Diner Girl *Harry Styles Love Story*

Chapter 45

"Wake up!" A little girl's voice chimes in my ears as the bright morning sun peers through the thin, hotel curtains. I groan, but open my eyes slightly. A small, tan face comes into view and you would know exactly who it is just by their smile.

"Paige?" I sit up in the bed, allowing my morning voice to speak for itself.

"Happy Birthday!" She jumps on to the mattress before attacking me. I laugh hysterically as she hops up and down, singing "How old are you now?" I tell her to stop on the number 18 and she gasps before sitting down next to me. "You're so old." She crinkles up her nose as if the age is disgusting.

​"Thanks," I say sarcastically, but laugh as well. "What are you doing here?" I ask her, not realizing that she was visiting me on tour.

​"Harry invited us." She said with a bright smile. I look to my left and notice Harry isn't next to me. Where did he go?

"Us?" I raise my eyebrow and she nods as four other people enter the hotel room. I look behind her and smile when my mother, brother, and two other sisters walk towards me with a pile of pancakes on a plate and a lit candle in the middle of them. They all started to sing happy birthday as the boys of One Direction, 5SOS, Eleanor, Perrie, Crystal, and Payton all enter as well. My wide smile grows as they all surround my bed singing to me. When the song ends, my mom lowers the plate towards me and tells me to make a wish. I close my eyes and make one.

I wish everything will stay the same because I have everything I can ever need.

After making my wish, I open up my eyes and blow out the single purple candle. They cheer and clap in applaud and I thank them all. My mother hands me the plate with a fork and knife. I take it from her grasp with a thankful grin.

"Are you guys going to eat?" I ask everyone.

"We already did. This is your special birthday breakfast." My mother tells me as I take a bite. "We do this every birthday." She reminds me and the taste of my mother's recipe fills my mouth.

"You made it?" I ask her.

"Of course I did. I do it every year."

"I know, but we're at a hotel." I say back.

"The hotel room your lovely boyfriend got for us has a kitchen." She tells me and I turn my gaze to a smiling Harry.

"Thank you, Harry. This all means so much and without you, they wouldn't be here."

"Its no problem." He says before sitting down next to me on the bed.

"Well," My mother lets out a breath. "Lets leave Faith alone to eat and enjoy her morning." She gives me one last smile before practically forcing everybody besides Harry out of the room. I continue to eat and once the door closes, my plate is taken from my hands and placed on the bed side table. I crinkle up my eyebrows as the fork is removed from my grasp as well. Before I could process anything else, Harry is on top of me, kissing my face all over. My lips are the last thing to be kissed before he looks down at me and smiles.