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Melody

Harry blows the last balloon and takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. I roll my eyes, going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for him. Today's my birthday, and apparently Harry is very excited so he started planning this 'party' for me. I specifically told him that I don't want any party, because now I'm very mature, and will be turning twenty years old. But, he of course, replied negatively, and said that he wants to throw a big party. We don't even have friends here, I don't really know who's invited. I shake my head while returning to the living room, which is filled with colorful balloons now.

"Harry. . ." I say, resisting to let out a laugh as he struggles to blow a red balloon. I thought he blew the last one?

Harry shuts his eyes, dropping the balloon, which flies from corner to corner then finally hitting me in the face. Harry throws his head backwards, clutching his stomach laughing. I glare at him, handing him the glass of water, and make my way through the million balloons on the floor, going to the door as someone rings the doorbell. "Coming!"

I open the door and I find Louis grinning from ear to ear holding a large box. He yells, "I got the cake!" He pushes me out of the way and runs to the kitchen, almost slipping in the process. I shut the door, and go back to Harry, who is now standing on the sofa hanging a big poster that says 'Happy Birthday Melody!'.

I groan, raising my hands in frustration. "Harry we don't know anyone! Who are you even inviting to this damn party?!"

"Hold that thought. . ." He mumbles, jumping off the sofa carefully. "Now, what were you saying?" Harry smiles, approaching me.

I glare, "I said, we know no one here, Harry. Who are you inviting?" Which reminds me, I can't invite Niall and Liam since they're out of town.

"I already invited a couple of friends from LA, and people who work with me in the bakery, and a few neighbors here." Harry smiles. I look at him with a straight face then ask, "Do you expect our friends to fly from LA to here?"

He nods, then turns around to the sound of Louis' voice in the kitchen. Dork.

Seems like I'm left alone now. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I get it out to open the message I received.

Zayn: Hey

My heart beats to a fast pace, and my stomach twists, as my fingers fumble to type a reply.

Me: Hii :))

Do I sound too excited to talk with him? I wrote two I's in Hi, and a freaking smiley face. I absolutely sound more than excited to text him.

Zayn: Wanna hang out tonight?

Tonight? But the freaking party is tonight. I really want to hang out with Zayn, but I don't want to let Harry down. I sigh, then an idea pops in my head. I smile lightly, and enter the kitchen to see Harry and Louis preparing drinks and food.

"Harry can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, love. What is it?" He says, licking the white frosting off of his finger.

"Can I invite a friend?" I smile, looking up at him, after he finishes with the cupcakes and gives me all his attention.

"Of course! It's your party after all. What's your friend's name?" Harry opens the fridge, and puts the tray of cupcakes inside.