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his birthday

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"I don't think I'll be able to make it to dinner tomorrow, H, I'm sorry. I completely forgot I made plans to go out with my friends from Calc."

Tomorrow was Harry's birthday. And, (Y/N) didn't remember.

It was his fault really, he'd only told her once maybe in passing and it was too late now to remind her without feeling guilty, especially since he knew she would want to plan something special. Instead, he glossed over the date, pretending it was nothing more than another Saturday night they made dinner plans on. While he knew it was partly his fault, he still couldn't help but feel a bit let down that now, he wasn't even going to be able to do that.

"That's alright, I understand. We'll jus' do something next week, instead, right?" Harry plastered a smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to her temple before restoring his attention to the thickening cheese sauce simmering on his stovetop.

"Are you sure? I feel bad," (Y/N) pouted, kicking her legs from where she sat perched on the counter beside him.

"I promise," he smiled, "I'll miss you, but I understand."

(Y/N)'s eyes softened at his words. "I'll miss you, too," she vowed, reaching to grab his free hand to hold in her lap, "But we can still have our sleepover tonight, right?"

Harry couldn't help the crooked curl his lips took at the fact she called it their sleepovers. She was too cute for her own good. "Of course we can, pretty girl. Would never miss out on an opportunity to wake up next to you."

Her gaze dropped to their joined hands in her lap, her fingertips gently tracing over the planes of his palm. "And you promise it's okay that we don't have dinner tomorrow?"

While he was more than understanding of why they weren't going to be able to meet up the following day, Harry almost wanted to stake his claim on the night by revealing it was his birthday. He knew that if she was aware, there would be no question where she would spend her evening. But, he couldn't do that. She didn't spend time with girls from school too often, having become a bit shy after everything that happened with Iris. But, she had finally found a trio of friends who were kind and encouraging—people who actually deserved her friendship. He couldn't take that from her.

"'S perfectly fine, darling—promise. I still get you to myself tonight, so I've got nothing to complain about." Turning the temperature dial down on the stove, Harry abandoned his station and worked his way to stand between (Y/N)'s legs. If he wouldn't have her 'til late tomorrow, he was going to take full advantage of his time with her now.

Slipping his hand out from the clasp of her two, he brought his own pair up to cradle her cheeks in his palms. A contented smile took home on her lips; she was well aware of the affection he was going to smother her with. That look breathed a puff of pride into Harry's chest. She was well taken care of, all to his credit.

Harry dipped his head and planted a tender kiss to her lips. (Y/N) was just barely able to pucker her lips through the smile on her face, allowing him to taste her happiness. The kiss was innocent and short, Harry pulling away only to brush his nose against hers in a gentle puppy's kiss.

He should have known better than to cut it short, seeing as soon as (Y/N) got a good grip on the broad stretch of his shoulders, she used the leverage to surge forward for a deep kiss. Harry didn't have to think before he gave into her silent request, dropping his hands to land on the flare of her hips and tugged her to the edge of the counter. Her thighs pillowed his own as he sunk into the kiss, indulging in the teenage-style fever he felt for her. This would never get old, Harry decided. No matter how many birthdays he spent getting older, the gluttonous want he had for her and the juvenile make-out sessions they spent quenching that need, would never get old.