Ever Since New York [H.S]

Sweet Creature

February 1st; Harry's birthday. That marks today's date, making him 25 years of age. Another year older, yet, still as handsome as ever. No matter how old Harry becomes I knew that he would always prove to be as handsome, if not more, each passing day. I found myself to be extremely thankful for Harry's presence in this world; more so today than ever. I could never express how grateful I am to Anne for having given birth to Harry and for raising him to be the incredible man he is; the job she has done is one I aim to achieve with my own children. Given the fact that Harry has proven to be a true blessing in my life in more ways than one, I aim to show him how much he means to me with my plans for today.

As I rolled over in bed, my eyes caught sight of the curly haired brunette sound asleep beside me. He slept with an arm slung across my stomach; laying curled up on his side. Harry and I decided to move in together back in November. Just a while before Christmas. Harry found this to be the best solution, given the fact that we spent every night moving from one of our houses to the other. At times I still found myself getting lost amongst rooms, given how large Harry's - our - home is. I was careful in discarding his arm from my stomach and gently laying it down by his side before climbing out of bed, making sure not to make a sound as I opened the door and headed down the hallway, towards the kitchen. Harry had a habit of being able to sleep for ridiculous amounts of time. He could sleep for twelve hours straight without budging. With that I knew he wouldn't be up for a while, so I set out on creating breakfast for Harry and I. Breakfast in bed was only the start of my plan.

Harry hadn't moved an inch when I returned to our room, carrying the tray containing our plates of breakfast, setting it down on the bedside table before I had leaned down to press a firm kiss against his lips. "Happy birthday, baby." I whispered in a low mumble as my previous actions had unsettled him. "I made breakfast." I continued, giving him no time to make a response.

"Not yet." He replied back in a light murmur, his voice still husky and thick with sleep. Harry's arms went to wrap around my waist, then he pulled me down into his chest.

"I also made reservations to swim with dolphins," I revealed. This proved to be the motivation that Harry needed to rush to eat his food.

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"I cannot believe we just did that!" Harry exclaimed several hours later as we walked back towards my car. He was grinning from ear to ear, and his smile lit up his eyes. "I've no idea how you managed to organise that, my love," he went on, "but I've wanted to swim with dolphins for as long as I can remember."

"I remember, H," I pointed out, rolling my eyes as he reached for my hand and took my car keys. "It's your birthday," I said sternly, "you are not driving." Ignoring my insistences, Harry ushered me round to the passenger side of my car and held the door open expectantly.

"Oh, but I think I am, love," he smirked. I sighed and gave in, sliding myself into the passenger seat of my own car. "So where to next?" Harry asked, closing the drivers' side door as he joined me and fastened his seatbelt.

"I wouldn't have to tell you if you let me drive," I laughed.

"If I let you drive, I wouldn't be a gentleman," he countered. I rolled my eyes and told him we could go wherever he wanted next; if I was allowed to pay for us both. He agreed to it, but, knowing Harry as I do, I knew that wouldn't be the case when it came time to pay for anything. Before starting the car, Harry reached for my hand to take it in his own, to bring it to his lips. "Thank you, my angel," he said simply. "This is the most thought anyone besides mum and Gemma has ever put into my birthday." Biting my lip, I waited for him to continue, as I knew he would. "I am so appreciative of all you do for me, & I truly consider your presence in my life my greatest blessing."

"Oh, Harry," I sighed.

"I love you, Miss Ivyanna," he told me. "I am the luckiest man alive to call you mine." The sincerity in his voice caused a lump to form in my throat.

"I love you, Styles," I told him. "Your love is the best thing that's ever happened to me."