The day had been long, and Harry was slouched on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. You appeared with your skincare products in hand, setting them down with purpose. He glanced at you, raising a brow as you gave him a determined look.

"Absolutely not," he mumbled, leaning back further into the cushions.

You ignored him, tilting his chin up gently as you started. He flinched slightly at the cool cleanser, muttering something under his breath, but he didn’t move away. His eyes darted to yours, a hint of curiosity breaking through his skepticism.

Your hands moved gently, spreading the toner across his face as he sighed, pretending to tolerate it. A faint hum escaped him as your fingers traced along his jawline, and he caught himself leaning into your touch before quickly straightening up.

“You’ll thank me later,” you said quietly, watching the tension ease from his face.

His eyes fluttered closed despite himself, his phone slipping from his hand onto the cushion beside him. A soft murmur left his lips, but it was hard to tell if it was a protest or a quiet sign of approval.