Today is Harry and I's one year anniversary, we're not planning on doing something special, just ordering in a take away and watching a move. Lately Harry and I have been having a little prank war and for the last couple of days he hasn't pranked me, he's been really kind and slightly suspicious. I knew he was going to do something but I don't know when.
I've just come back from picking our takeaway up.
'Harry, I'm back' I shout as I open the door. No reply.
'Harry?' I shout again 'If this is a prank come out'
I hear a noise, it sounds like a moan. I put the takeaway bag down on the kitchen counter and head upstairs. As I reach the top of the stairs I see one of Harrys shits and a pair of red pants on the floor. This can't be happening
'Harry?' I say, opening our bedroom door. No one was there. I walk into the room
'Harry?'
'BOO'Harrys shouts as he jumps out from behind the wardrobe door.
I scream 'HARRY I HATE YOU'
'I love you to babe' Harry laughs, pulling me into a hug.
'I'm going to get you back'
'Sure you will'
