The first day of February.
I was about to go down the stairs and call a taxi to be able to go to the agency. There was no one in the room when I woke up, in fact I found them both in the entrance room with a huge smile on their faces.
«Well?», I asked confused.
«Where do you think you're going?», Jenna asked with a strange euphoria in her voice.
«At the agency. By now the flights should be available»
«We'll go there tomorrow», Zayn said, «Today is not suitable»
«What the fuck do you mean it's not suitable?», I widened my eyes in confusion.
«Come on Harry...», she said disappointed, «Is it possible that this year too you don't remember what day it is?»
I paled. I hated when I forgot dates, we always ended up yelling at each other.
«Maybe it's...», I tried to force myself to think.
«It's your birthday dickhead», he said in shock, «How is it possible you don't remember your birthday?»
«Oh...», I heaved a sigh of relief, «It's normal for me to forget, I've never celebrated it», I shrugged.
«I've been making you celebrate your birthday for ten years», Jenna rolled her eyes, «Happy birthday», she hugged me softly.
«Thanks», I whispered into her hair.
«Happy birthday, Hazza», the dark-haired man patted me on the shoulder as I let go of Jenna.
«Thanks, but... you aren't planning to throw me a party or anything, right?»
I hated celebrating it. I always felt that the day of my birth was a misfortune, something that had destroyed the lives of innocent people... too many people had died because of me.
«We'll celebrate by being together», Zayn said, «And I'm sorry for you, but I haven't given you any presents. Until this morning I didn't know it was your birthday»
«I don't care», I shrugged, not at all bothered.
«I do», Jenna smiled, «Well, actually it's not really a gift... I want to give something back to you, here», embarrassed, she handed me a horribly made package. I opened it curiously and I took out my cross-shaped necklace. I didn't even noticed she had it... and I wondered why. I looked up to her and I tried to ask her.
«How did you get this?»
«I got it just before I left home», she whispered, her cheeks flushed.
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