Saving Us || l.h

T W E N T Y O N E

Harry escorted me into my party, paps everywhere. "Maybe this wasn't the best idea for me to escort you in." He mutters. "Don't worry about it. I have a birthday interview tomorrow with Ellen, I'm little miss popular the day after my birthday." I laugh. We walked into the ballroom, and I saw how much effort had been put in. It looked magnificent! I went around, mingling, thanking people for coming, taking pictures.

I was currently talking to Rachel Platten, talking about her upcoming tour. "Make sure you visit a pastry shop in France, the closer to the Eiffel Tower, the better." I grin, taking a drink from a margarita. It wasn't half bad. "Sounds like a plan, how's your tour?" "It's great, it's almost over, but it will be nice to have a break." She nods, smiling. "Where's Luke?" "On his way to Asia." "Dang, that's too bad." I nod. "I should keep seeing everyone, I'll talk to you later?" "Yeah! Happy birthday!" "Thank you!" I smile.

Hours passed, I blew out the candles on my cake, drank here and there, talked to everyone for a little bit, but even though I had so many friends here, it wasn't the same without my best friends. I should have just had close friends come to celebrate instead of people I've talked to maybe twice before tonight.

My brother stopped the music, standing on the makeshift stage and shushing the crowd. "So, my little sister isn't so little anymore. She's a true adult now that she can legally drink in the United States, happy birthday Dylan. I love you so much. Here's a video collage of the years." He grins, stepping off the stage.

I groan, knowing it's only embarrassing videos. The first video was me coming home from the hospital, my dad almost dropping me walking through the front door. I cracked a smile, watching the videos of me with my brothers and friends, pictures stitched in every so often. Then we got to my teenage years and there weren't as many videos, more pictures, and I wasn't looking as happy as I had as a little kid. Then it was videos of me performing, videos of me and Luke and I felt arms go around my waist.

"Happy birthday, babe." Luke's voice says quietly in my ear. I turn around in surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You're supposed to be in - what? How?" I ask, disregarding the video completely and focusing on Luke. "I'm not missing my fiancés twenty first birthday." He says, pulling me in for a hug and kissing my forehead. "But I leave in about six hours so we have six hours." He mumbles. "I'd take an hour and be fine. I can't believe you're here." I admit, pulling him down for a kiss.

Luke pulled away, kissing me quickly before turning me to face the screen. The video on the screen was me and Luke at the One Direction tour, on stage alone. It looked like I was drawing something on his hand. "What's this?" I ask him quietly. "Do you remember this day?" I shake my head no.

"Right after we had a fight, I sat with you on stage and we talked it out, and I was trying to calm you down because of something the fans had said about us. Then I had you draw your name all over my arm as a joke saying I was only yours. At the concert that night a fan asked about it during a silent part and you were on stage too, so you answered and she thought it was cute. She said it's a good way to help you feel better and stuff and that it was a good idea." "And after the concert you drew all over my arm." He nods. "You drew a heart over my scars and put your name in it." "Yeah, the rest of the night you kinda just let everything out and told me about some of the scars and everything." I nod slowly, remembering how emotional that night was.

The next video was one of me and Luke, I was on his lap and he was laughing and hugging me close. I was grinning and trying to get out of his grip. "Let me go!" I laughed in the video. "No! It took me thirty minutes to get that mustache off!" I had drawn a mustache on him. I laughed, watching the video. I grabbed the table, trying to get out of Luke's hold. The table moved back with me and I let go so I wouldn't break it, falling back on Luke and the couch fell backward. Luke was still holding onto me, but I had somehow turned myself around and was now laying on top of him, laughing. "Look what you did." He says. "This is all you!" I frown. He kisses me, making me smile in the video. The video ended, a picture of me and Luke asleep on a couch together finished the video collage.