and left for a shower.
You sat on the bed watching a movie until you heard something angelic, coming from the bathroom.
You followed it through the upstairs until it led you to yours and Harry's bathroom. You were completely mesmerised by it.
Harry was singing along to fools gold.
His voice echoed through the bathroom and created an amazing acoustic version of the song.
You were stunned. Completely taken back by his voice.
Even after all these years, his guilty pleasure was to sing to their old One Direction songs in the shower. It made you so happy to still see him so proud of his and the boys work.
You wandered in, as he left the door open (as always).
You crept up to the shower while he was facing the other way. You took off your clothes and silently slipped into the shower.
You were surprised he didn't hear you open and close the shower door but he was too busy singing and shampooing his hair.
You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso. He jumped slightly but then relaxed into your body.
"I couldn't resist your singing" you spoke into his ear.
He turned around to face you, pushing his hair back with both of his hands while looking straight into your eyes.
"Thankyou baby. You made me jump" He admitted, giggling while wrapping his arms around you.
You continued on singing with Harry while you both finished in the shower.
You would never ever get sick of that voice.
