Tuesday...as in tomorrow, my Birthday...oh.
"I'm umm. I'm not doing anything...nothing planned."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Great. Want to spend the afternoon with me and stay over?"
"Sounds great!"
We say our goodbyes and the line goes dead. It'll be fine. If he does find out it's my birthday it'll be too late for him to get me anything anyway. It probably sounds stupid keeping it from him, but I feel so guilty.
"Who was that?" Stella asks. Taking a seat opposite of me.
"Harry..." I mutter, taking a sip of my drink.
The rest of the day went pretty fast. We went back to Stellas' for a bit.
...
*Next Day (Tuesday)*
I stretch my arms back, yawning as I open my eyes. The constant beeping of my phone making me groan in annoyance. I pick it up, turning the irritable alarm off.
'4 new messages'
From: Stella
Happy Birthday! I'll give you your present when I next see you! Hope you have a lovely day! Love you xx
I reply, thanking her and insisting that she didnt have to buy me anything.
It doesn't feel like my Birthday, it never does. I hake my head, opening up the other texts. There was another from my friend Grace, and another from my nan which was like an essay! I laugh at her lovely comments. I still feel guilty for not going to see her that week, but if I had gone, nothing would have happen with me and Harry.
I gaze at the name on the last text. 'Harry'.
From: Harry
Happy Birthday! Dont get too fat eating cake! Didn't think you could keep it a secret from me did you? ;) .x
I can't help but laugh. To be honest it was a stupid idea keeping it from him. I seriously hope he hasn't bought me something, but knowing Harry he has.
I reply asking him how he found out.
From: Harry
Your mum told me. You still up for today and staying round mine? .x
Of course I was. I message him back, smiling like a dork the entire time. How can a text make someone smile so much?
I push myself out of bed, opening the door and walking down stairs.
"Happy Birthday darling!" My mother sings, wrapping her arms tightly around me. "Can't believe how fast my baby is growing up."
"Mum." I whine, hating the old 'I wish you were a baby again speech'.
"You're growing up too fast," she pouts, pulling away and guiding me into the kitchen.
"I hope you're hungry!" She beams, placing me in front of the breakfast filled table.
Woah! How much had she made?Eggs, bacon,sausages, everything... and more! The smell was mouth watering. I pull up a chair wasting no time in filling my stomach.
"Mum, you shouldn't have done this," I speak whilst happily chewing my food.
"It's just breakfast sweetie," she laughs, "now open our presents."
She hands me a medium size purple and blue polka dot Birthday bag, eagerly waiting for me to tare open the present.
I always become very anxious when opening gifts. I was terrible at giving away if I didn't like something. My face says it all. I even go and open them in a different room because I don't want to offend anyone.
I pick up the first large gift, shakily opening the paper.
"Oh Mum!" I breathe, "they're beautiful!"
A pair of high heels from Topshop. We went shopping a couple of months back and I tried them on, but didn't have the money on me at the time. I loved them.
I pull out the 2nd present, analyzing it's shape. Square?
I slowly rip the paper off, laughing at the 2 CD's that fall out.
One Direction...
"This was more of a joke present. I thought you would want them considering Harry is on the covers" she giggles.
"Thanks Mum." I laugh.
It was strange to see Harry on merchandise. Not that I hadn't seen him on it before, it's just I never really think of Harry as being famous, I think of him as Harry. And only Harry.
"Last one," she claps her hands in excitement.
This one was thin. Very very thin...what was it?
I open it, my mouth dropping in amazement.
"Mum!" I cry with joy, "you got me tickets to see the Fray!?"
This was unbelievable, 2 tickets to see one of my all time favourite bands!
"Thank you so much Mum," I hug her tightly. "This is the best present ever!"
"It's my pleasure. Been saving a lot of money for them tickets."
"They're perfect." I kiss her cheek.
"Well I'm sorry, I've got to go to work today darling; will you be alright?"
"Yeah." I assure. "I'm with Harry all day and then staying at his...if that's okay of course."
