Paralyzed

Happy Birthday

*Kenzies POV*

Yesterday was pretty boring. I spent most of my day with Becca, because Harry had a band meeting. He stayed there all day. But I waited patiently at his house for him. I havent been home in forever. I basically lived at Harrys. 

It was 10:30 p.m, an hour and a half before my birthday, and Becca came over to keep me company while Harry was at another band meeting. Ever since those boy got signed, he has been gone. When he came home last night, I felt his arms wrap around me as he crawled into bed next to me. The touch of his rough hands on my skin woke me up. I missed him so much. 

“So can ya spend the night?” I asked Becca.

“I can't love.” she replied after she finished chewing the chips she stuffed in her mouth. 

I frowned at her.

“I've seen Niall just as much as you've seen Harry!”

“Okay, what about tomorrow?”

“Uh-” Becca replied nervously

“No. C'mon its my birthday! It seems like everyone is busy tomorrow! Liam can't hang out and now you?!”

“What about Harry?”

The thing with Harry was I reminded him yesterday when my birthday was, cause he asked. But I dont think he really heard me or paid me much attention. 

“He probably has another band meeting tomorrow.” I frowned

Becca sighed. I could see it in her eyes how guilty she felt. Then her phone went off. 

“It's Niall love.” she said grabbing her stuff “He is right out side.” 

I smiled at her in forgiveness and hugged her goodbye. 

“Happy Birthday.” she smiled as she walked out Harrys door.

I sat back on the couch. I assumed Harry would be home shortly if Niall was already home. However, I was wrong.

*

I'll was now 11. A half and hour after Becca had left. Where was Harry? Niall and him were in the same band right? So how come Niall was here to get Becca, but Harry isn't here. If he was held up or doing something else he would have texted me like he normally does. It was bad enough I assumed Harry was going to forget my Birthday, but he wasn't at least gonna be with me. These thought dropped my mood. 

Then, I heard keys turning in the door, I turned around as the door opened. It was Harry.

Harry was carrying a suitcase. He was wearing his paid shirt and tan colored skinny jeans. Wait. Why the fuck was he carrying a suitcase? He already lives here. 

“Hi love.” He smiled at me closing the door. 

“You look perfect.” he smiled again.

What the hell was this kid talking about. I was in one of his sweaters, skinny jeans, and my hair was up. 

“Hold on stay right here!” Harry ran upstairs to his room. He was up there for a couple of minutes before returning down with the suitcase still in his hands.

What the hell was going on. I was so confused. You can't just walk into your house, say hi you look awesome wait here, disappear and then come back with a suitcase and not tell me what the fuck is going on.

Harry walked up to me with a black cloth in his hand. 

“Stand up and turn around!” he ordered as he put down the suitcase next to him.