Letters To Harry

19 - Happy Birthday To...Two?

Harry's POV

Last night after the girls left, it took me hours to get to sleep. I was too nervous about tomorrow, being that it was my 21st birthday and Louis had promised there would be surprises. With him, this could mean a great gift or waking me up by throwing me into the snow at 3am.

Niall and Emeline had gone out for dinner last night, but he'd returned home to a freezing apartment (smart boy that he is forgot to turn on the heating in January before he left). He wound up at our place and decided that my bed was the comfiest spot to sleep. At the moment, he was curled up against my side, snoring softly. I checked the clock. 9am. Well, that's late enough.

"NIALL WAKE UP!" I yelled, pushing him onto the floor.

"Ow! Wha- HARRY!" He groaned, rubbing his elbow which had taken the full impact of his landing on the floor. I shrugged, grinning.

"It's my birthday, I'll wake you up when I feel like it." His eyes widened.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY!" Niall shouted, maybe louder than necessary.

"Gee, thanks." I mumbled, trying to stop the ringing in my ears. "Where's Lou?"

"Um...he's...well..." Niall's eyes were shifting around the room, looking everywhere but at me. "Grocery shopping! Yeah...he's buying...um...carrots! For um...Eleanor...yeah."

"Whatever." I said, moving to get up. "I need breakfast...do you want some pancakes?"

Niall'd eyes lit up at the mention of food, then he frowned.

"No...you stay here. I'll get something."

"Since when do you prepare food for other people?" I laughed.

"Since it's your birthday and I'm gonna do somehing nice for you." He smiled, and I was almost convinced.

Niall ran out of the room and I went to take a shower. I dried my hair and pulled on my Jack Wills sweater and tight jeans (Zayn often made fun of me for them, but who was he to talk with his T-shirts?) and black converse. I fixed my hair, not in the mood for a beanie today, and brushed my teeth before heading back to my bedroom. My phone lay charging on the nightstand. I sat down and turned it on, opening up my Twitter app.

@Harry_Styles : wow, can't believe I'm 21!! :o #feelingold

I read through some of the tweets I was getting and smiled, answering a few of them.

@abcduh : @Harry_Styles happy birthday!! make sure the boys do something nice for you :)

@Harry_Styles : @abcduh thanks :) haha I've not been allowed out of my room yet so I think they've got something planned .x

@wutnialler : @Harry_Styles do you remember your 17th birthday? <3

@Harry_Styles : @wutnialler yeah just after X Factor I think :) x

@AliaOfficial_x : @Harry_Styles happy birthday sweetie! I love you xox

@Harry_Styles : @AliaOfficial_x thanks babe, see you tonight? <3 xox

@AliaOfficial_x : @Harry_Styles yup! think @Louis_Tomlinson will surprise you ;) x

I groaned, closing the Twitter app. When could I leave? As if he'd read my thoughts, Louis' head popped around the door.

"Haz, you have to leave."

"Good morning Lou. How was your sleep?" I rolled my eyes at my best friend.

"Lovely. Now go!" He pulled me out of my room. I was just about to walk down the hallway when a weight was added to my back and my vision disappeared.