Three Floors Down (W2S)

operation don't-mess-it-up

"Happy birthday, Del." I mumble, pulling her in to my body.

"Thanks." She whispers, my arms hugging her waist.

"Get your shoes on." I pull away smiling.

"Why?" She raises her eyebrow at me.

"Because we're going out." I say.

"Out where?" She questions.

"Anywhere, it's your birthday, we have to do something." I shrug, she nods.

She returns with a pair of black Vans on her feet and I notice she has a black Converse hoodie covering her arms. Her hand reaches for mine as walk to the lift. We get in and press the garage.

"We don't have to do anything, y'know?" She sighs, laying her head on my shoulder.

"Delilah, I don't care what you say, we are doing something." I reply.

"You're too nice to me, sometimes." She mumbles.

"Because you make me happy." I mumble back, placing a kiss on her forehead as the doors open.

"Where even are we?" She asks, as we walk up the stairwell of a quiet building in the middle of London.

"You'll find out soon." I reply, making her groan.

"If you're gonna murder me, I won't be impressed." She chuckles, making me smile.

"I won't murder you." I say.

"Oh, good." She sarcastically replies.

"Okay," I begin as we reach the door, "close your eyes."

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I said so." I laugh.

She sighs but closes her eyes and I place my hands on either side of her hips, guiding her inside. The lights are all of and I praise whatever God there is that the boys didn't fuck it up for once. 

"Harry, you're freaking me out." She whispers.

"Just-stand here." I reply, leaving her in the middle of the room.

I jog to the side and find the switch, fairy lights strung up on the wall lighting up in a split second. I smile, walking back to her.

"Open." I whisper in to her ear and I watch as she cautiously flickers open her eyes.

It takes her a few seconds to work out that the lights are on the wall and I watch as she puts her hand up to her mouth, her eyes watering. Around three of the four walls of the basic, square-shaped room are photos. Every photo I could ever find that she has taken sits on the wall. Some are of us, some are of her and her brother, some are of her and her mum that I found in her room. Some the boys and I took of her, without her noticing. The fairy lights follow the photos around and she finally notices the last wall, which only has one photo on it. She walks to it, staring at it. I took it of her, when we went exploring in London. She is laughing and she looks gorgeous. Underneath the photo lay the words I wrote on the wall earlier, in permanent marker:

 'You are my favourite everything; Delilah, I love you'.

 I watch as her body shakes slightly, I walk to her, she turns and wraps her arms desperately around my body; seeking solace and comfort. She pulls away, wiping away stray tears.

"You did this for me?" She whispers, looking around at the other photos.

"Well, I got some help." I nod, smiling.

"You never had to do th-" She begins but I stop her.

"It's not about what I have to do Delilah, I never feel the need to have to do anything for you; I want to do it for you, you deserve more than most." 

"I love you." She whispers.

"You do?" I ask, my voice low.

She turns to me, nodding. 

"Always." She says.

"I have another surprise." I smile at her, taking her hand and leading her back up the stairwell to the very top floor.

I open the door and the lights suddenly turn on, everyone jumps out and screams 'happy birthday Delilah'. She looks shocked and a little taken aback but smiles, nervously.

"Is that my brother?" She chuckles and I only just notice him.

"I invited him." I reply.

"You invited my brother?" She smiles.

"Course I did." I nod.

Delilah walks forward and her brother hugs her, she has to stand on her tip-toes due to his tall stature but she looks happy to see him.

"She liked the little display downstairs?" Cal asks, walking to me as I watch her talk to a few people surrounding her and her brother.

"She told me she loves me." I mumble my response.

"And did you say it back?" He questions.

"Yeah." I nod.

"She must be the one, then." He chuckles lightly, patting me on my shoulder before walking away.

"She must be." I whisper to myself, watching her smile in absolute awe.