Chapter Thirty

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Chapter Thirty (Lucy’s Perspective)

“Happy birthday, Harry!”

I jolt awake and find myself surrounded by the four boys. Harry merely groans in response to their sudden loud wake up call, and turns into my side.

“Harry, it’s your birthday, get out of bed so we can do something!” Louis demands, crawling onto the bed next to me. Harry wraps a long arm around my waist and drags me into his chest effortlessly before burying his face into the back of my neck. Louis begins bouncing up and down, causing the bed to wobble significantly.

“Wake up, Haz!” Liam exclaims cheerfully, moving to pry his arm from around me.

“My birthday wish is to sleep in,” Harry whines into the pillow, still fighting for a hold on me.

“You have to blow out the candles on your cake if you want to make your birthday wish!” Niall points out, looking satisfied with his quick thinking.

“Bring me the cake, then.”

“Um,” Zayn begins. “We don’t exactly have one as of right now. That’s supposed to happen later.”

“Perfect, then I get more time to sleep,” Harry says, voice raspier and deeper than usual from sleep.

“Haz, get off your lazy arse and come with us to Liam’s room! We unpacked the Wii and we’re going to have some quality gaming time, whatever game you want. It’s already 10:30, you only have a few hours to spend with us before-“

“SHH!” I cut Louis off with a hand over his mouth.

“Right, sorry, I forgot,” He says quickly, nodding his head in understanding.

“Forgot what?” Harry asks, finally raising his head and quirking an eyebrow.

“Nothing, now get up. We’re going, but if you aren’t in my room in the next fifteen minutes, I’m coming to get you. And you don’t want that, mate,” Liam jokes, messing up Harry’s bed hair even more than it already is.

“Deal.” He drops his head back onto the pillows and buries his face into my neck again. I roll my eyes and the boys laugh before leaving our room. I allow him a few seconds of silence before deciding to speak up.

“You do realize that I’m going to make you go out there in fifteen minutes, right?”

“No you won’t.”

“You’re right.”

“What?” He asks, surprised that I’m agreeing with him.

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