inferno // l.s.

thirty seven

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louis hasn't told him happy birthday.

maybe he forgot. harry's not a big fan of birthdays anyways. not for himself, that is. it's another reminder that he's aging, he's a year older than yesterday and honestly it's just another day for him.

gemma called him to tell him happy birthday and he got to facetime with his niece for a little bit. she's grown so much. her smile was brighter than the sun when she yelled into the phone, "happy day!" after gemma told her to tell him happy birthday. his sister warned him that there should be a package arriving for him within the next day or so with birthday presents from the two of them.

it was even weirder that none of his friends texted him happy birthday. except for niall. he sent this really strange message to him that was about five minutes long basically stating that on this very day, 22 years ago, a man and a woman that loved eachother very much did some very unholy things and created the next baby jesus, who is now named harold edward styles.

his name is harry. not fucking harold. there were other things in the text that didn't make much sense, so he assumed niall was astronomically stoned.

mitch tended to throw parties for his birthday, with too much alcohol and not enough memories. for harry's 21st, he split 21 shots with niall. he didn't remember falling in the bushes outside of mitch's house and puking his guts up. he didn't remember telling the pizza delivery driver that he was more than welcome to come take some shots with them. but he did remember he and liam throwing down to some fergie.

the boss didn't even ask him what he had planned for his birthday. didn't offer to take him to a club, didn't offer a smoke session, nothing.

louis has been acting like it's just a regular day. he started his usual morning routine. waking up, taking a shower, eating something, and crawling back in bed to cuddle with the cat. he's done his ritual morning kisses to wake harry up and cuddling back into him whenever harry stirred. he even reminded harry that he's got his doctor's appointment in a few days. it's just his yearly checkup to make sure everything is still functioning. he can promise they are. can definitely...100% guarantee that.

"harry," louis hums around three in the afternoon, taking a seat on harry's lap. the birthday boy was sitting at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette while texting mitch about their next round of runs. "zayn's making dinner tonight. and when he cooks, it's usually orgasmic. so...you wanna come over to mine and stuff our faces? around like seven or so?"

"fine by me," harry shrugs. "what's he making? is he gonna poison it?"

"definitely not gonna poison it. he knows better. i think it's something new though, i can't remember what it is. he said he made it once before for niall and liam and they fell in love."

harry hums and drapes an arm over louis' thighs. "as long as it's actually edible, then i'll try it."

"'kay," louis kisses his cheek. "you okay? you seem kinda in the dumps."

"i'm okay," harry tilts his head to give the boy an actual kiss. "but thank you for checking on me."

"always."

louis makes him dress nice. which is off, since they're just going to the apartment. louis proposed they just dress fancy to make it look like they're crashing some elegant dinner party, so harry searches through his closet for about thirty minutes before he just settles on a pink button up shirt with white polka dots on it and his nice jeans. he opts for his brown boots to go with it.

louis looks quite dapper as well, sporting a light grey jumper with dark blue skinnies and his hair even has a small braid in the side that he did himself. he took time to put on makeup and played eenie-meenie-minie-moe on which shoes he wanted to wear. his white slip on vans were the winner.