“Harry!” I hear you yell from our bedroom, I can’t even reply because I’m currently brushing my teeth so I walk into the room with a little frown. I hum in response, continuing to brush my teeth and you show me your phone, which is just my reflection and a bunch of comments in the corner? You’re on live.

I point my finger up to signal that I need a minute and I walk off to the bathroom, spitting out the remaining froth and I rinse my mouth with mouth wash, I quickly dry my face with a towel and I fix up my hair in the mirror since quarantine has been getting to me recently.

I walk back into the room and I take a seat beside you on the bed, my back against the headboard as I look at your phone while you’re peering into it and answering people’s questions.

“Is Harry with you?” I hear you read out and you look at me, they’ve probably only just joined the live because you shown me brushing my teeth just five minutes ago. “I don’t know, is he?” You ask and you tilt the phone to show me again. I roll my eyes and look at you.

“Yes, he is.” I answer your rhetorical question, tilting your phone back to your face instead of mine.