Zayn's Little Sister

Chapter 6

I smile against Harry's mouth as I continue to place gentle pecks along his bottom lip. A puff of air leaves his mouth as he starts to wake up, laughing a bit. "Morning birthday boy." I watch as his eyes open and he stares at me as I sit on the edge of his bed. "How'd you know it was my birthday?" I push the messy curls away from his forehead before grinning down at his sleepy expression, "Oh please everyone knows February first is Harry Styles' birthday." He smirks, leaning up slightly to meet my lips from his laying position before pulling away and placing his head back on the pillow.

"Get up Styles! I'm treating you to breakfast!" "Ari, you don't have to-" "I want to. So get your ass out of bed and wear something cute." He chuckles at my comment as he throws the sheets away from his almost bare body and stands, pulling at the elastic of his sweatpants. The doorknob is caught between my fingers and I'm just about to pull the door open when Harry's hands catch my waist, "You don't want to join me for a morning shower?" My teeth bite down on my lower lip as blush rises to my cheeks.  "I've already had a shower." I manage to say, looking down at my outfit. His lips brush against the side of my cheek before he places a kiss there, "Are you really going to say no to the birthday boy?" "As of right now, ask me later though."  The corners of his mouth turn up as his index flicks at my cat ears, "You might just be the cutest cat I've ever seen."

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Harry presses a kiss to my cheek as we take yet another picture as we sit as close to each other as possible at the back booth of a local Waffle House. Lucky for us the only other customers here are an old couple that sit towards the front, sharing a stack of waffles. "Am I allowed to post one to Twitter?" I ask him as my thumb scrolls across the screen in order to see all the pictures. His laughter catches me off guard causing me to look up from my phone and at a dimple-faced Harry. "Something funny?" I bite back my smile as he presses a quick peck to my nose, "You don't have to ask my permission to upload a picture. In fact I will also." I finally pick one and upload it to Twitter:

Ariana Malik: Happy birthday curly. :) @Harry_Styles #DimpleOverload

His hand squeezes my shoulder as he places an arm around the back of the bench, pulling me closer if it's even possible. "A carton of milk for the cat-eared cutie along with some Cocoa Puffs and for curly here, a fresh stack of pancakes." I clap excitedly, smiling as I see a candle and whip cream on top spelling Happy Birthday. Harry's face turns a light pink as our waitress, Carla, and I sing "Happy Birthday" before telling him to make a wish. His eyes flutter closed before he blows the candle out and thanks the waitress.

As soon as she is around the corner and I'm pouring milk into my bowl of cereal, green eyes are already set on me. "Yes Harold?" I ask, not bothering to look up. "So I'm just supposed to believe they knew it was my birthday?" I eye the stack of pancakes, grinning, "I might have slipped it to the chef while you went to the loo."  He leans to kiss my cheek causing me to tense slightly, not expecting the motion, "Thanks Ari."

I look up at him as I twirl my spoon around the now soggy chocolaty breakfast treat, "You don't have to thank me." "It's just it's been a while since something that simple has been able to make me smile. People think they have to go out of the way to some big dinner where they light something on fire and sing to me. I'm a simple guy that likes simple things so thank you." Our lips meet as he presses a firm kiss to my mouth. "I would really like to see how bad you blush at some big dinner considering one line from me and a Waffle House waitress makes you turn pink." I say causing Harry to chuckle. "Only if you will be my date to the next one." Our eyes lock and I smile, biting on my lip. "That breakfast must be getting cold!" Carla yells, smiling over at us. We both muster a laugh as we look away from each other and down to the table. I take a bite before nudging his knee with my own and whispering, "I'd love to."

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The taste of wine hits my tongue as I swallow the last sip of the glass. "You know your brother is pretty wasted. You could go suck face with curly now and he would never know." "I'll think about it." I giggle causing Lou to smile at me. "Want another drink?" I shake my head and she nods, "I'll bring back one just incase." I glance around the venue the crew rented out to celebrate Harry's birthday. "Would it be totally wrong to ask you to dance?" My eyes meet blue ones and I smile, "Of course not, Niall." Our hands meet as he leads me through crowds of people and to the dance floor.