"That's fine with me," she smiles, "I won't be back until late tonight anyway. We have lots of deliveries coming in and I have to be there to supervise." She rolls her eyes.
As I return back into my bedroom I notice I have another message from Harry.
From: Harry
I'll pick you up at 2? Sound good? .x
I quickly reply.
To: Harry
Perfect! See you soon x.
From: Harry
And wear a dress! ;) x
I head off to the bathroom, stripping off and jumping into the warm shower.
I wonder what we're doing today. Harry hasn't said anything. I never normally do something for my birthday. I just sit at home and watch DVDs with my Mum and Dad...when he was around of course. Not many of my family live around the area so I never got any visits from anyone either.
I step out, wrapping the soft cotton towel around my soaking body. I quickly dry off, changing into some decent clothes. I pick a dress from my wardrobe. This was probably one of my more fancy looking dresses. It was still knee length but had an element of class to it.
I pull out a bag from under my bed, finding clothes for tomorrow and packing my sleeping stuff for Harry's. I debate about whether to pack pajamas or not, whenever I took them Harry still insisted on me wearing his top, and to be honest, I liked wearing it. I stuff them in anyway, just in case.
I log on to Facebook, replying to all the 'Happy Birthday' messages I had received from friends and then Twitter.
Woah, mentions have gone wild again! And now I know why...
@Louis_Tomlinson: Happy Birthday @Mollie_Brooks have a great day!
@NiallOfficial: @Mollie_Brooks Happy Birthday Mollie :)
That was sweet. Obviously Harry had been speaking to them about my Birthday.
I look at the time, shocking me at how quickly time had gone so fast.
Harry will be here soon. I must have been packing for quite a while.
A knock appears at my bedroom door.
"Come in."
"I just came to say goodbye sweetie." Mum kisses my cheek, "I love you, have a lovely time. Text me what he gets you."
"I will." I smile, watching her leave the room. I pray that he hasn't gotten be anything because he only found out the other day, but Harry is full of surprises.
I double check my bag for tonight, making sure I had all my toiletries and clothes for tomorrow.
"Happy Birthday babe." A raspy voice whispers making me jump.
"Harry!" I stand up in surprise. "How did you get in?"
"Your mum let me in," he walks towards me, wrapping his arms around my back. "Now why didn't you tell me it was your Birthday today?" He smirks. "If it's because you didn't want me to buy you a present then your planned failed, because I did."
"Harry," I whine with a smile, placing my hands on his muscular shoulders, "you didn't have to."
"Yes I did. Now come one, we've got places to be."
I frown. Oh no, what has he planned?
"Where?"
"Surprise," he winks, giving me hug.
I never did anything on my birthday, so I guess this would be exciting. And the fact that I'm spending it with Harry makes it better too.
As I hold him a little tighter I breathe in the smell of his shirt. He smelled so heavenly. We walk down the stairs and I admire his dress sense for today. Rather smart isn't he? Black trousers, white shirt and a black jacket. Basically a suit. What on earth has he got planned?
...
"You ready for present number one?" Harry grins, driving off down the road.
"Number one? How many have you got me Harry!?"
"Three." He speaks with ease.
"Harry you shouldn't have..."
"Well I did. So stop moaning. Come on, reach into the back seat and you'll find a card."
I obey, picking up a card.
"Open it," he instructs.
I do as he says, pulling out a floral card, along with a thin present slipping out wrapped in tissue paper. I place it on my lap reading the card.
Dear Mollie,
Happy Birthday! I hope you have a lovely day and like my presents.
-Harry x.
I look to Harry whose nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Thank you." I lean over, kissing his cheek.
"Now unwrap the tissue paper," he encourages.
"Did you wrap this or a five year old?" I laugh, watching his mouth drop open with a smile.
"I'm terrible at wrapping." He admits. "A five year old probably could have done better."
"You deserve a gold star sticker for trying." I tease.
"I'll be waiting for that."
It wasn't that bad of wrapping, it just looked like he had done it with his eyes closed.
