"Tell 'em that it's my birthday
When I party like that"
Louis POV
“Niall, remind me to never put you in charge of decorations ever again.”
The room was completely covered in streamers ranging from different colors and things with ‘Happy Birthday’ written on them. But, that wasn’t what I was complaining about.
“Oh, piss off,” he rolled his eyes and finished getting the plates together, “They didn’t have any masculine decorations.”
“I couldn’t care less about the fact that everything is pink, but these are all for 9-year-olds. I mean this one even says ‘Happy Birthday! You’re 9 today. What a big girl!’.”
“29. 9. Is there really that much of a difference? Harry has the mind of a child anyway. I couldn’t find any ‘grown-up’ decorations.”
“Could that may be because you waited till 2 hours ago to buy them when we planned Harry’s party 3 weeks ago?”
“Could be,” he shrugged after grabbing a beer from the table, “Guess we’ll never know.”
I rolled my eyes as Zayn stifled a smile from where he was standing. At least I didn’t put Niall in charge of anything important like guests or the cake. We all know how that would’ve turned out.
All of us were in Harry and Trinity’s house as she spent the day with Harry keeping him busy for all of us. I knew Harry didn’t want a surprise party, he never did, but he also had me for a brother so he didn’t really get a say in the matter. I had a bad habit of doing everything in my power to make him unhappy on his birthday. So did Trinity. Aren’t we the best?
Liam was on his way here from Wales, and pretty much everyone else we invited said they would be here. Soon enough, this place would be packed. Even all of the children. That was 8 people alone.
“Zayn, don’t encourage him,” I sighed at them both, “Where’s the cake?”
“Right on the table. I think I did a pretty good job.”
“I guess we-.”
Immediately, I cut off what I was saying and looked inside the white box that was sitting on the kitchen counter. Remind me next year to take care of any and all decorations.
“Zayn, what is this?”
“Um, the cake?” he answered confused.
“I understand that. Care to explain why the cake is in the shape of a stripper pole?”
The bottom layer was square with black and white frosting while the middle layer was solid black. At the very top was the shape of a girl throwing her head back with her legs wrapped around the single pole in the middle of the cake. It was more of a silhouette, but it was obvious that the girl was supposed to be naked. Fondant dollar bills surrounded the base of the cake while the stripper’s discarded clothes spelled out ‘Happy Birthday Harry’.
“I thought it would be funny,” Zayn answered while Niall was dying of laughter in the background, “Trinity used to be a stripper yet she rarely actually strips for Harry. I just figured that he needed a reminder of what he’s not getting.”
It’s hard to believe that Zayn was 30, but these are the boys that I put up with. Truth be told, that was my exact idea for the cake, but I wasn’t going to let Zayn know that.
“Your son is supposed to be eating this cake along with the other 7 children showing up.”
“I also bought a decoy cake for the kids. They won’t ever even see this one.”
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