"Cherry flavored conversations with you
Got me hanging on"
-🍒
Lorelei Cupid is an aspiring cosmetologist who has a slight cherry obsession. She is dealing with a terrible ex-best friend and possible financial problems. She encounters Harry, a new s...
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As soon as class was over, I rushed home, so that we could start the preparations. Louis had made the cake yesterday at his place, and Niall's job was to keep Harry away from the apartment. So, all that was left to do was decorate before they arrived at 2 o'clock. We had hidden the decorations at Liam's place since it was closer (he lived in the same building as Louis but on the fourth floor).
"Can someone get the other end of this banner?" I asked again. There was chaos everywhere, we were about 30 minutes behind schedule and did not have very long before Harry and Niall were due to arrive. "And can someone text Niall to stall a bit longer?" I asked as Mari hobbled over a small stool to help me.
We should have really thought this through. Who knew planning a surprise birthday party was so hard? And who knew so many things could go wrong? The elevator in Liam's and Louis's building stopped working, and Louis lived on the 15th floor. He had to go down the stairs while carefully holding the cake so it would not splatter all over the staircase. Liam had to go down four flights of stairs and back up again about three times so he could get everything.
"Niall says that Harry is getting suspicious and they're on their way home," Louis informed us. This encouraged us all to work faster. Quickly blow up the balloons. Quickly tie them to the corners of the room. Drinks, confetti, and presents were all done. Quickly place the cake on the table, turn off the lights, and be quiet.
The jangle of keys outside the door caused a wave of silence to go across the room. The lock turned, and the door opened followed by a loud sound and a string of curses. "What did I just trip on?"
Oops.
3, 2, 1.
We all jumped up and yelled, "Surprise!" The lights were turned on.
"What that fuck!" Another loud sound. Harry was on the floor, having tripped over a small stool that was resting by the door. "What the hell is happening?"
"Uh, Happy birthday? Are you okay?" I asked, going over to him.
"Happy birthday?" He asked.
"Yeah, 'cause it's your birthday... remember? Did you hit your head?"
"No, I just- I thought you guys forgot," He replied, getting up.
"That was what we wanted you to think," I smirked.
"Very nicely played," He hummed, nodding his head.
"How much longer are you gonna stand there and stare at each other? We all have places to be," A voice said, and another countered, "No we don't."
I glared at Zayn before excitedly grabbing Harry's wrist, "So...what do you think?"
"It's perfect. I love it. Thank you," Harry replied, pecking my lips after each sentence. I felt my face heat up, and a smile bloomed on my lips.
