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It was merely a peaceful evening for you and Harry; having nothing to do and nowhere to be. You've always cherished these days since he's frequently on tour or in the studio.
The two of you laid on your bed, limbs tangled with your head resting on his chest. You could hear the steady beat of his heart. Turning your head, you look up at Harry, whose eyes were concentrated on the TV hung on your wall while his ringed fingers stroke absent-mindedly up and down your back.
"Can we do face masks together?" you pleaded, sitting up.
He brought his hands up to your face, giving you false hope while he refused.
"Pleeaase," you whined.
"No," he replied firmly.
"C'mon Harry, please. It'll make me happy!" you say with an innocent smile.
"Y'know it's hard for me to say 'no' when you do that, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, now let's go!"
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"Stay still," you repeat for the hundredth time. He sat on the bathroom counter, legs spread so you could stand between them. Your hand held his jaw as you tried to get his cheek.
"(Y/N), I don't want to do this anymore," he huffed dramatically.
"Stop whining, what's done is done," you lectured as you gave him a quick peck on the nose.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer.
"I'm almost done, stop acting like a baby."
"I love you too."
You tilted his head to the other side now, getting the last few streaks of blue onto his cheek. "Done. That wasn't so hard, wasn't it?" you teased him.
"It was, actually," he answered, puckering his lips. You roll your eyes as you give him a little kiss.
"Can we please wash this off now?"
"No, we wait ten minutes and then we'll have a whole new face. In the meantime, I wanna take pictures!"
Pulling your phone out, you have him wrap his arms around you while you take a series of photos.
"Say 'cheese'!"
"Can't move my face," he mumbled.
You can't help but giggle, "Alright, alright, we're done."
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Once you removed the mask from your own face you began to take off Harry's. You noticed it how blotchy and bumpy his skin was underneath. He was able to detect the mask of concern on your face when he asked you what was up.
"Don't get mad, Harry, okay?" you told him, wiping off the sides of his face, "I think your face had an allergic reaction."
He releases his head from your grasp and runs to face the mirror. His jaw dropped as his fingers skimmed his face delicately.
"(Y/N)!!"
You hear small footsteps scurrying down the hall as your sibling barges into your room.
Harry turns his face toward (your sibling's name) and they burst into laughter at his red, blotchy face. You laughed out loud before trying to hold it in.
"This isn't funny, (Y/N)!"
"Right, (Y/S/N), go back to your room," you say, sobering up.
"You owe me a shit ton of hugs and kisses after this, you know that, right?" Harry says sternly.
"Mhm," you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him closer for a reassuring hug.