"I hope you like this. You should considering you like to dance."
I rip the paper off, throwing it to the floor.
"Aww Harry!" I squeak, holding two tickets to see Swan Lake in front of me. "This is so sweet! When is it?"
"In about 30 minutes. That's where we're going now."
Wow. When I was younger I had always wanted to be on the stage and perform, but as I got older the cost for lessons increased and I couldn't afford it, that's why I don't dance as often anymore.
"Like it?"
"Love it, thank you so much." I reply.
If this was the first present what the hell were the others going to be?
For Harry's birthday I would have to think of something pretty unique. But his isn't for months.
We pull up outside the theater, finding a parking space.
We enter the building, a few people recognizing Harry and asking for photos. And of course, Harry being the gentleman he takes more than one.
"You'll be in row E, middle balcony," the employee smiles to Harry. He takes my hand, walking me to our seats.
"Wow, these are great seats." I compliment, sitting down.
"Yeah they are," he agrees, trying to get comfortable.
Harry's hand digs into his pockets, pulling out his Iphone.
He turns to me holding the phone up to my face. "Mollie." He sings. "Smile."
"Harry, no." I blush, covering my face.
"Birthday picture, come on?"
"Not on my own!" I blush.
"Why not?" He chuckles, "Come on, just one."
"Harry no!" I grow redder.
He sighs, shaking his head in laughter. "Fine, together then?"
"That's acceptable." I smile, removing my hands from my face.
He leans in, holding the phone out in front of us.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
We both smile, Harry capturing the picture. I didn't actually look that bad for once.
"One more." He pleas.
"It looked fine Harry." I giggle.
"Please just one?"
"Okay."
"Smile."
I stare at the screen, trying to find a position where I didn't look unflattering. We both grin at the phone.
"3... 2..."
As I count 1 in my head, Harry's lips press against my cheek, whilst his thumbs click the button.
"Harry!" I laugh, taking the phone and looking at the picture.
"Surprise kisses are the best remember?"
It was a cute picture to be honest. You could tell that I had no idea he was going to kiss me. That's the second time he's done that now. I will definitely be more prepared next time and beat him to it.
"They're going on Instagram." Harry whispers as the lights dim down.
...
The performance was beautiful. It brought back so many memories from when I did ballet when I was younger. It was lovely. I even think Harry enjoyed it.
As we leave the theater I check my phone for the time. *4:57*.
"Are we going back to yours now or?" I ask, taking hold of Harry's large hand.
"Nope." He answers. "We're going for dinner."
"Dinner? Where?"
"Just a little place I know," he smirks, opening the door for me.
By the tone of his voice I doubt his definition of little is the same as mine. We drive along the busy roads, my mind constantly thinking about where we were going.
"We're here."
My eyes widen slightly as I look out of the window. Bliney this looked posh.
"Harry, this isn't going to be too expensive is it?"
He shrugs, "who cares, its for you."
"Harry," I stop him as he opens the car door. "I don't want you spending too much on me."
"I'm not. I know people okay? It's not as pricey as you think."
I raise an eyebrow, not believing his words.
"Mollie, it's your birthday, and you're mine so I can do what I like alright?" He laughs.
I sigh in defeat, "okay..." I mumble.
His words echo in my ears, 'you're mine'.
"Come on," he gets out, walking around to my side and opening the door.
We stroll up a couple of stairs, walking into the most decorative restaurant I've ever seen. Gorgeous paintings hung on the walls, the lights were dimmed low, and flowers placed as centerpieces on the tables.
Woah...
"Styles." Harry gives in the reservation.
He takes my hand as the waiter guides us to our seats, situated in the corner of the room, away from everyone else.
"Thank you," we both smile, Harry pulling my chair out for me as we sit.
"Its an Italian, I hope that's alright?"
"Its perfect." I blush. "My favorite."
"Mine too."
I can't believe how much he is doing for me. "Thank you so much Harry."
We order our food, the kind waiter bringing us our drinks as well.
