drowninherperfume - harry styles writings

Birthday

"I just can't believe he forgot." You mumble over the phone to your Anne, her ringing you to wish you a happy birthday. She tries to reassure you plenty of times that he's probably just waiting to surprise you later, but that didn't really settle the sinking feeling in your chest when assuming that Harry had forgotten something so important about you.

Every year prior to this he had woken you up on your birthday with a sweet kiss and a wide grin, excitement laced into Harry's voice as he'd inform you of the plans for the day. But today was completely different. You woke up in your desolate room to a rushed note on your bedside table – "they wanted me at the studio, I'll bring you back some food later. Enjoy your day, love you x".

Completely understanding how busy he was, you tried to shrug it off as you stepped in the shower.

Harry was an extremely romantic person, who would go to all ends to make you smile, which is why this whole situation didn't make sense to you. It didn't make sense to his mum either, who was sure she had mentioned your birthday to him a few days ago. She soon admitted that he was lost in thought when she said it, him only replying with a nod.

As the day went on, you only seemed to get more angry. You responded to birthday messages, tidied your bedroom and made countless amounts of tea but nothing seemed to calm you down. You honestly started to feel a little pathetic and child-like about your feelings of annoyance but you pushed that emotion aside when your conscience made the argument that you have never forgotten anything about Harry. That's when you got a phone call from Anne.

"How has he not seen it on Facebook or anything?" She ponders and you sigh, dangling your legs off of the arm of the chair. The sun had just began to set, sending a plethora of orange light across the white furniture that's organised strategically in the livingroom. It looked extremely cosy, and despite how mad you were at him, you just wanted to cuddle with Harry.

Suddenly, you sat up when you heard his keys jingle in the door. "I'm home!" He announced relatively loud. Still, you thought. There was no sign that he had the slightest clue that it was your birthday.

"He's home, I've got to go." You say quietly to Anne, ending the phone call. You plod your feet over the laminate flooring and head to the kitchen, Harry already pouring himself out some coffee. "How was the studio?" You asked monotonously, sitting on a barstool.

"It was good, we recorded a few bits. How was your day, baby?" He replied, spinning your barstool so he could stand in front of you directly. A smile spread across his face as he took in your effortless beauty. Harry's hands gently traced over your knuckles before he took your hands in his, squeezing them lovingly.

You clear your throat to snap yourself out of the trance that he seems to have you in through his touch, and you pull your hands away from his.

"It was shit." You get off the barstool and head to your bedroom, hoping you can just sleep and forget it ever happened. Harry had other plans. He comes in the room silently and sits next to you on the bed, rubbing your thigh over the duvet that you've covered yourself in.

"Get dressed my love, I want to take you out to dinner to help cheer you up." He says gently, leaning to press a kiss to your lips but you move your head, his lips landing on your hair.

"Hey, that's not fair." He pouts and moves to look at you.

"I'm not even going to try and ignore it anymore." You scoff, sitting up and pulling the quilts off of you. You've never really been that great at confrontation, so your heart was beating rapidly against your rib cage. You pushed your wild hair out of your face, revealing the expression of hurt and annoyance. Harry's heart sank a little knowing you felt this way, but he knew it would eventually be worth it. "You forgot my birthday. Out of all things you could forget! Your mum even told you the other day and I've never forgotten anything important about you Harry. It's just annoying and it hur-."

You're cut off by Harry chuckling slightly, a smirk pulling at the side of his lips. "What the hell is so funny?" You fire, your expression still not changing.

"Do you really think I'd forget anything about you baby?" He smiles, reaching for your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles, something he always did to help calm you. "I'm hopelessly in love with you, I couldn't forget your birthday if I tried."

"Then why have I been moping around here all day, with nothing to do?" You ask, piecing together the information in your head. "You'd never leave me alone if you knew it was my birthday." He chuckles again, you hitting his arm playfully to shut him up as you smile for probably the first time today.

"I've had stuff to plan." He states dramatically, acting like some overworked assistant and you roll your eyes. "Close your eyes and shut up questioning me."

Harry fishes in his bag that he brought up the stairs with him, getting out the envelope containing the plane tickets. His heart leaps at the sight in front of him, your lips in-between your teeth and loose strands of hair falling over your pretty face as you anticipate his surprise. He gingerly places them in your hand, carefully watching to make sure you don't crinkle the paper.

Opening your eyes, you look down and examine the paper. "Harry, are you serious?" You gasp, the sadness in your chest subsided by the unreal amount of excitement. "We're travelling across Europe?" He nods quickly, admiring his well thought out note that you held in front of the plane tickets.

"I know you've always wanted to and we never really have time to do anything spontaneous like this." He smiles, taking the paper from your hands and placing them beside you both on your bed. "Happy birthday Y/N, I love you." He presses his lips to yours gently, your hands resting on his cheeks.

"Thank you so much, H." He shakes his head, standing up and pulling you up from the bed.

"This isn't it, you have a surprise at my mums house." He grins, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. You tut at Anne's now obvious acting earlier and Harry laughs.

When you arrive at Anne's house, she pulls you into a hug. "He'd never forget your birthday." She laughs. "Birthdays are Harry's expertise."

Her and Harry lead you out to the back garden, your heart almost bursting with love when you see the space occupied with your closest friends and family members. The trees were decorated beautifully with fairy lights and white bunting, balloons stapled to the fence.

Turning towards Harry, you watched as he ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding, his eyes flickering back to your own once he scanned the garden to assure it was perfect.

"Do you like it?" He mumbled nervously. You took his hands in your own this time causing him to look at you.

"I love it, Harry." You smile, taking your lip between your teeth and placing your hands on his cheeks. "And I love you, so much."