The Choreographer

14: Dyed

Niall shushes me as Zayn turns off all the lights. We're throwing a surprise party for Harry, his birthday's actually tomorrow, but Liam will be out of town with Brooke then, so today was the next best thing.

"Where is he?" Brooke asks impatiently. She leaves for Milan in a week and I don't know what I'm going to do without her sarcasm, which I've grown to appreciate.

"My leg is cramping!" Darcy pouts.

"Shhh...." Louis tells her, patting her hand. They aren't official yet, and I'm wondering what's taking them so long. Paparazzi love them, fans hate them, it's perfect. Put a ring on it.

"Here he comes!" Daisy says excitedly, running away from the window which she was peeking from.

"As soon as he turns on the light okay?" Liam tells us all. We nod silently. Harry puts his key in the door.

When Harry flicks on the lights we all scream surprise and the look on his face is priceless. He almost falls over and in retaliation turns off the lights.

Zayn laughs at him. "You had no clue." Harry flips the lights back on, still looking shocked. After he regains his composer he looks at us and then admires the decorations Brooke and I made. Basically paper chains and balloons.

"Told you he wouldn't expect it!" Niall cheers.

"Woo!" Daisy cries. "Isabel and I made you a cake."

"I bought that candles!" Darcy chimes in.

"Slacker." I cough.

"Stop! I was playing with acids and bases. You didn't want that in the cake." Darcy retorts.

"Drop the base!" Daisy smiles.

"Technically -" Darcy starts, busy Daisy cuts her off.

"No, I'm allergic to science." Daisy tells her.

"Well I'm allergic to stupid but I don't make you leave." Darcy mocks.

"Shut up." I tell the both of them walking over to Harry. "I made red velvet cake." I take his hand. "And I tried to make the icing." I lead him across the foyer and through the hallway into his kitchen. "But it turned out really gross, so I bought icing from the store." I turn around and smile at him slightly. "Your phone has been blowing up with birthday messages today. But you left it in my purse from last night, so here it is now." He takes his phone from my hand. "I did pick up one call...." I admit.

"From who?" He raises his eyebrows.

"She's tall, and blonde..." I hint.

"She's not you?" He asks.

"No. She sings songs about boys..."

"Taylor called me?" Harry laughs amused "What did she do when you picked up?"

"Played it cool." I give her props for that. "She told me to tell you she said happy birthday."

"What did you do?" Harry looks very interested, with a hint of amusement.

"Told her I would tell you." I shrug. "Nothing else."

"Really?" Harry checks me out. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you." I brush my hair behind my shoulder. "Darcy? Where are the candles?"

"Right here!" She calls running into the kitchen. Daisy follows her, her long white hair in a messy bun. I'm surprised it's still white but she met this boy who told her it was 'absolutely gorgeous.' And she likes him, so no doubt that's why I have to touch up her roots every three weeks.