Rule Number One

Chapter Fifteen- Birthday Kisses

A gift consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer. ~Lucius Seneca

Harry's POV-

I watched Brooklyn from the other side of my apartment that was now currently filled with people dancing, laughing, and even kissing. She was wearing the same red strapless dress she had worn the night we met. I don't know why, but that sent chills down my spine. Maybe she did it on purpose. Her hair was half up half down and she had curled the tips. Just like I had told her I had liked it. She was beautiful and I wanted her now more than ever. I wanted her to be mine. 

She made eye contact and slowly walked over to me. "Happy birthday!" She exclaimed, over the loudness of the music, giving me a hug. When she hugged me I was immediately hit with a wave of electiricity running throughout my body, giving me goosebumps. 

Brooklyn pulled away reluctantly and looked me right in the eyes, "I want to give you your birthday present."

"Brooklyn you didn't have to get me anything. Just you being here was all I needed," I whispered in her ear. 

She blushed, "Trust me, I think your going to love this present. I just can't give it to you here. Follow me, okay?"

I eyed her sucpiciously, "I'm worried about this present of yours. If it envolves anything illegal, I'm out. Management would kill me."

She rolled her eyes and laughed, "Harry really? No it's not illegal." She grabbed my hand and started to pull my through the masses of people at the party. I laced our fingers together and she slightly gasped. I smirked at her and grinned cheekinly, loving the reaction I had on her by the simplest of touches. 

When we reached my room she closed the door behind us and turned to face me. She looked a bit nervous. She puts one of her hands on the side of my cheek and started to move closer to me. When we were barely an inch apart she whispered, "Happy birthday Harry."

After that she leaned in, closing the gap between our mouths. Again the spark of electricity washed over me. Our lips moved in sync as if they were made for eachother. My hands wrapped around her tiny waste, pulling her as close as I could without suffocating her. Her hands were playing with my curly locks, and I smiled as I kissed her. Very few people were aloud to touch my curls. Brooklyn being one of them.

She pulled away to catch a breath and we stared into eachothers eyes for a moment. Finally she spoke up, "Did you like your present?"

I nodded, "Best present I have gotten in a long time."

"Oh so it wasn't the best present ever?" She questioned smirking.

I grinned, "I don't know. I got some pretty great presents as a child. It's a bit hard to compete with my mum. She always gave the best gifts."

"Well I guess I will just have to kiss you again to see if I can change that," She stated. I nodded and attacked her lips hungrily.

"Hey birthday boy, wake up!" Louis yelled in my ear. 

I immediately sat up in bed and looked over at Louis and Niall. Both were grinning, clearly amused. "What the hell guys?!" I yelled.

"It's already 11:00, Harry. We needed to get you up so you can get ready for your birthday!" Niall explained.

I nodded incoherently, rubbing my eyes. "I hate you guys."

Louis frowned at wiped away a fake tear, "I thought you said you loved me Hazz? Was it all fake to you?"