Mr. Styles [ Larry Stylinson ]

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                     A small notification pops up on my phone screen as I lazily scroll through instagram.

Birthday Soon! Yeah!

I find myself chuckling at it. Why did I even have to put my own birthday date in my calendar? Let alone put it in a few days before the actual day.

Cupcake: baby?????

Cupcake: r uthere??

Me: yeah, I am

Me: just realized my birthday is in a few days.

Cupcake: wait r u serious?!?

Me: yes?

Cupcake: WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME!?!?!?!?

Cupcake: I NEED TO PLAN SOMETHING!! SHIT

Me: no! Ypu! Don't!

Cupcake: wait

Cupcake: isn't Christmas in a few days?!?!

Cupcake: OMG!!!! I FORGOT ABOUT CHRISTMAS TOO?!?!?!

Cupcake: IM SUCH A BAD BF :,,,,,,(

Me: calm down its no big deal

Cupcake: CHRISTMAS IS ALWAYS A BIG DEAL!

Me: oh. I was talking about my birthday.

Cupcake: oh... yeah I guess your bday is important to....?

Cupcake: JK!! OBVS YOUR BDAY IS IMPORTANT!!!!

Cupcake: fuck

Cupcake: fuCK!!!

Me: ok really tho. Chill.

Cupcake: DONT YOU DARE TELL ME TO CHILL

Cupcake: COME TO YOUR BLOODY DOOR

I raise an eyebrow before heading downs stairs towards the front door. I open it and my eyes widen when I see Harry.

"When's your birthday?"

"Hello to you too, Harold" I roll my eyes and step aside for him to walk in.

"Hey baby," he grins, pecking my lips before snapping right back into a serious look, "When's your birthday?"

"Twenty fourth," I groan as we walk to the kitchen and I grab the milk jug out of the fringe before gulping some down, cringing at its after taste.

Why do I always do this to myself? I hate milk on its own.

"And you were going to tell me, when?"

"I don't know," I shrug, "it's not that big of a deal."

"Well then this year I will make it a big deal. On Saturday, I'll spoil you. Spoil you rotten," he gets closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, "and it'll be the best birthday you've ever had," he smirks and pecks my lips sweetly.

"Come," he pats my bum softly, I really love it when he does that for some reason. It gives me butterflies. "Let's go to bed, I'm sleeping over," he grins, picking me up and I squeal loudly. He never picks me up and I kinda like it. Hehe. It makes me feel smaller than usual.