"So then," he takes a sip of his drink, "what did your Mum get you?"
"Tickets to see The Fray was my present." My face lights up. Even mentioning that I have tickets gets me excited.
"Really?! That sounds amazing."
"Do you want to come with me?" I ask, "I have 2 tickets, and I don't think Stella is a big fan."
"I'd love to," he replies, "when is it?"
"I don't actually know." I giggle, "I didn't look."
It was probably next year or something, or a few months. I hadn't heard that they were touring this year. Our food arrives shortly after and we think the staff for their service.
"Can I get a picture of you now?" Harry begs, as I finish my first mouth full.
"Why do you want a picture of me so bad?" I turn red. "I hate having pictures on my own."
"I just do."
I didn't mind having pictures with someone else but when it was on my own I hated it.
"I will get one," he jokes "one day."
"Maybe..." I reply, watching him pout like a child.
"What about Stella then?" He chews, "what did she get you?"
"I haven't seen her yet. I'll probably meet up with her tomorrow or something."
"Ah right," he nods.
...
The meal was faultless. We couldn't stop talking the entire time and Harry had me in fits of laughter. At one point I had to leave to go to the toilet because I was laughing so hard. I loved how he could make me so happy, and half the time he wasn't even trying.
"Do you want your 2nd present yet?"
"If you want to give it to me. It's not up to me." I giggle.
He digs into his pockets, pulling out a small box. He hands it to me, watching the dimples in his cheeks grow.
What was it?
I pull off the lid, the air being stolen from me.
"Oh Harry," I manage to breathe, "it's beautiful." I lift out a silver necklace, the letter 'H' dangling from the bottom.
"Thought it could be a way of saying that I'm yours."
I hold it out in my hand, still overwhelmed by the beautiful jewels that were place within the letter.
"It's really cheesy I know, but-"
"Harry it's gorgeous."
He smiles.
"Do you want me to put it on?" He offers.
I nod, "yes please."
He stands from his chair, taking the necklace from my hands. He walks behind me, lowering it in front of my head and resting it around my neck. I lift up my hair as he lockes the back.
"Perfect." He says in accomplishment.
"Harry I love it." I lean across the table, kissing his plump lips.
"Good," he sighs in relief, "just one to go now."
"You honestly didn't have to do all this Harry."
"I know. But I wanted to."
...
As Harry pays the bill I check the time *8:00*. Today had gone so fast. This was actually the only time I didn't want my birthday to end. Only because I was with Harry.
"Ready to go?" He asks as we begin walking.
I nod as a response.
As we pull up outside of Harry's building fans rush to the car, to have pictures with Harry.
"Happy Birthday Mollie!" A girl calls, shocking me a little.
"Thank you!" I shout back across the crowd.
That was cute. I offer to take some pictures for girls who didn't have front cameras. I recognize some of the faces from previous meetings. They were so dedicated and passionate.
We head up stairs, Harry unlocking the door for us.
I flop onto his sofa, kicking my uncomfortable shoes off. My feet were now killing me!
"Just going to the toilet." Harry speaks.
I stand, unlocking the balcony doors and stepping out into the cold air. I loved the view from up here. Takes my breath away every time. Looking down and seeing the cars look like little ants brought a smile to my face. And they looked even more spectacular at night.
I gaze up, the silver stars mesmerizing me. They're beautiful. Everytime I look at the stars I now think of Harry. The day on the roof. I was talking to him about the stars and then...he kissed me. For the first time.
I'm startled by the sudden warmth of Harry's arms wrapping around me from behind.
"Ready for your last present?" He asks, spinning me around to face him. He takes my hand, guiding me to a chair that was positioned by the side of the pool.
"I'll be one second," he rushes, running back inside.
He seemed so excited about this gift. I wonder what it was?
He kneels on to the floor, sitting on his knees in front of me, his arms holding on to the side of my thighs. "Happy Birthday Mollie," he whispers, handing me a medium-size burgundy color birthday bag.
I'm actually quite nervous to open it. Harry seems so happy about this present, what if I don't like it? I'm sure I will.
