"Sit still, dumbass..." You mumble fondly as you hold Harry's chin between your thumb and pointer finger to keep him still.

You're currently sitting in your husbands lap as you carefully apply his eyeliner. You notice him start to smirk, his dark eyes shining in amusement, as he notices you sticking your tongue out in concentration.

"I'm not the one trying to concentrate with their tongue sticking out." He teases, trying to squint at you, but the eyeliner pen pokes him in the eye.