The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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Haven's POV:

"Oh for fucks sake!" I shout quietly running over to the sink to run my finger under cold water. I swear to God, you ask me to bake a cake. . .no problem, but the minute you ask me to use a pan I go completely fucking clueless.

Just as I dry my finger off, the fucking smoke alarm goes off as if to really solidify what I already knew. I get it, I can't cook.

I jump on the counter immediately after grabbing a rag and waving the stupid thing above my head quieting it down soon after. This counter better not break or I'm gonna lose it. I stand barefoot on the island of Harry's in nothing but one of his large sweaters and panties. Jumping down, I let out a huff of frustration and annoyance at the sight in front of me.

I try to do one nice thing and I severely fuck it up. I genuinely didn't think it could get this bad. . .I don't know what happened.

Looking at the pan behind me, I see the blackened piece of what was supposed to be French toast and grabbing the whole pan I toss it into the sink and let the cold water run over it, the hiss of the pan and smell mixed together makes me scrunch my face up in disgust.

"Great." I mumble, sighing out.

"Babe?" Harry's horse voice cuts through the stupid sound of the water running.

"No! Go back to bed." I turn around pointing to the stairs behind him.

"What?" he mumbles walking closer to me as he rubs his sleepy eyes, but I shake my head and meet him halfway before he can see the disaster behind me.

"You can't come down here, you're ruining the surprise?" I whine pushing him which barely moves him an inch.

"A surprise? I just heard the fire alarm and thought something happened." he tells me while attempting to look behind me but I move left to right trying to avoid just that.

"Yes, a surprise. Now go upstairs and don't come down until I get you." I push him harder, Harry finally budging.

"Ok, ok, I'm going. Can I at least get a kiss first?" he leans forwards but I shake me head.

"No, not yet. So if you want one, go back upstairs." he pouts but ultimately does what I tell him as I send him off with a slap to his ass.

"Cheeky." he warns, turning around to smirk at me and I chuckle.

He stumbles back up the stairs still half asleep and once he's at the top, I turn to plan b. I take out two slices of white bread and grab the peanut butter and jelly from the cupboard. This is foolproof.

Half an hour later I walk up the stairs to hear Harry yelling out for me for the 5th time, a whine sounding at the end of his words. "Hurry up Sunny!"

"I'm coming." I yell back with a chuckle.

In one hand is a plate and in the other is a pastry box. Opening the door of his bedroom he sits upright, shirtless with the comforter draped loosely over his hips.

"Finally." he smiles, tossing his phone to the other side of the mattress.

"You need to learn patience." I joke sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Ok, so what is this surprise?" he asks pushing his hair out of his face, his arms straining with the movement and I have to refrain from ogling them.

Handing him the pastry box he opens it and looking inside his face contorts in confusion upon seeing the cupcake with a happy birthday candle sticking out the top.

"I don't get it?" he looks up at me quizzically. "My birthday was yesterday." he tells me as if I wasn't there.

"Well, firstly, I didn't exactly get to spend the day with you, which for future reference I would very much like to do. And secondly, I really don't like that you hate your birthday." I confess to him.