New York [harry styles au]

21

21.
It felt pleasant to be beside Harry in bed once more underneath the crisp, white sheets. Our palms were connected. I enjoyed Angelina's presence, of course, but nothing could be more incredible than having Harry beside me; it was a feeling unlike any other. But this morning was different. I rolled over to face Harry and found him to be already awake, his hand gently brushing through my dark hair. His emerald eyes were scanning my face like it was a jewel and I felt bewildered at first but melted into the attention in no time. A grin stretched across my lips, his eyes peered at them, before he moved closer and softly pecked them with his own. The small exchange soon became a much deeper kiss, one I had been aching for, as his tongue swirled around mine. His need was shown through motion. His hand travelled from my hair and held my cheek instead as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, our bodies touching. He eventually pulled away and left me panting for air.

"You know what day it is?" He asked.

"February 1st." I clarify and a smirk laces through his features.

"Yes, that is the date. But what is the day?" He asks, the smirk growing wider, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You've already lost me."

"It's my birthday!" He shouts with a cheery expression and panic floods my veins. Dimples were immediately indented in both cheeks as soon as the smile approached his face. "I'm the good old age of 23."

"Wait, why didn't you tell me?" I ask, quickly trying to think of gifts available in stores on a Tuesday.

"Because I didn't want you to stress out about gifts, I don't need materialism-- your presence is enough." He replied and I rolled my eyes.

"Your birthday is only once every year, Harry, it's special. I can't believe you didn't tell me." I shake my head slightly. "I need to give you something, what do you want most right now?"

He glanced at the ceiling in thought for a moment before the wide smirk stretched back across his face, his eyes returning to mine once more; "there is one thing that I would like right now." A wink is thrown my way and I fall into a fit of giggles.

"You idiot." I say before repositioning myself over him, each leg at his side, and we instantly become lost in each other's kiss. He holds my waist tightly, as though he was scared to let go, and soon after, we too became lost within the sheets of his bed. Nothing else mattered but the love we both held for each other, our bodies became one as we were secure between the sheets and the mattress. Tender kisses and sensual movement overtook us both as we ignored the world around us, even just for a few crucial minutes.

I cooked breakfast for Harry that morning, wearing nothing but my black underwear and one of Harry's striped dress shirts. Not having any idea about cooking was a common theme when I was in the kitchen but surprisingly no eggs or toast were burned as I plated the food for our consumption. As I was making the final preparations, I suddenly felt two firm arms wrap around my waist from behind and I instantly melted into them. My head turned to catch his eye contact as his head leant on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few seconds. It was one of those moments that are unforgotten and important for any relationship; the look of love and lust and every other important feeling mixed together.

My favourite part of Harry's birthday was later in the evening when the whole family came together at the bar we had come to love; the bar belonging to Niall. I dressed up extra fancy, otherwise known as 'dressing to impress', and was met with an awe-inspired gaze from Harry as I flattered a body-con pitch black dress which fell to above my knees. I almost tripped over straight away in my new black heels but Harry's arm guided my feet for the rest of the night. He wore a black dress shirt and the same shade of dress pants to match, shiny shoes on his feet; he looked handsome indeed.