365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 7|

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

February 1, 6:46 a.m.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Harry! Happy birthday to you!" I let out a giggle and clap my hands as I watch Daddy bring in a big cake with three candles. Mummy is standing in front of me with a big smile on her face. Daddy sits the cake in front of me and sits beside me. Other people, some of Mummy and Daddy's friends, circle around me.

"Make a wish, honey!" Mummy says. I shut my eyes excitedly, thinking of everything I want most in the world. A tricycle. No. A big teddy bear. No.... A puppy!

I hear myself giggle again and I open my eyes, blowing out the candles and everyone cheers around me and I smile widely. Daddy comes back from behind me and I look up at him. He smiles down at me.

"Happy birthday, love." He says, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"Thank you, daddy... Can I have cake now?" I ask as I stare at the big cake in front of me. The Power Rangers are on it. That's my favorite show!

"Yes, you can, love." Daddy says and then I'm being lifted. Daddy sits down in the chair and puts me on his lap. He kissed my cheek and I giggle.

"You can open your presents afterwards, too." Mummy says.

"I have presents?!" I ask and everyone laughs around me.

This is the best day ever.

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I'm woken up and I open my eyes. I let out a sigh as I remember my dream, only it wasn't a dream...it was a memory. The very last birthday I had with my dad. Since that day, I haven't gotten a happy birthday from him. Neither did I know that it would be the very last time, the last time he'd say happy birthday, the last time he'd cut my cake. Every year, it's the same thoughts that roam my head on this day. If I could go back in time, in freeze it in that moment, I'd never come back.

I was so happy as a toddler. I was so happy, it was hard for me to picture even being the slightest upset. There were smiles and laughs all around me and I'd think to myself, How could anyone ever be sad?

I never thought a single accident, could change my life for the worse. My life went from that beautiful commercial family everyone dreams of having, to that tragic sad story that everyone hears about, but never really does anything to help. We've become one of those stories where people go, 'How awful,' and then they continue eating their dinners.

I shake my head to rid of those thoughts. I am not there anymore. I am not in that situation anymore. I am not a sad story. I'm with people that care. I'm with people that'll take care of me. My mother is with people that'll take care of her. I should be smiling.

After all, it is my birthday.

A smile automatically spreads to my cheeks. I'm seventeen. I've survived another hell-ish year... I'm seventeen! I sit up in bed and look at the time. Almost seven-fifteen. I get out of bed and walk over to the dresser and look into the mirror sitting above it.

Gross.

My eyes are red and puffy. I have to remind myself to stop crying every night. There's bags under my eyes and I look so pale. I let out a sigh and run my fingers through my hair. Ew. My hair is so greasy... A shower. I need a shower.

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💀{This was a short chapter and I apologize, I just wanted to update this so I wouldn't keep anyone waiting. If you like this story, go read Sleepless Beauty on my co-ed acc applelarryx bye lovelies! I have school.}💀