Hunger [H.S]

June (part 1)

Back in London Frankie had to get back up on her feet and go to work. She had a summer vacation ahead of her in July, but she needed to finish some assignments first, so she buried herself in work, and pulled a lot of overtime. That meant she didn't see Harry quite as much, as she would have liked, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, and when they had time together, they used it properly. 

Frankie's birthday was coming up. She knew Abi probably wouldn't let it slide, but if she didn't draw any attention to it, there was a chance Abi wouldn't have time to plan anything. Harry had asked if she wanted to go out for dinner on her birthday, but she had asked if they could cook something at home. He thought that was an excellent idea, and so they agreed that he would pick her up after work on her birthday, and then they would go back to Hampstead Heath and cook mushroom risotto. 

Abi woke her on her birthday, singing loudly and serving her pancakes and juice. She had bought Frankie a cute t-shirt that said 'If you're not Harry Styles, don't talk to me'. Frankie laughed joyfully at it, and thanked Abi for such a sweet gesture. She wore it to work with a pair of jeans and a blazer. 

She was having a hard time having to wait for later, when Harry would pick her up. He had texted her in the morning, wished her a happy birthday and asked her permission to give her a birthday kiss when he saw her. She had accepted his offer, and suggested that he also let her have her way with his body. 

'Escándalo!' He had replied and she had laughed so much her belly hurt.

There were many texts and messages throughout the day from her friends and family, wishing her a happy birthday. Several of her closest friends seemed to need to mention, that they were sorry, they couldn't spend her birthday with her, but they would see her soon for dinner and drinks at their favourite pub. She found it a little suspicious that they all mentioned it, but it could be a coincidence. 

When her shift was almost over, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Harry. 

'Come out here and kiss me.' 

She chuckled at her phone and tried to see him from her office window. She couldn't, so she grabbed her stuff and said goodbye to the few colleagues, who were still in the office. They wished her a happy birthday and she was off. 

Harry had parked his car right outside the office building. He was leaning up against it, hands in his pockets, looking like the dreamy bad boy from a teen movie. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt and his hair was looking extra soft and lovely. She walked towards him, and he shifted position opening his arms to her. She quickly closed the distance between them, put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. A long, passionate, deep kiss. She heard someone wolf-whistle at them, which made them both laugh. 

"Happy birthday, love," Harry said, his arms around her. He smiled at her, and chuckled at her t-shirt. "What does it say?" He squinted as she opened her blazer, showing him the full text. 

"Abi bought it," she laughed. 

"I like it," he grinned. "But shouldn't it have said Niall Horan?" 

Frankie pinched his side, and he laughed and tried to avoid being tickled. 

"So what do you want for your birthday from me?" He asked. 

Frankie shrugged. "I can't think of anything. Your company maybe?"

Harry yawned. "Boring!" 

She laughed and leaned close to his ear. "It is not. I'm expecting to be allowed full access to your sexual services," she whispered and bit his earlobe. 

He shuddered and looked at her with an expression of pure lust. "Let's go," he smirked and opened the car door for her. 

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