Harry held your hand very tightly. He kisses it. It your birthday and he can finally spend time with you since he was on break. You just finish dinner and he was washing the dishes and he leans in to kiss you His hands wet and dripping he cups your cheeks. Lifting you up on the counter. "The dishes Harry, we can't leave them there." You explain as he pulls down your underwear. "That's what dishwashers are for babe." He whispers before carrying on.
Short and sweet sorry it's my birthday and I thought that this would be perfect. Baby Tomlinson was born on my 17th birthday, I think I won the one direction lotto. Out of 366 days I became his birthday paradox! When's your birthday?
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