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harry out on a jog in london yesterday!

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 who tf allowed him to keep his facial hair unshaved

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 i'm sorry but i don't like the weird goatee kinda thing he has going on

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 harold shave that mustache for the sake of my sanity

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 am i the only one who likes the facial hair? ....
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 i think it's kinda hot
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 JAIL

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 there's no way darlene's letting him roam around like that, she hates men w facial hair
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 did she tell u that?
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 she said it in a video lmfao
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 well it's been a year ig she changed her mind? 🤷🏻‍♀️
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 no way bro harry's def in his rebel era

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 GUYS HE'S ALLOWED TO HAVE FACIAL HAIR
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 only until it actually looks good which rn it doesn't ....

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 @ darlenewinslet HELP US MOTHER
↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 harry baby look at me this isn't u

" 𝕴 told you to shave it! See, everyone agrees! It looks like you've got rotten grass growing on your face!".

Harry grimaces turning his eyes back to the television but Darlene fails to relent.

He spots her walking over to him in his peripheral vision, her phone tightly gripped in her hand.

She shoves the device is his face as 'proof' but he waves her off focusing on the show playing on the tv.

"Everyone agrees".

"I told you I'm trying something new", he swats her hand away.

"You don't have to. It looks like shit. There, you got the feedback. Now, go shave".

Harry sighs, "Darling".

She huffs, "No, don't 'darling' me. This ends today".

"But it's my face", he frowns.

She purses her lips, scoffing at the audacity.

"Well, don't you dare bring it anywhere near me when you look like that".

He rears back, mouth falling open in surprise.

"Are you actually fighting with me because of my facial hair?".

She shrugs, settling back as she levies him with a hard stare.

"Of course, I am. I hate it".

"Oh come on, it's only been a few days—".

"A few days of torture, yes. Plus your beard scratches me, I have a cat for that. You don't need to take up her role".

He juts his bottom lip out in a pout, knitting his brows when she continues glaring at him.

"Why are you like this?".

"Oh, you have a problem with me now? Go live with someone else then!", she abruptly throws the phone on the couch and stomps off leaving him sitting there in confusion.

He gets up on his feet following her into their bedroom.

"Are you okay? Because this feels like it's about something bigger than my facial hair", he calls out.

She halts in her step, stubbornly spinning on her heel to jab a finger at his chest and look up at him in raging state.

"I think your beard's stupid and suddenly, I'm not okay? Are you actually kidding me right now—Ow!".

Darlene clutches her stomach, shutting her eyes with a pained expression and sighing loudly as if the action alone is enough for her to recover from the sudden bout of pain.

Harry's gaze fills with concern, "Hey? What's wrong? Are you sick—".

"I just got my period", she snaps tiredly shutting him up.

His mouth falls open in an 'o', understanding dawning on him.

"What?", she glares at his loss of words.

He slowly backs away.

"I'll bake you some cake? Is that alright? Do you need me to go get something from the shops?".

Darlene blinks in surprise, quietly looking at him.

Harry glances away in thought, "The heating pad's still under the bathroom sink, right?".

She silently nods.

"Okay, then. Uhm. Do you want to take a nap? I'll keep Ruby out of the room—".

"No, I'm fine", she replies in a quiet voice earning a nod.

"I'll shave it".

Her eyes widen, "Really?".

Harry exhales, smiling, "Anything for you".

Her lips curl, "Okay".

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i hate this chapter so much but um anyways