Yellow.

Harry + Iman, Isolate!

Etta James - A Sunday Kind of Love.

Harry is stubborn; not the cute type of stubborn that you can overlook but the deep in your skin and needing to scream-out brand of stubbornness that's often hidden away on shelves.

It is borderline frustrating and yet somewhat understanding. Maybe because it is Harry and you just want to always understand him.

You cannot help but understand why he chooses to be stubborn. He gets away with it. Harry gets away with a lot of things and this he knows.

The older he gets the better he has become with resisting that fiery stubbornness that's neatly hidden beneath the sweet personality everyone has come to know and love.

However, putting Harry in isolation without his walks is the perfect circle to summon the ultimate stubbornness Iman did not know her partner could possess and to be honest, it worries her a tiny bit.

Iman stirs on the couch, comfortably curled up with a blanket neatly tucked around her and she winces at the headache throbbing at the centre of her forehead.

They mentioned hydration would help the headaches and that has worked for Harry but it is still very much annoying to deal with.

Iman places a hand to her head as she sits up and takes in the beautiful sunlight bathing Harry's living room with grace.

Of course, the weather in London chooses to be spectacular during a lock-down. How on brand.

Speaking of, where in the world is that lanky mess? Iman coughs a little and winces at the headache. Honestly, it's much better than the morning.

Harry is done with the headaches and his fever broke. Iman looks down to see one of his t-shirts draped on her body and she rolls her eyes, remembering they aren't exactly on the best of talking terms.

Next to her is a small tray of Lemonade and a saucer of snacks, her favourite lock-down meal.

Iman knows this is Harry slowly compensating for their nasty argument first thing this morning and she curiously eyes the tray.

Something in her wants to nibble but her pride stands. Iman reaches for her water bottle instead and packs on the hydration she's supposed to be practising.

Okay, enough with this. Iman slowly stands up and is relieved not to be hit with a wave of dizziness.

Satisfied, she smiles and stretches a little.

"H?" she speaks up.

There's no response.

Iman rolls her eyes again and slowly places the blanket on the couch. She checks her phone and is glad to know much of the day hasn't passed her by.

Staying indoors for the past ten days has done a number of her productivity levels and time management. A semblance of laziness sends her into panic and she feels the need to overcompensate when working.

It's a hot mess the world is currently dealing with.

Putting the phone away, she strolls out of the living room and into the kitchen to find him standing by the window. The view from his kitchen is the beautiful park in the neighbourhood.

Harry stands tall wearing only a t-shirt and briefs with his fluffy socks right on his calves. It is a beautiful sight but Iman still has to keep up an act of anger to suppress how much she loves his look.

Lock-down has presented a slightly scruffier looking version of the man she loves and it is super hot. The constant fragility has taken a backseat and it's refreshing.