*Lillia's Pov*
I was hanging. In hindsight, it was probably unwise for me to drink that much the night before my birthday, however, I had a good time and I was ready for round 2. I woke up pretty early, earlier than Harry anyway, so, without waking him, I grabbed my phone from the side and checked my notifications. I replied to a few birthday messages and reposted any from Instagram onto my story. The only person I had expected to message me straight away was Fae and she hadn't yet...
'Weird,' I thought to myself. It was unusual for her to not message me when the clock hit 12, however it was 10 and I still had no text; I decided to have a shower so I could put it to the back of my mind. I quietly climbed out of bed and tiptoed to the shower. Harry hated it when he was woken up, but that's mainly because he goes to bed extremely late.
As I turned on the water, it made a loud noise; I popped my head around the corner to see if it had woken him up, but it hadn't. I let the warm water run down my body as I massaged the shampoo into my hair.
'Good morning,' Harry said as he abruptly pulled the shower curtain open.
'Ah, fucking hell,' I screamed as I jumped out of my skin.
'Sorry,' he giggled smugly, 'happy birthday!'
'Thank you,' I smiled, 'you joining me?'
'W-what?' stuttered Harry.
'Come here,' I giggled as I slowly pulled down his boxers, 'wouldn't want to get these wet.'
'Oh nelly, you're in this mood,' Harry stepped out of his boxers and closed the shower curtain behind us.
'Mhm, now this is what I like to see,' I said eyeing Harry up as he stood in front of me.
'Stop staring, I'm fat now,' Harry frowned, sticking out his bottom lip.
'Nah, nah, shut up,' I said as I slowly pushed Harry underneath the running water. I inch forward, leaving no room between us, before running my fingers through his wet hair.
'Jesus, Lil,' Harry breathed. As I kissed his shoulder, running my lips up towards his ear, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath out. With every kiss, I could feel his heart beating faster and faster. I broke contact with his skin, causing Harry to flash open his eyes, 'stop teasing,' he groaned.
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Harry and I walked out of the shower 10 minutes later feeling refreshed - I defiantly wasn't hungover anymore...
I wrapped my hair up in a towel and threw on my favourite hoodie of Harry's, the TGF blue childish hoodie.
'Morning, you're up late,' Cal said as I walked into the living room.
'Yeah, I had to have a shower,' I giggled, sitting down onto the sofa. A few seconds later, Harry walks around the corner, his hair wet and skin flushed pink, holding my presents. As Harry sits down beside me, Cal and Harry's eyes lock.
'Fuck sake,' Cal laughed. It was time to open my presents: Cal was first and he handed me a huge cardboard box.
'Oh dear, what's this,' I ask, picking up the scissors from the side.
'Just open it,' Cal sniggers. I open it up and it's 10 bottles of raspberry flavoured sambuca.
'Fucking hell,' I laughed, 'I think I'm gonna die tonight.'
'Oh shit and there's also this. Couldn't be arsed to wrap it though,' Cal says as he hands me a new microphone for my twitch set up.
'Awh thank you, Cal,' I smile, 'come here.' I give Cal a quick hug and returned back to Harry's side for my other presents.
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serendipity | wroetoshaw
FanfictionLillia Davies was almost unlucky in love until a series of serendipitous events. serendipity; the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. - finding something beautiful without looking for it.