“It’s a very special night here at Love on Tour,” Harry announces. Your face drops instantly, knowing what’s coming next. “You all know our wonderful keyboard player Y/N, right?” The crowd erupts into cheers, and you can already feel the blush rise up your neck. “Well, what you may not know is that today is her birthday!”
The shouts and whistles seem to amplify as you shoot Harry a dirty look. He grins at you, crooking his finger calling you to join him. You shake your head and mouth the words ‘no way’ to him. He simply chuckles in response.
You look around to your bandmates for backup, but they are all encouraging you to take your place by Harry’s side for the celebration. Even Mitch gives you a shrug, suggesting your compliance. Harry steps up to your podium and offers you his hand. You take a deep breath, linking your hand with his and following him to center stage.
“Just go with it, I promise it will be over soon.” He whispers to you as a cake is carried out onstage.
He wraps one arm around you, holding the microphone to his mouth with the other. “I think we should all sing for her, don’t you?” He counts it off and thousands of people start singing happy birthday to you.
This is, quite possibly, your worst nightmare. You were the girl who refused to get a drink at your twenty-first birthday dinner, because you were afraid that when they carded you and saw it was your birthday, they would send the staff to sing to you. You hate being the center of attention, that’s why you’re in a band, you don’t lead a band.
Harry knew this, and yet here you are. He wasn’t doing it in a malicious way, he loves you and wants to celebrate you. He knows you like to hide, and the two of you have done a good job keeping your relationship under the radar, but he will still take any chance to show you off in whatever capacity he can. Your birthday was the perfect opportunity for that.
As the song came to an end, the cake was held out in front of you for you to blow out the candles. You did so, and immediately covered your face with your hands. Harry laughed, he loved how shy you were, he thought it was adorable.
“Do you have anything to say, birthday girl?” He asked before moving the microphone in front of you.
You curl your fingers into your palms, fists resting at the bottom of your chin. “Thanks,” you mumble into the microphone, your fingers immediately coming back up to hide your face.
Harry smiles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, making sure the microphone is low enough to not pick up his voice. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“I’m going to kill you. You know that, right?” You speak against his chest, which you immediately feel rumble with laughter.
“Worth it.” He replies, kissing the top of your head.
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Credits to justmystyles