I open the bag, pulling out a black box.
"Open it," he encourages, making me shake.
My heart begins to thud as I slowly lift the lid. I freeze, finding another box inside.
"How many boxes am I meant to prepare myself to open?" I laugh, opening the next and finding another box.
"A lot," he jokes, watching me repeat the same movements over and over again.
Each box becomes smaller the more and more I opened it, surely I must be at the end soon?
I come to what feels like the 6th box, but only this one is blue. A really, really light blue.
"Last one," he bites his lips, intentely watching me my eyes.
I take off the lid, my eyes whitening.
"H-Harry."
I pick it up studying the gift. A silver charm bracelet. There must have been at least 16 charms already on it. Jesus...its stunning. This must have cost him so much.
"Each charm has something to do with us on it."
I take in his words, working out the memory from each charm.
"This one," he points to a rose, "this was the first night we kissed, remember? You thought I had a date, and I came to the door with a rose for you?"
"I remember." I blush.
"And this one," he continues pointing to a tennis rackets, "this is when we played swing ball in your garden...that was a brilliant day." He chuckles, "and this one this is toast."
"Toast?" I giggle.
"Yeah," he happily nods. "It's the first thing you cooked for me...the night I stayed over. For the first time. And this one-"
He's getting so excited about explaining them all to me, I'm not even looking at the present anymore, I'm looking at him. The smile on his face as he tells me each story, the look in his eyes when he sees my reaction to his words. He's honestly the sweetest person.
"This one here," he grins, "this is a mop. From the time I flooded your kitchen, and you got really mad at me. Remember that?"
I nod, a tear coming to my eye, along with a smile on my face. All of these were from before we had even started going out. I can't believe he remembered all the little details.
"This is a heart, and I want you to think its my heart," his voice offense, "because you've got my heart Mollie."
I turn the bracelet around, looking at the others from the other side. What was this one? It looks like... A door.
"What is this one about?" I ask creasing my face, showing him the door charm.
"Oh." He murmurs. "That one is stupid...I probably shouldn't have put it on there, I can take it off, it doesn't look very nice."
"No." I stop him. "Tell me...tell me what it means." I look into his emerald eyes.
"It's going to sound really stupid."
"It won't. Just tell me."
He sighs. "It's how we met." He whispers with nerves, blushing slightly. "Remember? I ran out and almost hit you in the face with the door." I can't help but smile. In a strange way, the door was the most stunning charm, because it had the biggest impact on our relationship.
"Well I think that one's my favorite." I giggle.
"You like the present then?"
"Of course I do Harry! I love it!"
I wrap my arms around him, giving him a kiss. "Thank you so much Harry. It means the world to me with how much thought and effort you put into this."
"I had to think quickly about what to get you considering you never told me."
He stays silent as I slide it on my wrist his eyes never leaving mine.
He means the world to me too.
"You're the most beautiful girl on the planet Mollie, you know that don't you?...and you're mine."
He shuffles forward on his knees, allowing his lips to come in contact with mine again. I loved him. I loved him so so much. No one had ever spoken to me the way Harry does. As his lips begin to melt into mine, I knew. It was him. I trusted him and I loved him. And...and I wanted him. And I think I was ready...
"Harry." I breathe through the breaking of our lips. "Harry can we go to the bedroom?" I barely speak, the anxiety taking over.
He stops, pulling away.
"Are you cold?"
I swallow, the nerves building up inside of me.
"N-no. I just...I thought...I-I want to-"
"Oh." There's a hint of realization in his voice, along with shock. "A-are you sure?"
"I want to."
He takes both of my hands in his.
"I don't want you to feel like you have to Mollie."
I shake my head. "I want to." I quietly repeat.
I can see Harry's shoulders tense. Did he not want to? Or was he nervous for me?
"Okay." He vividly smiles, taking my hand and helping me up. His eyes look deep into mine, looking for positivity. He obviously finds it because he leans in giving me a third kiss, guiding me indoors.
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