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Katie < voice of an angel...or something

Katie was truly in her element, standing in the middle of your bedroom, folding laundry with all the passion of someone performing on a grand stage. She hadn't noticed you'd come back early, and her voice—completely off-key—was echoing off the walls as she belted out It's All Coming Back to Me Now with the intensity of a Celine Dion wannabe.

You couldn't help but pause in the doorway, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. Katie's back was to you, so she was blissfully unaware as she hit each note with her own dramatic flair. She tossed a shirt onto the bed, spinning around with her eyes squeezed shut and one hand in the air, belting out the lyrics like she was on X-Factor.

"Oh, I finished cryin' in the ins—" Her voice cracked at the high note, but she powered through, undeterred, her accent thickening with each exaggerated lyric.

Quickly, you pulled out your phone, trying to record without shaking from suppressed laughter. This was too good to keep to yourself. You framed her in the shot as she warbled through the chorus, completely unaware of her unintended audience. Just as she spun around again, you stopped recording and quietly uploaded the video to Instagram. You even added a little caption: She may be a star on the pitch, but the stage might be a stretch... Then, with a wicked grin, you sent the video to a few of her friends for good measure.

Clearing your throat, you stepped into the room. "Hey, babe, I'm back."

Katie spun around, her cheeks going a bit red as she realized she wasn't as alone as she'd thought. "Oh, darlin', didn't know ya were back," she stammered, trying to play it cool as she tossed another shirt into the drawer.

"Oh, don't stop on my account. Sounded like you were really feelin' that one," you teased, biting back a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, folding her arms with a smirk. "Aye, laugh it up. Yer just jealous of me raw talent."

"If by 'raw talent' you mean 'raw nerves in my ears,' then absolutely," you shot back, grinning as you wrapped your arms around her. She pulled a face, nudging you playfully, but didn't argue.

The next few hours passed in comfortable quiet, with you both curled up on the couch, her arm around you as your head rested against her chest. You were halfway through a movie when her phone, left on the coffee table, began pinging repeatedly.

Katie frowned, leaning forward to grab it. "What's all this, then?" she murmured, unlocking it. Her brow furrowed as she read a series of messages from her friends, all filled with laughing emojis and comments like "When's the album drop, Katie?" and "Absolute gold, mate."

You clamped a hand over your mouth, barely able to contain your laughter as she scrolled down, confusion spreading across her face.

"Wait..." she mumbled, looking more puzzled with each notification. You took the opportunity to slide off the couch, feigning casual indifference as you started edging toward the door.

"I'm, uh, just gonna use the loo real quick," you said, voice strained as you tried not to laugh.

"Oh, are ya now?" she said, glancing up with narrowed eyes. But before she could piece it together, you darted into the bathroom, barely shutting the door before bursting into silent laughter.

From inside, you could hear her phone pinging away. The silence stretched for a long moment before her voice echoed down the hall.

"WHAT did ya DO?!" Katie yelled, and you knew you were in trouble. The unmistakable sound of her bare feet padding down the hallway had you bolting from the bathroom.

"Katie, wait, I can explain!" you squeaked, trying to duck past her, but her eyes had that wild, determined look you'd seen on the pitch.

"Oh, yer explainin', alright," she said, eyes twinkling with barely restrained laughter as she chased you around the living room.

You darted around the couch, nearly cackling as she tried—and failed—to grab you. "Come on, Katie, it was just a bit of fun!" you gasped, dodging her hand.

"Fun fer you, maybe!" she hollered, a grin breaking out despite her mock indignation. "Yer lucky I don't have a football on me, or I'd be sendin' it right at yer head!"

"Please, you'd miss!" you teased, ducking just as she lunged forward, catching only air.

"Oh, yer cruisin' for a ticklin' now, darlin'!" she declared, sprinting around the coffee table as you squealed, barely managing to dodge her. She almost tackled you, but you sidestepped and ran for the hallway, laughing so hard you could hardly breathe.

Before you knew it, she'd cornered you near the bedroom door, her grin wicked as she took a step forward, arms poised. "I warned ya, didn't I?" she smirked.

"Katie, no, let's talk about this—" you squealed, but she grabbed your waist, dragging you down onto the bed and attacking your sides with relentless tickles.

"No mercy!" she laughed, her fingers merciless as you writhed and giggled uncontrollably beneath her. "This is fer all the embarrassment ya put me through!"

"Katie—please—I'm sorry!" you choked out between fits of laughter, wriggling as she held you down.

"Aye, not yet ya aren't!" she teased, grinning as she tickled you even harder.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, she let up, allowing you to catch your breath, your cheeks flushed and aching from laughter. She lay back beside you, shaking her head with a sigh, though there was a fond smile on her face. "Honestly, yer impossible," she murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face.

You looked up at her, still grinning. "You know you love it."

She snorted, rolling her eyes, but you could see the affection in her gaze. "Aye, I do," she admitted softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "But yer still payin' fer this one."

You giggled, wrapping your arms around her. "Worth it."

She sighed, exasperated but amused, and you knew this wouldn't be the last time you'd get her back for winding you up. It was all part of the game, and neither of you would have it any other way.