If You Only Knew

Chapter 19

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room. I stirred, blinking awake, feeling the comforting weight of Louis's arm wrapped around me, his breath warm against my skin. It was 9:00 am, and I smiled, knowing exactly what I wanted to do to make his birthday special. I gently untangled myself from his embrace, careful not to wake him, the sheets rustling as I slipped out of bed. The air was crisp, the quiet of the house wrapping around me like a soft blanket as I padded down the stairs.

Jay was in the kitchen when I entered, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "Good morning, Harry. Is Louis still sleeping?" she asked, her voice full of warmth.

"Yes, he is. I was hoping I could make him breakfast in bed," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of surprising him.

"That sounds lovely, Harry. Of course, you can," she said with a smile, her approval making me feel even more determined to make this day perfect.

"Thanks, Jay," I grinned, already turning toward the fridge. She left me to my task, and I got to work, preparing the breakfast I had planned with care. I decided on crepes—delicate, light, and perfect for a birthday morning—paired with crispy bacon and an array of toppings so Louis could choose his favorites. I made sure to prepare enough for the whole house, placing them on the kitchen table for Jay and the girls to enjoy. After letting them know breakfast was ready, I carefully assembled a tray with Louis's portion, adding a steaming cup of tea to complete it.

The weight of the tray felt surprisingly comforting as I ascended the stairs, each step measured to avoid waking Louis. When I entered the room, my heart melted at the sight of him, still deeply asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. The clock read 9:57 am, and I smiled to myself, knowing the morning would soon unfold in the way I'd envisioned.

I gently set the tray down on the bedside table, then climbed back into bed, my arms instinctively wrapping around Louis's waist. I kissed his soft cheek, peppering his face with gentle kisses, savoring the closeness. "Time to wake up, my beautiful birthday boy," I whispered, my voice full of affection.

"Mmm, warm," Louis murmured sleepily, pulling me closer, his arms circling my body as he nuzzled into my chest. The sensation of his weight against me was comforting, grounding.

"Happy Birthday, Baby!" I cheered softly, the words spilling out with more joy than I could contain.

"Thank you, Hazzie," he sighed, his voice heavy with sleep yet filled with love. "I love you."

"I love you too, love. Are you hungry?" I asked, my heart swelling at the sound of his voice.

"Yes, but I don't want to get up. You're so comfy and warm." Louis snuggled deeper into me, his nose brushing against my neck, sending a wave of warmth through my body.

I laughed softly, despite his protests, and slowly began to get up. He held on tighter, the lightest tug of his hands against me making my heart flutter. "How about breakfast in bed?" I offered, my voice teasing.

Louis blinked awake, his eyes widening as he noticed the tray. "Baby, did you make this?" he gasped, his voice a mix of surprise and appreciation.

"Yeah, I did," I replied, a flush creeping up my neck as I climbed back into bed, carefully setting the tray beside him. "Happy Birthday, Lou. I love you so much."

Louis's gaze softened, his eyes shining with a mixture of awe and affection. "God, Harry, you're so fucking amazing. I love you so much. Thank you," he whispered, and before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss. It was tender and full of meaning, a promise of everything we shared, everything we would continue to build together.