pt.55

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waking up before harry, he was peacefully sleeping and i ran my thumb over his cheekbone a couple times before stopping.

he was truly so beautiful.

realizing it was creepy to watch him sleep, even though he does it to me.
i put my head on the crook of his neck.

and that had seemed to wake him up, cause he chuckled pulling me closer to him.
i grinned kissing his collarbone.

"you saw me staring at you?"

"no, but i could feel eyes on me, your very creepy"

i giggled "you do it to me"

"but that's besides the point"

"right, happy birthday, baby" looking up at him he grinned showing his dimples off.

"thank you" kissing his lips softly.
"how does 19 feel?" i asked kissing the corner of his mouth.

"the same, to be honest" he chuckled and i ran my thumb over his cheekbones.
"did you sleep okay?"

i nodded "did you?" he nodded and i sat up on my knees staring down at him, i couldn't help but smile again.

"your 19" i grimce dragging it out. he giggled
"i know, i'm excited for today actually" he murmured grabbing my hand kissing the back of it. that simple thing causing sparks to fly all over me.

i grabbed my phone, then straddled his waist he put his hand over his eyes when i started recording. "i love you" i muttered.

"i love you more" he smiled i stopped recording and decided to take a picture of him.
then getting a text from my mom.

mom- breakfast is done! come down

me- otw, thank youu

"my mom said breakfast is ready" i told him, we got out of bed deciding on brushing our teeth.

seeing a pimple on my forehead, i pouted to wash my face.
"you can go down i'll be down in a few" he only wrapped his arms around my waist with his chin on my shoulder.

"no, i wanna wait for you" staring at me in the mirror. i grabbed my soap putting it on my face then i grabbed my spinny nutrogena thing using it.

"your so beautiful" he whispered, squeezing my waist lightly.
i rolled my eyes.
after i finished we went downstairs, harry greeting my mom with a good morning, kissing both her cheeks, knowing it's a british thing.

"happy birthday, son" my dad smiled hugging harry.

"thank you" harry told him when they pulled away, before taking his seat next to me.
my mom put plates in front of us, it was waffles, sausages, and eggs.

but i didn't eat eggs, so i didn't have that.
"this looks, lovely thank you" he smiled my mom telling him, he's always welcome.

"your beautiful" he muttered to me when i was eating squeezing my thigh lightly for ressurence. i blushed extremely.

looking up him, "...stop" he grinned kissing my forehead.

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