Sixteen

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Harry's POV

It's now New Years Eve. Ava's had a nightmare nearly every night and is still haven't managed to give her her present. Luckily, we haven't heard anything from either of the Satan's in our lives.

"Happy New Year's eve." Ava whispers, startling me.

"You too babe. How are you feeling." I ask.

"Better. I just can't wait until next year."

"Good, and I know. I have a special surprise too." I can't wait to see her face.

"I'm just going to jump in the shower. Be right back!" She smiles, giving my lips a quick peck before she walks into the bathroom and disappears behind the door.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes and running a hand through my wild hair. I get put of bed and grab some sweatpants from the floor, slipping them on then jogging downstairs.


I hear the shower turn off, just as the bacon finishes cooking. Good timing Styles.

"Is that bacon I smell?" Ava laughs, appearing down the stairs, giving me a hug.

"Of course babe." I place the bacon, eggs and sausages on the table, Ava sitting down as I do so.

I love moments like this, in silence, a comfortable silence.

"This is really good Haz, brownie points for you."

"I didn't make any brownies though."

"Hysterical. I'll make some of your favourite banana cookies later if you want."

"Definitely, you must."

"What?" She looks confused as she takes a sip of water from her cup.

"I said, definitely, you must." She still looks confused. I crack up laughing.

"Please, did I miss something?"

"Sure, I so think." I reply, trying to keep my impression going. Watching her eyebrows furrow in her confusion.

"Oh My God!"

"Yes?" Ava gives me a 'seriously' look, "I'm Yoda, from Star Wars? The little green dwarf thing with ears and-"

"Okay, I understand. Your twin then?"

I place my hand on my chest, "I'm offended." 

"Love you really!" she laughs

"Oh I know." I reply, taking a bite of my sandwich

We finish our breakfast, deciding on a lazy movie day.

"Hey Haz?" Ava looks up at me. We are currently sat on the sofa watching the notebook, Ava has her head on my legs.

"Yeah?"

"I have a great idea." She sits up, swinging her legs over the edge.

"Which is what?" I chuckle.

"A bucket list, but of things we should do for next year." I grin at her cute idea.

"Thats actually a good idea, something to look back on, we could take pictures of each accomplishment!" I'm getting excited myself.

"I wanted to do one in high school but never got round to it." My smile fades, not wanting to remember those years of my life.

"Don't worry, we'll make it extra special." I place a kiss on her nose just as my phone starts to ring.

I glance at the ID.

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