Alive//H.S

Fine Line

We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line
We'll be a fine line

NINE

Lila Rose

"Happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you...happy birthday dear baby lavender...happy birthday to you,"

I smile as I slowly wake up, Harrys heartbeat in my ear, his singing in my other and I smile into his chest. "Happy birthday, my lovely," Harry smiles, and I look up at him, kissing his lips slowly. "Thank you, Bubba," I smile, sitting up and stretching,his hands being careful with my hips as he pulls me over to him, settling me on his lap. "You're officially 22," Harry smiles, and I grin to myself.

"I'm happy," I whisper and his eyes soften at me. "I'm glad you're happy, baby. You weren't for so long," he whispers, leaning forward, and I melt into his mouth, tasting him on my tongue, and I can't even imagine a better way to wake up on my birthday than to him, and us at his London house. So much has happened here, not all good things, but definitely not all bad things too. I told Harry I loved him for the first time in this room, and I also almost died in this room...so much has happened.

"Cmon...we've got a full day of activities to do," he smiles, pulling me out of bed, and I smile, holding his hand in mine, and he kisses me as we walk into the bathroom, and I start to brush my teeth, him beside me. "Why don't you take a shower...I'll cook us some breakfast, okay birthday girl?" He whispers, holding me from behind and I smile, nodding, patting his butt as he left the room, walking downstairs.

I start the shower up, letting the room fill with steam, thinking about what's going to happen tonight. I know I'm ready, I have been for a while, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to be nervous when that time does actually come. Harrys huge. Like huge, and I'm just scared it'll hurt more than I'm expecting it to. I don't want to ruin something like that by being in pain, especially since it's supposed to be such a good moment for us. We've waited so long for this, and I know I'm ready. I never wanted Ian. I never asked for him to do anything to me...but with Harry it's a different story. He didn't even think about asking me to do something until I said it was okay, and that's one of the many reasons I fell in love with him. I finally step into the shower, washing my long hair and my body, shaving my legs quickly, smiling to myself at how far I've come.

It is hard, being my first birthday without my dad, but I know he's okay now. He's not in pain anymore. I just wish he would be able to see me get married. It hurts a lot.

After washing myself off in the shower, I wrap myself in a towel, heading Harrys footsteps coming up the stairs as I open the door, and he smiles at me as he walks in, me naked under my towel and he whistles. "That's a sight," he whispers, walking up behind me as I pull on some panties, him kissing my shoulder, moving my wet hair aside to leave open mouthed kisses over me. "Are you sure about tonight?" He whispers, and I turn around, his eyes immediately going to my boobs, and I smile, sighing. "Positive...I'm ready now," I whisper, and he smiles, kissing me longingly before going into the closet as I get dressed.

"Our reservation is at four...but I let Mitch convince me to take you out shopping before so I can do some...things....here," Harry says as we walks back out, in a hoodie and jeans now, and I nod. "Okay...what are those things you speak of," I grin, and he rolls his eyes. "It's a surprise, baby," he giggles, and I frown, pulling on a dress, Harrys hand beating me to tie the back, and he presses kisses down my neck. "Have fun, okay lila rose? I'll be here when you get back and we'll go to dinner," he smiles, and I nod, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him, and I sigh at his taste.

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"I don't get it Tulip, it's like he loves me but he doesn't want to get married at the Britney Spears museum...cause that's a deal breaker," mitch says, talking about a guy he met at the bar a few nights ago, and their deep conversations as we walked around a small boutique, him holding two dresses.