The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 46: A Very Special Birthday

I'm sound asleep, as I dream of one direction. When suddenly, I'm awaken by being shaken.

"Wha?" I mutter, in my morning voice.

I rub my eyes, and see Harry onto of me.

"It's my birthday!"

I look over at the clock and it's 12:01 in the morning.

"Harry it's freaking midnight. Let me sleep."

"But it's my birthday!" he says, his tone sad.

"NO harry, it's not your birthday yet" I say, as I push him off of me.

"Good night, Harry." I mutter, as I roll to my side and fall asleep. My phone goes off at about ten, and I rub my eyes again. Well, that was good sleep for now. I look over next to me, and Harry's not there. I run downstairs into the kitchen, and find Harry watching television.

"Harry!" I exclaim. I guess I startled him, because he jumped, and the remote crashed to the floor.

"Shi-"

"Harry, it's okay" I interrupt. He gets up and hugs me.

"You're turning nineteen..." I mutter into his chest. "

He smiles, and lets me go.

"I have your gifts, but they'll be given to you after today."

"Why after today!" he complains. "Because Harry, you're going to be busy today with your birthday party."

He frowns, but instantly smiles when he gets an idea.

"What are you going to do for your party?" I ask.

"I'm going to the club."

"Can I tag along?" I ask. He pulls me close to him by my wrist, and looks down at me.

"Of course, baby." he mutters before passionately kissing me. In fact, the kiss was so passionate, I was left standing there dazed.

"I guess we have to stay home til it gets dark." I suggest. He nods, and we rent a romantic comedy. We watch it together on the couch, sharing a blanket. I get up and go to the kitchen, pulling out an ice cream cake from the fridge. I sing Happy Birthday as I walk into the living room with the cake. His eyes widen, like a little kid on christmas morning.

"A cake! for me?" he exclaims.

"Yes!"

I put it on the coffee table, and he kisses me before blowing out the candles. We cut the cake and eat a bunch of slices, before we notice it's about 9 at night.

"I guess it's time" I mutter.

He comes up with me to my bedroom to change, but I push him out of my room.

"No you naughty boy!" I say, as he smirks, he stays in front of the door, as

I slam the door shut, locking it, and feeling a wave of relief hit me. I sigh, and change into the best dress I have for a club. It's a black, tight dress, with black stilettos. I top it off with a good amount of makeup, and a clutch. I walk out, brushing the last strand of my hair, when I see Harry in front of the door.

"Yes?" I ask. He looks down at his unbuttoned white shirt, and his bow tie. His bow tie, is also undone.

"Harry are you sure you're turning 19? You act like you're turning 6." he smiles, as I finish buttoning his shirt, and begin to work on his bow tie.

While I wrap it around his neck, I pull him close to me, as I kiss him. He steps back after we release, obviously shocked. He looked so funny, a bit of lipstick on his lips now, and I finish his bow tie with a wink. I walk out, and he slaps my butt.

"Easy.." I mutter. We get in the car and head to the club, where the rest of his bandmates are there.

"How are you love?" asks Niall, as I scan his outfit. I can tell he's scanning mine too, because Harry asked him a question like 2 minutes ago, but he was looking at me. I smile and blush, as I walk away and order us all drinks. I don't remember how much money I spent, because I ran out of money really fast. You know what that means? A lot of drinks. We were all drunk, when Harry's friend Nick, calls in a stripper/lap dancer. She starts dancing, and I roll my eyes, and stumble away, as Harry enjoys it. I guess I should take it as a funny thing, since it was a surprise for Harry. I walk to the bathroom hall, and I feel like I'm going to hurl, when I see Niall walk in.

"Did you know about the stripper?" I say, my words slurred. He shakes his head, making him dizzy, and he walks over to me. Before I know it, we're walking upstairs to the VIP section. The VIP section has couches, and a lot more dance floor than downstairs, but whatever. It was just the two of us. Suddenly, he starts kissing me. Since I'm obviously drunk, I barely have enough energy to push him off of my lips. He lets his hand go down, as he squeezes my butt. I let out a little gasp, and warn him.

"Niall, this is wrong." he smirks, and shocks me.