My arms wrap around his neck as his meet my waist, and we rock back and forth. "I would be lying if I didn't say Harry is sending daggers my way." I laugh and glance where Niall is looking to meet eyes with Harry. "Cheer up buttercup." I mouth at him. He smiles, looking down at his shoes before going back to his conversation with friends. "You two really like each other don't you?" Niall asks catching my attention again. I feel heat rise to my cheeks, "Yeah, I suppose so." Niall's loud laugh sounds as he looks down at me, "You suppose? Please, if Zayn wasn't so against you dating his band members you two would already be married." I giggle, pushing his shoulder slightly, "Slow down there Romeo."

"Can I take it from here?" a voice speaks as the song changes. Niall and Harry do the 'bro shake' before Niall walks away and Harry brings me into his arms. "I feel like a princess. Guys offering to dance with me and all." I joke. "Well you sure do look like one." Harry says making me smile. "I thought you would have liked my cat outfit earlier better." His dimples make an appearance as he says, "It was lovely, don't get me wrong, but right now in those jeans, I can't see it getting any better." I peck his lips quickly, "Well, thanks handsome. You're not too bad yourself in your heart shirt."

"You two look familiar." Louis says, walking up. I stifle my laughter as I reply, "So do you. Wait are you from that band One Direction?" "Yeah, that's it. You're Liam Payne right?" Harry plays along. "Bloody hell, I have no idea who I am." Louis mutters as he walks away. Harry pulls me towards a table as the song ends as we both let laughter seep through our lips. His arm stays wrapped around my upper arm as he hands Lou his phone. "Snap a pic, will you?" he asks. She smiles as she points the iPhone towards us and I stick my thumb up, smiling. "Here you go."

My head keeps it's place on Harry's shoulder as I watch as he puts the photo on Twitter:

@Harry_Styles: Happy birthday to me...

"Want to get out of here?" Harry asks. I shrug, "It's up to you." "Is that shower option still open?" he asks, smirking down at me. "Guess you'll have to take me home to find out, huh Styles?" He grips my hand and motions  to Lou, "We're out of here." "A little birthday treat for Harry in store?" Lou asks me over the loud music as she pulls me in for a hug. She smirks as my cheeks light up, "I'll take that as a yes." She presses a kiss to Harry's cheek, "Happy birthday again, curly. Get home safe."

"So we could go that way and have to tell everyone goodbye that we pass, or take the back way and catch a limo that is waiting for us." My eyes scan all the people standing towards the front, blocking the exit, "Limo okay?" He answers me by leading me towards the back exit where we find paps waiting for us. We stumble through the crowd and to the black car that waits. The driver opens the door for us and Harry lets me in before he slides in beside me. "What's this do?" I ponder out loud as I press a button. The top slides open making me giggle, looking over at the handsome guy beside me. "What?" he asks, glancing from my eyes and to my lips.

I yank his hand up and to where we both have our heads sticking out of the top of the car. Harry laughs, shaking his head as I throw my hands up, screaming. "This is bloody insane!" he yells over the whipping wind. Cars honk as we go by them making us both laugh. Thunder crashes in the sky before rain pelts down, "Now this is bloody insane!" I screech as the rain soaks us. Cold rain hits my face as I tilt my face towards the sky.

"Do you have a bucket list?" he asks randomly. I shake my head, wiping under my eyes, checking for running makeup. "Well I do, and one thing on that list is to kiss a beautiful girl in the rain." He laces his hands through mine before putting them around his shoulders only to put his around my waist, "And you want me to be the girl you kiss in order to check that off?" I ask, quietly. "Never wanted anything more in a moment." he responds, leaning in slowly. My eyes flutter closed and right as thunder sounds, our lips meet. I smile, my hands reaching to run through his hair. "Happy birthday." I say, burying my face into his wet shirt. "Thank you for making it one of the best I've ever had." he says as we watch lightning light up the dark night sky.

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