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Preference #15: Your Birthday

Louis: You hear a chorus of "Surprise!" fill your bedroom. Peeking your eyes open, you see your lovely boyfriend dancing like a dork into your room, followed closely by some of your guys' closest friends. A smirk plays with your lips as you pull the covers over your head. "C'mon, (Y/N)," says Louis, tugging at the blankets. "I have bed head," you protest, pulling back on the blankets. Louis chuckles, as well as a few of your guy's friends (you can distinctly hear Perrie's laugh). "Yeah, you do. And you probably have morning breath too, but who cares?" Louis teases, successfully tugging the blankets off you. Jokingly glaring at him, you sit up in bed and stick out your tongue at him. "Prat," you mumble loud enough for him to hear. "If that's how you feel, I can just take this party elsewhere," he teases. You roll your eyes, and pull him down for a kiss before ushering everyone out of the room so you can change. The rest of the day is spent with all your best friends, acting like fools and enjoying each other's company.

Harry: You cuddle up to your boyfriend, tucking your head under his chin. His arm that's draped over your waist tightens, telling you that he is awake. "Morning, birthday boy," you kiss one of his bird tattoos, laying a hand on his chest. "Morning, birthday girl," he replies, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the top of your head. "I still can't believe we have the same birthday," he mutters absentmindedly. You hum, agreeing. "How are we going to celebrate this year?" you ask, eyes closed as you snuggle closer to his warmth. "I was thinking dinner tonight, just you and me," he tells you softly, fingers still playing with your hair. You love his touch. "And the rest of the day?" you ask, simply to keep the conversation going; you couldn't really care what you two did. "This seems pretty good to me," he mumbles, his voice still raspy from sleep. "I agree," you say, curling closer to him and kissing his collarbone. The two of you spend the day in bed, ignoring all phone calls and knocks at the door, just reveling in each other's presence.

Liam: "Hey, baby," you say quietly, a small, sad smile playing on your lips. Liam's face smiles back on your laptop screen. "Happy birthday, (Y/N)," he says. "Thank you," you reply. Then you sigh, "I wish you were here," you admit. Liam's smile falters and his eyes turn down from the screen, "I know. I'm sorry, love." You shake your head, pushing the thoughts away; this is not how you should spend your birthday. "I'm being stupid. I should be celebrating my birthday, not moping," you chuckle. Liam's smile returns, reaching his brown eyes. "I think I know how we can celebrate," he says, picking up the laptop. You see the room blur by before the computer is sat back down. Five boys stand before you, a cake with candles on a table in front of them. "Happy birthday, (Y/N)!" they cheer in unison before breaking into probably the best rendition of "Happy Birthday" you have ever heard. You pretend to blow out the candles (which Liam attempts to discreetly do for you) and laugh. "You guys are the best," you tell them, smiling from ear to ear. Despite Liam and the boys being gone, this just might be the best birthday you've ever had. The rest of the night is partied away with cake, music, and games over Skype.

Niall: Your friends took you out to a club for you twenty-first birthday. You are overwhelmed by the pounding music, thrashing bodies, and flashing lights. It's all a little too much to take in. You find yourself sitting off to the side at one of the small tables lining the dance floor, nursing your drink. "Is this seat taken?" you hear from your left. You eyes gaze to meet stunning blue eyes, making you involuntarily shake your head no. The blond man smiles, taking a seat next to you, "I'm Niall," he says, an Irish lilt coloring his words. "(Y/N)," you reply. "Happy birthday," he tells you, smile growing. You give him a confused look and he nods to the crown perched atop your head declaring you the "birthday girl." A blush warms your cheeks and you divert your eyes to your friends out on the dance floor, a few of whom are staring at you and Niall. One friend shoots you a suggestive wink. "Why aren't you out there partying?" Niall asks, pulling your attention back to him. You shrug, "It's my first time in a club; I'm a little overwhelmed to say the least," you admit with a chuckle. He laughs too, grabbing your hand. "Well, I'll just have to fix that," he says. You two dance the night away, and you soon find yourself forgetting your anxiety. You leave the club with Niall's number in your phone and a kiss on the cheek.

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