One Night [GirlxGirl]

VI

"Happy birthday to you," I heard singing softly, "happy birthday to you," another low and raspy voice sang, "happy birthday dear Manda, happy birthday to you."
My lids fluttered open and the first thing I saw was the white cieling.
"What's going on?" I asked with a husky voice I didn't know I had, rubbing a hand over my face.
"Today's July 20th, bae," I lifted my back so I could sit properly, and when I managed to open up my sleepy eyes fully, I found Harry, Rebecca, and Louis, sitting around me on my bed, with their legs folded under their bums, so they all could fit in, and a little cupcake with a candle lit on, right in front on me.
I smiled weakly at their kindness and closed my eyes for a moment, to express my wish before blowing off the little blue candle.
"Come on birthday girl, there are more cupcakes downstairs! Let's go have a proper breakfast!" Rebecca said, crawling up to me to peck my lips before leaving the room.
When I turned to Harry, I found him looking at an impressed Louis.
"I know, I had the same reaction, love," Harry tried to soothe him.
I yawned, "Lou, where the hell have you been all this time? I haven't seen you in ages, mate!" I smiled widely at Louis Tomlinson.

Louis William Tomlinson, nineteen-years-old lad, excellent drama student, and Harry's boyfriend since September 28th. We were mates, he was such a nice lad, always smiling and willing to help and make people happy. He loved to play soccer and cracking jokes. A bunch of sarcasm I learnt how to deal with in within months.

"Hello, princess finesse," he said laughing and standing up.
I got up from my bed and hugged him, a cough destroying the sweet atmosphere.
"Really, Harry?" I turned to him and cocked up an eyebrow.
"Listen, you may be lesbian, and he may be gay too, but you're in your underwear and hugging my boyfriend, so I have every right to be jelaous," Harry retorted in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Calm your tits, dear," I gave him a weird look, then I blew a kiss to Louis and went off to the bathroom to shower and put some clothes on before going downstairs.

"This shit is good," I heard Rebecca's muffled voice saying.
As I stepped in the kitchen, I noticed some blue baloons hung on the walls, and a dozen of cupcakes put in a flower-shaped plate on the counter.
I went around the table to leave a kiss on Diana's cheek, "Good morning A, happy birthday," she said sweetly; then I went to mess up with George's hair, who pulled me down by my hand to plant a kiss on my right cheek, before wishing me a happy birthday.
"How about dad?" I asked frowning, while sitting on a stool among my friends.
"He had to go out for work early this morning—" I looked up at the clock, it was eight am, "—but he'll be back for lunch, don't worry," Diana said, smiling.
We had breakfast all together, a small talk here and there about university, parties, Diana asking about Harry and Louis' relationship, and stuff like that.
Rebecca and I stayed silent throughout the whole meal, until she asked me what I wanted to do.
"You're turning eighteen, you can't stay home and watch a film!" Harry blurted out.
"Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do, Mrs. Tomlinson," I nodded.
Harry's cheeks heated up and he looked away shyly.
"Kids, calm down—"
"Hey, I'm no longer a kid!" I cut Louis off. He scoffed, before glancing briefly at the clock.
"I should go," Louis said, "I have to meet up with a co-worker before my shift."
"Can I come with you, Lou?" Harry asked, "we can catch up later, if you want to?" He said to me afterwards.
"Sure thing, go with your prince and do your naughty stuff," I giggled, "'meet up with a co-worker', sure," I said, mocking Louis' high pitched voice.
Both the lads' cheeks were flushed by then, when I dismissed them, just reminding both to use condoms and the safe words.

"A, how come you're eighteen, still you have already finished high school?" George wondered, after Diana took her hands away from the kid's ear— probably trying to avoid her little child listening to my raccomandation towards Harry and Louis.
"Well, you take up high school when you're around fourteen, then it's four years, right? You can do the Maths. It depends on the month you were born in."
George pouted and nodded firmly, then he just ran away.
"Speaking of school," Diana began saying, "have you heard from the university?"
"No, nothing. Neither Harry did, actually."
"I really hope you got in," Rebecca said, intertwining our fingers under the counter.
"I'm sure she did," Diana said.