Revealed

Birthday Surprise

   I woke up to see Louis, my older brother, sitting next to me. He had noticed that I was awake, "Hey kiddo." I slightly hit him with the pillow, "Hey, I'm 18 butt-face. I think I'm old enough to not be called a kiddo." He beamed me a friendly smile and handed me a blueberry muffin. As the muffin was placed on my palms, I stared at it in confusion. "What's this?" "It's your birthday, correct? And you're not 18 anymore, you're 19." Months had passed since what happened in California. We were now home in England. I haven't kept track of the dates lately and now realized that it was my birthday. I took a huge bite off of the blueberry muffin and hand it over back to Louis. "Want to go see Harry?" Louis asked. My heart shook, my eyes widen at the name of ‘Harry’. It has been months since we've last seen each other, we have been skyping lately but all of a sudden, our skype moments ended. Ever since his dad died, he took over his dad's company; one of the largest and richest company in England. I didn't pay attention to Louis as I turned on the news. I wanted to break down as I saw Harry's face. He's still the same- curly hair, dimple face, cheeky smile guy. I took my attention off of the T.V. and turned to Louis, "Yeah, that'll be nice."

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    "Paul, do you know where Harry is at right now?" Liam fussed, wanting to see his old buddy again. "Hold on Liam!" Paul snapped. This isn't like Paul, he's the nice one but I guess I understand why he's angry since we're annoying him. "He's in Paris..." Paul choked out the words. Paris? Why would Harry be in Paris? Louis looked at me, "Want to go to Paris for your birthday?" he asked me, asking for my permission. "Of course!" Out of the blue, I felt a large hand holding my hand. It was Niall. I guess me and him had gotten closer than I had expected. I don't even know if we're going out or if I'm still with Harry. Me and Niall hold hands and embrace with each other a lot but my love for Harry is far different that Niall's. Why must love be so complicated? I looked down on my left hand, staring at the beautiful ring that was on my marriage finger; the promise ring. I never took it off, ever. I continued to stare at it intensely and thought to myself, "Here I come Harry. We'll see each other again."

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   "Now, Paul said that Harry was in this hotel that his father owns. Erm, it should be somewhere..." Louis' face was confused at the address Paul had given him. I turned around, my mouth was formed in a O. What stood in front of me was the hotel Harry was staying at. It’s stunningly huge and very fancy. "Mackenzie, go find Harry. We'll go check in, yeah?" I gladly agreed to the suggestion and went scouring for curly hair boy. People stared at me; confused and probably thought I was a lost child. I continued to search for Harry; the only place I haven't checked yet was the bar. I slowly walked in, scanning for Harry when I saw a figure with curly hair. Dammit! It wasn't him it was somebody else. I continued scanning the room til I spotted another curly hair figure. I shouldn't keep my hopes up, it was probably somebody else and besides, the curly hair figure had their arms around a blonde girl. Harry is dating me, I'm sure of it but I had this strong feeling that the curly hair figure was Harry. I stared at him for a moment, hoping that he'll turn around or at least let me get a glimpse of him. My heart started pounding harder and getting louder as the figure slowly turned around, it was....

Harry Styles.