" 𝕳arry, I said separate the whites".

Darlene grabs the laundry basket with furrowed brows, the brunet stood by the washing machine giving her a confused glance.

"I did, didn't I?".

She rolls her eyes, waving the white t-shirt in front of him, "Does that look coloured to you?".

He thins his lips, scrunching up his nose in apology.

"Sorry".

"It's fine. Hand me that", she gestures at the box securing the washing powder lying beside the washing machine as she begins loading the clothes in making sure to check every pocket while doing so.

He hands her the container watching her open the lid and take some of the mixed substance out with the help of a small cupped style spoon dumping it into the drawer sticking out of the washer.

She goes to place the spoon back into the box when it accidentally slips from her hand dropping to the back of the machine.

"I'll get it", Harry drops down on one knee and stretches to grab the plastic spoon.

He sits back upon retrieving it and brings it up for her to take.

Darlene looks at him, dumbstruck.

One gaze at his position on the floor in front of her, down on one knee, is enough to send her spiralling inside, her mind goes to the weirdest of places going so far as to imagine him right in this position but with a cute diamond ring in his hand instead.

It would be a funny story to tell if he did it right now.

They'd spend the rest of their lives using the proposal as an anecdote to be shared with friends and family at Christmas, at Sunday brunches, at monthly family dinners.

They would all laugh until one of them started wheezing — probably Mia — and they'd pat Harry on the back with a good old "How romantic of you!", their curious eyes analsying how the couple interacted in front of them.

Darlene would smile and twist the ring on her finger, sipping her drink to hide her blush and Harry would sit there beaming, their hands tangled under the table away from prying eyes — their love kept safe, not for show at all, but their adoration enough to make them die for each other in secret.

"Darlin'?".

She snaps back into reality at the sound of his voice, his green eyes staring down at her in a squint whilst the plastic spoon is still held in his hand.

Only then does the realisation hit that she'd gotten so immersed in her daydream that he'd pulled up to his feet already and yet she hadn't noticed.

Embarrassed, she smiles meekly grabbing the spoon out of his hand and putting it back into the container.

"You okay?", he asks skeptically.

She smiles in an attempt to hide the embarrassed blush taking over her features.

"Mhm".

What the hell is wrong with me?

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darlene is so me coded