Butterflies (A Harry Styles Love Story) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18 - Birthday

Jennifer's POV:

Happy Birthday to me.

Happy Birthday to me.

Happy Birthday to me.

I sang to myself in my head as sunlight poured into the small hotel room. I heard the sounds of the shower from the en suite and, as predicted, the spot beside me in the bed where Harry had fallen asleep was vacated. I sighed and swung my feet out of the comfort of the duvet. My phone buzzed from the small desk beside the TV opposite the bed, I reached with all my might to grab it without having to stand up, however this only led to me falling onto the grey carpeted floor with a soft thud. I heard a small laugh from behinid me, whipping my head round I immediately blushed at my situation as Harry stood there with a small smirk on his lips, a white towel fastened around his torso.

"Comfy?" Harry asked, shaking his damp hair, I could see water droplets flying from the strands before they landed on the mucky, dusty mirror he was stood beside.

"Very funny" I snapped back before also laughing myself and pulling myself up, grasping my phone and tugging it from the charer cable. I flopped back down onto the bed seeing thaat i had 7 missed calls, 8 texts and 2 voicemails. 5 of the texts were from Niall, wishing me a happy birthday, each one of them slightly different and different stupid photos attached. I laughed at his childish humour before checking my other texts. They were happy birthday messages from my mum, Gemma and Laila all of them also wishing me a happy birthday. I was surprised Gema had texted me, just like everyone else she was unaware that I had actually found Harry and so her mind must still be working up a frenzy worrying about her brother.

After checking the two voicemails which were both from my mother, one wishing me a happy birthday and the other apologising that she ha come down with a virus and wouldn't be able to come to Chester to celebrate my birthday with me. Just as well I thought, I'm not there anyway.

I replied to the texts in due course by which time Harry had dressed himself and towel dried his messy hair into it's usual state, covered by a dark grey beanie.

"Shall I order room service for breakfast?" he quieried, picking up the hotel phone and pressing it to his ear before I even responded.

"Sounds like a plan, I'm just popping to the toilet" I replied, closing the door to the bathroom just as Harry began stating our breakfast order.

Knock knock knock.

"Get that would you Jen? It's only breakfast," Harry said, a gentle smirk playing on his lips.

"Do I have to? Why can't you do that?" I complained, standing up anyway as Harry poked his tongue out at me in a very childish manner. I swung open the door to be greeted by one of the hotel staff holding a plate upon which was a single double chocolate muffin with a candle in the top. Harry's armed wrapped around me from behind.

"Happy birthday babe," he whispered as I grinned and took the plate from the tall man, thanking him before closing the door and softly blowing out the candle and Harry sang a quiet Happy Birthday.

My birthday had been perfect, I had spoken to everyone, all my friends, I hadn't told them that I had found Harry, he didn't want me to and I wasn't about to betray my trust by telling them. I was now lying in bed beside Harry, his arm was slung over my hip as he stared into my eyes.

"Thank you for today" I whispered, my thumb gently running over his cheek before pressing into his dimple which appeared as he smiled slightly.

"We didn't even do anything  we just walked around London and got toffee apples" he laughed.

"Well it was perfect," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Harry's lips before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Three days it had been since my birthday, we had hardly done anything other than short walks to a cafe or kebab house when we were hungry. It wasn't romantic in the slightest but it was fine. We were fine. 

Until the darkness came anyway.

I would often awake to Harry pacing round the room, murmering and muttering, his hands running through his hair quickly and messily. He  was clearly upset, shaken. I always thought he might get back into bed after a short time but he never did. Not until I also exited the comforting warmth of the duvet and embraced him into a tight hug, my hands rubbing his back, feeling the tense muscles relax under my touch. He'd then clamber back into bed but often only to get up a couple of hours later.

I wanted to know what was going on inside his head, I needed to know. I'd promised I would look after him and I really was doing my best but it was hard. Way harder than I was expecting. We were both constantly tired from being up multiple times in the night. Dark blue bags were forming under Harry's eyes, mine were simply hidden beneath concealer and foundation.

I was awoken by the pacing of Harry's footsteps, glancing t the digital clock beside the bed which read 3:47am I sighed, tonight he was even more restless than usual. 

I pulled myself from the bed and walked towards him and, as usual, I bought him into a secure embrace.

"You're okay Harry," I whispered. He was silent for a moment before saying.

"I want to go home."