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Mornings

Niall: ”Ba dum da dum dum dum…” As you squeezed your eyes firmly shut, you pressed your face deeper into your pillows, refusing to wake up. “Morning, darlin’.” The smooth honey of Niall’s voice caused your eyes to unwillingly open as stubbornly clung to your last bits of slumber, a small pout tugging at the corners of your lips. While you rubbed the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you noticed Niall’s sly, amused smile, one that immediately caused you to glance around your room, anticipation and apprehension filling you as you did so. At the sight of you looking so wary and defensive, Niall laughed quietly, sitting beside you on the mattress as he bounced excitedly. “Ni… what did you do?” Niall shook his head, pulling you into his arms and resting his head on top of yours, “What do you mean? What makes you think I did anything?” You pulled away slightly, glancing at your boyfriend doubtfully before carefully choosing your words, “You always smile like that before… before you do something, and that something is usually bad.” Shaking your head, you eyed the giggling, blue-eyed boy once more, “No, I take that back. It’s always bad.” Eyes sparkling with amusement, Niall shrugged, intertwining his fingers with yours, “Well… I’m just going to let you figure it out, but I don’t think it’s anything bad.” Swooping in, he placed a soft kiss to your temple, nervous excitement taking over his expression, “You’re taking an extremely long time, I might add.” As you glanced down at your interlocked fingers, you felt your eyes widen heat rushing to your cheeks as you noticed the sparkling diamond ring placed upon your left hand. “Oh my God, Niall. Is this real?” Raising your hand to eye level, you bit back a shriek of joy, still examining the facets of the diamond and how the light reflected off its surface. Nodding gently, Niall murmured a quiet, “Yes, really,” before pulling you into his arms. “Will you marry me, Y/N? Will you let me make me yours?” Nodding happily in response, you blinked back the happy tears that pricked at your eyes, “I’d love to, Ni. And I’ll always be yours -always and forever, remember?” As Niall pulled you in for a kiss, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your corners of your lips, always and forever. I like the sound of that.

Harry: "Wake up. Harry, wake up." Nudging your boyfriend with your foot, you stared at him with your head cocked slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Harry, wake up. It’s time to get up." Rolling over, Harry shook his head and frowned, protesting quietly. "I don’t wanna, Y/N. Lemme sleep." You watched as your boyfriend tucked his head under his arm, moving away as you continued to nudge him with your toe. You exhaled quietly, allowing yourself to fall onto the bed, bouncing gently as you intertwined your fingers with Harry’s. "I told you not to stay up so late, you idiot," placing a kiss to Harry’s lips, you smiled fondly. The curly-haired boy smiled slightly, still refusing to open his eyes as you pulled away. "We can stay in bed all day, I don’t want to go out." Shaking your head, you scooted away from Harry, laughing slightly. "Are you forgetting what day it is, silly?" As if shocked into doing so, Harry sprung up, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape, "It’s your birthday! I nearly slept in on your birthday!" Throwing back the covers, Harry ran from the bed, his hair still mussed as he flung open the closet doors and dug through a mountain of clothing that you were certain had not been moved for quite a while. "I’m so sorry, Y/N," he mumbled, his voice muffled by a grey sweater - a sweater, you noted, that he had been searching for since last week. "I didn’t forget, I swear. I just forgot to set up an alarm; I had everything planned out… I messed up everything." Before you could open your mouth to reassure him that everything was alright and that he was overreacting, his joyous cry of victory stopped you. "There it is, sorry it took me so long to find it, love. I could have sworn I put it on top of the pile." Joining you on the bed, Harry wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on top of yours, "I wrapped it and everything. That was the day you asked me why I had so many band-aids on my fingers." Giggling slightly, you placed a soft kiss to Harry’s lips before carefully opening the gift - making sure not to rip his slightly messy yet heartfelt wrapping job. As you opened the velvet box that laid beneath, you felt your breath catch in your throat. "There are sixteen charms," Harry murmured, interlacing his hands with yours, "One for every month we’ve been together. It represents something special that happened in that month. Like the second month where we went apple picking and you nearly fell off that ladder trying to get ‘the perfect one.’" Laughing slightly, Harry helped you put the bracelet on, his eyes soft and loving, "Happy birthday, love. I love you."