Meant For You

Birthday Girl

Chapter 24: Birthday Girl

--- Hope POV ---

June 8th.

Today was the day.

My 19th birthday.

I don’t know if I should be terrified because I’m getting older, or ecstatic that I’m getting older. Weird right?

I groan slightly as I roll over. So it seems I slept in my denim shorts last night. Fantastic. Harry’s side of the bed is cold. Obviously he got up a while ago. I move my hand blindly over the bed, trying to feel for anything, a remnant for me to grasp onto. My hand encounters something soft and I smirk. Pillow. I bring it to my chest, snuggling into it. Basically wrapping myself around it, my legs brought up close to me to encase the bottom of the pillow. I was so comfy right now.

And then the shouting started. Or at least I thought it was shouting. In actual fact it was just my phone, but damn could that thing wake the dead. I groan, rolling over to retrieve it. I groan again as I see the caller.

“Hey Abi.” I greet groggily. It may be my birthday but it’s too damned early to be talking to her right now. I’m like the Grinch if I wake up before I’m ready.

“Happy Birthday Hope! OH my god! You’re finally 19 like the rest of us. You’re such a baby! Nyaww!” She screams down the phone making me cringe. The girl really wanted to die the next time I saw her.

“It may be my birthday but it’s also 8 am.” I tell her cordially.

“Pfft. Hope, get up! You cannot waste your day in bed.” She tells me and I can just see the condescending look she’d probably be giving me if she was here right now. I smirk, luckily for me, she wasn’t.

“Oh, and what are you going to do about it if I don’t get up?” I ask, my smirk evident in my voice. I had so won this.

“Well my darling Hope, there is such a thing as phones nowadays. You see, I can call your mobile as many times as I want, and then, if you turn it off I can call the hotel, over and over and over again.” My smile fades and I realise she’d got me there. There was no way for me to escape.

“Fine. I’ll get up. Whatever, I don’t even know why you care if I lye here all day or not. It’s not like you’re here.” I grumble, pulling up the covers and padding my way around the room, leaning on the balcony door.

“Ah, I may not be there, but your scrumptious boyfriend sure as hell will be.” I can hear the sly smile in her voice, the cheek of her, I tell you. “And, I’ve heard he has a surprise for you.” She sings down the line at me. I narrow my eyes as I look out the window of our hotel room; I was becoming suspicious, they might be conspiring against me.

“Whatever Abi, I’m gonna go and have a shower before Harry gets back.” I mumble to her, shaking my head in exasperation. Even if they were planning something horrific I wouldn’t be able to stop them. Ever.

“Hey Pea! Don’t sound so resigned! You’re gonna love it, I promise. Oh and stop pouting.” She laughs out, somehow guessing that I was pouting, even though she couldn’t see me.

“Goodbye Abigail.” I tell her before hanging up the phone. “Waking me up at 8 am on my birthday. Who does she think she is?” I grumble as I walk into the bathroom across the hall from our room. There is an ensuite in the room but… no one’s here and I want to change things up a bit. That’s right, I’m using a different shower today, how dangerous.

I stay in the shower for a good half hour, just basking in the warm water, scrubbing every part of my body and washing my hair well. I sing at the top of my lungs as I boogie round the shower with hair styled into a Mohawk of some form. I start with Man in the Mirror, by Michael Jackson, then moving onto Blame it on the Boogie – the perfect song. Then I slow it down, holding my hairbrush in front of me, singing into it as I sing the lyrics of Clarity by Zedd.