T W O- Birthday

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T W O- Birthday


I sighed placing the photo of 'Arry and I back on the dresser.


I can't believe it's been three years.


Three years since I last heard his voice, three years since I felt his arms around me.

I've been a huge pain.


Pulling myself out of bed, when I know he won't be fresh out the shower to greet me.


They say you never know what you have until it's gone, but damn, I sure am missing Harry.


Coming into the living room, I turned the TV on. It was the lifetime channel, some movie about this girl getting kidnapped at seventeen. Whoever writes these movies must not having anything better to do, because all the movies are basically some teenage girl acting like a idiot and getting herself in trouble, while her parents moan a out her acting different.


Interrupting my thoughts about the movie, my phone rang. Seeing a familiar name flash across the screen, I smile softly.


Rushing to the phone, I answered it.

"Hey, Layla, open the doors it's freezing out here."

"Edward?" I questioned, already knowing it was him.

"Layla, you know good and well it's me! I can see you through the window, stop playing games with me," Edward yelled through the phone. I turned around, seeing Edward in the window, his eyebrows furred together. I hung up on him, and went to open the door for him.

"Layla! Layla! I know you hear me."


I opened the door to find Edward still yelling into his phone. He looked at me and his eyes spread apart into a wide grin.


"Lay Lay!" He cooed, picking me up.


I hugged him, his arms wrapping around me tightly.


"La', did you forget what today was?"


I looked up and down at him,"maybe..."


Edward sighed,"La', you really need to get outside more."


I let Edward into the house, and he went to sit on my couch, laying his boots on my coffee table.

I can't STAND when he does that.


Edward's lucky he's the only one I let do that.


Edward's been my best friend for a while, I'd say since we were in kindergarten. We met when he dumped a whole bottle of glue on my head, ad laughed at me when I started freaking out. Somehow, ever since then we've managed to be best friends. He'd always find a way to get in us in trouble, and I'd have to find a way to bail us out, each and every time. Edwards the one who introduced me to Harry and stuck us together like glue.


"You forgot what day it is?" He asked flipping through channels. I swear you'd think he'd lived here.

I nodded sitting next to him. "Damn, you forgot your own birthday?"


BIRTHDAY?


"Birthday? Oh no.. Edward I'm sorry I'll make it up-"


Edward stopped me, shaking his head. The sunlight from the window hit his features perfectly, shining on his tan skin. "It's not my birthday."


I bit my lip trying to figure out who's birthday it was and make sure to send them and gift and a card with my-

"Layla, it's your birthday."


I stopped.


Edward sighed, taking my hand. "You really need to stop worrying for other people and worry about yourself for once."


How could I forget my on birthday?


Usually, Harry would let me sleep in, extra late. Then he'd make me breakfast for lunch, and then we'd go...


I looked down.


That's the reason I forgot.


Because I've been missing him so much, I forgot about myself.


Now what was I going to do?


"Layla come on. Go get all dolled up. I'll take you for lunch and then we'll go shopping."


He stood me up, pushing me lightly towards the stairs. As I ascended up the stairs Edward added,"when I said dolled up, I mean you better not come back down here wearing sweats."


"Your not my daddy,"I mumbled, going uni the bedroom.


"I wouldn't want to be your daddy! You would HATE me!" Edward yelled.


As I got ready, I could hear Edward go on and on about how I wouldn't be able to do anything if he was my father. It made me laugh a bit, hearing him use these different voices.


"You want to go on a date with him? NOPE, I don't give a damn if he DOES own a Porsche!"


Slipping on my navy Toms, I headed downstairs. Edward stopped rambling, starting to smile. "You look pretty, La'."


I gave him a faint smile,"Thank you, Edward."


He took my hand, and turned off the TV. "C'mon, let's go."




I'm tired.


Edward dragged me everywhere, the mall, out to eat, to the movies.


We stayed at all evening, and finally he was dropping me off.


"Did you enjoy your birthday?" He asked, holding all my bags.


I nodded.


Edward was sweet and I couldn't ask for a better best friend.


I took my bags out of his hands, setting them on the ground.


Hugging him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me back, his arms wrapping around my waist. I kissed his cheek, and he smiled.

"Ed, your a really sweet guy, I can't believe you don't have a girlfriend."


He looked down at his shoes, and then back up at me. Edward flashed me a faint smile,"I want to find the right girl. I want her to be wifey material."


I nodded,"thanks for the great day."


"No problem, La'. I'll see you later."


I waved at him as he got into his white Sudan, pulling out of my driveway.


Picking up the bags with one hand, I managed to open the door with my other hand. I locked the door behind me, sighing softly. "I could fall asleep right HERE," I mumbled. Dragging my tired body up the stairs, I came into the bedroom, dropping the Rue21 and Wet Seal bags on the floor by the closet.

Turning around I stopped.


"W-what the..?"


All of my photos were up here on the floor, neatly aligned.


When I say photos, I mean pictures of Harry and I.


The photos were aligned in chronological order.


"Did Edward do.." I wondered.


He couldn't possibly have. He was downstairs the whole time, and I was with him practically the whole time and I was out with him all day. If Edward did any of this I would have known.

Staring at the pictures I could feel something behind me.


Turning around, there was nothing there.


Maybe I was just thinking too much into this. Maybe Edward wanted to scare me a bit and set the photos up like that while I was in the shower, and I didn't notice when I came out.


Maybe I'm right and it wasn't Edward.


HARRY?


It couldn't possibly be...


But, he's dead... Right?

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