Leaning against the kitchen counter a deep sigh escapes my lips, jaw clenched. We’ve been arguing for the past half an hour about me liking my exes picture on instagram. I didn’t even realise I did it, it meant nothing. But, it’s made you furious. I’m pissed off that one of your friends told you that they saw my name under Kendall’s picture, they knew it’d cause an argument.

“It’s disrespectful, Harry,” you say, voice low, arms crossed over your chest. “Why the fuck would you like Kendall’s picture?”

“I told you I don’t even remember doing it.” I snap back, green eyes searching yours for any sign of you softness. There isn’t any.

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Yeah? Thats what they all say.”

“What the fuck {{user}}? So now you’re grouping me wi—“ my words die in my throat.

We stare at each other in silence, neither of us backing down. And just when I think it couldn’t get more awkward — my phone buzzes loudly on the counter.

I glance at it.

The alarm. 7:03pm. Label: “Sexy time”

Of course. Our scheduled private time alarm. Because I’m always too busy, and we agreed months ago to set reminders. Some would say it’s cringe — probably is. But, we both agreed on it.

The timing couldn’t be worse.

I glance between you and the phone, then slowly pick it up, the screen still glowing with the notification

“Fucks sake.” I mutter.

You look at me, confused. “What?”

“It’s our intimate time alarm,” I say, turning the screen towards you. “Bad timing I know.”