*Written in first person as requested*
I lazily woke up, stretching as I dragged myself out of bed. The floor was cold against my feet. I hurriedly rushed to my fluffy slippers, securing my feet. But something was weird. There was something in the right slipper. A paper? I bent down to inspect clearly. Indeed, it was a paper. I held it up, reading what it said.
Come outside your room x .H
I opened the door of my room, peeking outside to see if he was there. Nope. I walked towards the dining table and noticed something weird. The cutlery were all scattered, but in a proper manner. Looking closely, I realized it spelled out something.
ON THE COUCH
I rushed over to the couch, discovering a mess of newspapers. What game is this boy playing so early in the morning. I picked up a few newspapers, discovering another chit.
Check the front door. I promise its ending x .H
I stomp towards the front door, opening it and looking. Nothing. Not on the floor, not on the door, not on the side frame, nothing!
Closing the door, I discovered a chit on the back side. This is the weirdest thing because it wasn’t there when I opened the door. Maybe I must’ve not seen it. I shrugged, as I picked up the chit and opened it.
Back to your room ;)
Growling, I stomp all the way back to my room. If there’s another chit in there, I’m throwing it away and going back to sleep! I turned the knob to my door, stepping in. Inside was something that wasn’t there before. Harry!
Harry sat there on my bed, smirking at me. He still looked a bit sleepy, but really chirpy. He patted the space next to him, signaling me to sit next to him. I walked over quietly, trying to hold back my smile. I plopped next to him, giving him a questioning look as to why he’s here so early.
“Come on”, he said in his morning voice, and dragged me over to the dining table. There was a small cake with a candle on it.
“What’s this?”, I asked. It wasn’t my birthday, neither was it his.
“A cake”
“I can see that Harry. What’s it for?”
“See”, he slipped his arm across your waist, “It exactly one month and one week of us getting together. So I thought I’d arrange a little surprise.”
I laughed lightly at his adorableness. I found it extremely cute that he went to such extents to celebrate an anniversary of one month and one week. Who does that?
I softly kissed his cheek before we cut the cake together. Instead of really eating it, we spent the icing on each other’s face. And just like that, we spent the day in each other’s arms, just talking about the most random things.
