Texting You (not continuing any further)

•Chapter 20•

~Harry Styles~

•February: Sunday: Birthday•

Opening my eyes slowly to reveal the sun shining, I yawned while rubbing my eyes. Today is my birthday, I'm no longer 18, I'm now 19. I stretched my legs to hang it over my bed, getting up I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. After my shower I changed into a grey sweater and sweat pants with a black beanie, it felt cold today. I made myself some coffee and pancakes seating myself on the couch watching 'Drake and Josh' marathons, I heard my phone in my room going off constantly. I put my plate of food down onto the coffee table and rushed to my phone.

"Morning birthday boy! Happy birthday baby xoxo." I smiled at my girlfriends text, other than my uncle saying happy birthday to me for the last couple years, getting messages from her was a great feeling.

"Thank you baby girl. Come over mine today if you'd like." I replied back to her and checked (surprisingly) other messages.

Louis: "Happy Birthday! Your a big boy now! Can't wait to see you at your party."

Liam: "Happy 19th Birthday Harry, hope you have a great day! See you at your party :)"

Zayn: "Birthday boy! Happy 19th b-day man! See you around night-ish."

Niall: "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Harry, happy birthday to you! Ahhh 19 mate! See you at your party :D"

Uncle: "Harry, happy birthday boy. Hope you have a great day and please return to work, your lucky I still paid you."

I replied to the boys with a thank you and see you then. For my uncle I apologised and thanked him.

"Your welcome H, I'll be over in about 10 minutes." I walked back to the living continuing with eating my breakfast. It really is a good feeling that people actually care for me. I know I said "I don't need any friends" but when I texted N for the first time, I did it because she wouldn't have known me so I could be myself and then we met, became boyfriend and girlfriend and then I became friends with her friends. The boys. It's easier saying the boys other than saying their names. They all care for me, they didn't judge me and the boys are certainly not what I expected since their the popular kids at school. After I finished my food, I went into the kitchen washing my dishes and cleaning up the counters a bit. My apartment isn't, and surprisingly, not messy at all but the smell is horrific. I noticed it when I walked in. I lighted up some scent candles and sprayed around the house and a lot in the bathroom.

Once I finished I heard a knock on the door. I unlocked it and opened it to see N with a bag.

"Happy birthday!" She said while she crashed me into a hug, I hugged her tighter saying a thank you into her neck. Once we pulled away I have her a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, whats in the bag?" I asked her when I let her in. We seated down in the living room, I turned down the tv and faced her.

"Presents from me, mum and Matt. Would you like to open them?"

"Yes please." She placed the bag on the coffee table and took out a square box. It's wrapped in birthday wrapping saying "Happy Birthday" in different colours everywhere, she handed it to me.

"Read the card first. Oh! And read it out loud."

"Okay," I cleared my throat getting the small letter tape on top, "To Harry, I hope you love my present and hang it on your wall. Thank you for taking care of my daughter and loving her everyday. I wish you the best for the b-day and hope all your wishes come true. Love Alisha." I finished reading her mums message and began ripping the wrapping paper off. I saw a black box with a lid on it, I opened it up to see a picture frame of Alisha, Matt, Nat and I in Paris. I took the photo out and saw something else on the bottom.