Sage

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A/N Ellie on her birthday night :) her dress was blue but you get the gist. enjoy!!!

If you asked me, I'd say that Harry was a little tipsy by the time we stumbled through the doors of his condo, high on the warm, sticky night.

Harry held four birthday gift bags, all of different colors and variations of odd shapes. One, he had between his teeth so he could grasp the bouquet of generously arranged alstroemeria and buttom poms he got for me. He sneezed repeatedly but refused to let me hold them for him. In fact, Harry didn't allow me to do anything. Watching him drop his keys as he tried to unlock the front door while balancing the gift bags and flowers was a sight. I knew the night was over in some sense, but now that I was alone with Harry, it felt like it'd just begun.

I didn't know where to put the custom-made bobbleheads (made to look like Jenny, Niall, and me), nor did I know where I'd place the makeup brushes, maternity gown, and 3-d photo tower keepsake of a picture of Jenny and me the day I got my septum pierced. These were only a few gifts I'd gotten from the small bunch. There were at least four more bags in the car: shoes, skincare supplies, and a pregnancy pillow.

To say I was grateful would be an understatement.

"How're you feeling, momma?" Harry wonders as he pats an instinctive hand on my back, silently urging me to sit on the couch. It was a habit he'd picked up for the last week since he found out my feet were swelling. If you asked him, I was now incapable of taking off my shoes.

"Fine. Excited for my gift," I say, throwing him a playful look over my shoulder as I make my way to the seat. I hear him laugh behind me, along with the shuffling of him placing the bags on the island top.

"That you are," He calls from the kitchen.

I was given all but one of my gifts at the restaurant. While the pregnancy pillow, shoes, and make-up brushes were from Gale, none of it was from Harry. Don't get me wrong; I didn't mind since I learned that he'd practically planned the entire day for me. But it wasn't enough for him. He promised that he had not one gift for me at home but five. And to say I was exhilarated to see them would be an understatement.

My eyes curiously looked around his clean living room while he continued to empty the bags. I could hear him crumbling them up to put them in the trash, and I took that chance to crane my neck and look up the stairs. Five gifts were a lot, and I was determined to at least get a hint before I was given them. The excitement of not knowing was a sure thrill, but the nosy part of me wanted a heads-up.

"How big is the gift?" I finally ask, beginning to undo the straps on my sandals.

Harry surprises me when he jogs down the two little steps separating the kitchen from the living room, making me sit up and turn to face him, knowing he'd have a fit if he saw me doing "his job."

He smirks at my question, shrugging lightly. "That's subjective,"

I roll my eyes.

"It's nearly eleven. There isn't room for any more big surprises, pretty boy."

"Oh? Who says?" He gets down to one knee and taps his leg, silently indicating for me to lift my foot. When I do, he rests it on his knee and begins to undo the straps.

"Me. I'm the birthday girl, remember?"

"You're also a Leo...You know what my mom says about Leo's?"

"That we're fuckin' hot?"

"No," He places my foot down and taps his knee for me to lift the other, "That you're control freaks. Have to know everything that's happening. You guys are a bitch to surprise."