One Direction: Imagines

Birthday Forgetfulness - Harry

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It wasn't like him not to be somewhere when he said he would. He had never forgotten you before, making you wonder if something had come up - an important meeting at work maybe, or perhaps something had happened on the way to the restaurant, or maybe he was just running late and would be walking through the doors at any minute now.

Surely that's all it was. He was just late, why would it be anything other than that? You were in love, he wouldn't purposely stand you up on your birthday. Harry wasn't like that, he was bound to have a good reason. He was one of the good ones.

Five more minutes had you reaching for your phone. No messages from Harry and a quick phone call taking you straight to voicemail really had your mind racing; both insecurity and worry working in conjunction with one another.

Ten more minutes had you doing a silent skulk out of the restaurant and towards your car. You really hoped whatever had kept Harry away had been important enough to warrant your embarrassment.

Once home you finally allowed your tears to break free. It hurt to be forgotten, especially by the one you loved more than life itself.

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Hearing the front door slam some time later you wiped at your bloodshot eyes, pulling the blanket over your head so Harry would think you were merely sleeping. You weren't in the mood, nor did you have the energy, to explain why you were upset.

"Hey baby, you feeling alright? Why are you already in bed?" Harry asked, sitting down on his side.

You stayed silent, being conscious of your breathing. You were mad and in your mind rightfully so.

"I know you aren't sleeping," he sighed. "Do you want to talk?"

"Not with you!" You snapped, pushing the blanket away and sitting up with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Why not?"

"Seriously? You don't know?" You huffed, eyes watering up again. "You stood me up, Harry!"

"What!? No I didn't."

"My birthday dinner," you reminded him, looking down at your knees. "You convince me it'll be fun. Promise me that I'll have a great time and then you go and forget."

You watch as his face pales, realisation obviously hitting him full force. "Yeah, so you'll have to forgive me if I'm not in the mood for small talk."

"I really am sorry," his voice is soft, guilt remanents easily detectable. "We had this important meeting at the studio, and I know that isn't an excuse baby, but it just kind of . . . slipped my mind."

"You're right, that is no excuse," You are painfully aware of your harshness, of the way each word you speak seems to hit him like a punch. "I thought something must have happened, something bad. Do you have any idea what that's like? To sit alone in a restaurant and wonder if your boyfriend is freaking okay?"

"No, I don't," he says quietly, his face looking crestfallen. You can sense that he wants to comfort you but is afraid at the same time. "Would giving you your birthday present help?"

"If it's sex, then no!"

"Y/N, I honestly didn't mean to hurt you," he's sitting closer now, looking at you through sad emerald eyes. "Please, tell me how to make it up to you?"

You inhale slowly, taking your time in letting the breath out before speaking, "just come here." You stretch your arms out to him, inviting him in for a cuddle.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He asks you hopefully.

"I haven't decided yet,"

He nods against you, "I will make it up to you, I promise. Tomorrow morning breakfast is on me, and then we'll do whatever you want for the rest of the day."

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