You & Harry are just sitting & listening to music on your phone.
Harry: Your playlist is so boring.
You: Hmm. I bet your playlist is a thousand times better.
You said it sarcastically, but expect it to be. Just as you predicted, he takes it as a challenge.
"As a matter of fact, yes it is" he says as he navigates through his phone. He plays something that you can barely hear. You turn your music off & strain to hear the music coming from his phone.
"Harry? Is that..?"
"See, I told you I have better music," he says with a smug look on his face.
"Harry, stop it!"
"Why?"
"Because.. I sound terrible" you say as you try to grab the phone from his hand.
"I like it" he says as you continue your failing attempt to grab the phone away from him.
"Wait, babe. This is my favorite part."
"Harry" you say into your hands as you hold them to your face in embarassment.
"What? You listen to me singing all the time."
"That's different, Harry."
"No, not really."
"Harry," he looks up at you as if to show that you have his attention. "This is so embarassing," you mumble before continuing, "just delete it!"
"I can't"
"Oh really, & why not?"
"'Cause this is the music I fall asleep to at night." he says looking directly into your eyes.
