You and Harry share the same birthday
As requested by mizluv
“i know this is early but i won't be near tumblr around that time. harry and I share the same birthday. could i have a one shot around that with some cute and fluffy stuff pleasee“
A/N: Here it is, love. I hope you like it! Also, happy early birthday ☺
A/N2: I’m accepting requests, please send in.
The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is that the blinds are open and the sun is shining through your bedroom window. The second thing you notice is the smell of the cinnamon rolls you love, as well as the smell of eggs. Thirdly, you feel his lips ghosting over your shoulders as his hands carrass up and down your arm. You smile the biggest smile you can, and let out a happy sigh, turning on your back so you can stare up at Harry from underneath him.
“Happy birthday, (Y/N).” He says, looking down at you with the most loving expression forming on his face.
You blink a couple times, still sleepy, before circling your arms around his neck and pull him down to you - you hold him close, just taking the moment in and then you close the space between your lips.and his, kissing him softly and smiling as soon as you feel his smile stretching right against your mouth.
“Happy birthday, H.”, You sit up in bed, looking around. Your eyes widen when you spot the bouquet of flowers next to the breakfast tray - a small bunch of wildflowers, as well as a couple of daisies and a single sunflower lay there, holding down a heart-shapped balloon with a large I love you written on it. “What’s all this?” You ask, smiling.
He lets out a quiet laugh and turns around to get the tray from the bedside table and brings it to the bed, between the two of you.
“They didn’t have any Happy Birthday balloons left. I guess the Valentine’s decoration is already taking over,” Harry says, making you laugh.
You shake your head, smiling wide, and pick the bouquet out of the tray, taking a small sniff out of the flowers and then put them back down. You realize he’s still looking at you as you look back up at him with a challeging look in your eyes.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to make a big deal out of our birthdays?” You say, but it turns out like a question. “We said no presents...”
Harry shrugs, “This is barely a present, though.” He says.
That gets another head shake and a chuckle out of you, but you decide to let it go and start on your breakfast, in which he follows you. You both eat in silence for a few minutes, the only noise that’s heard is the clicking of the cutlery.
Even though this wasn’t what you guys had agreed on - ‘i’m content with just spending the day with you. i dont need presents’ ‘okay, same for me’ ‘okay’ ‘okay!’ - you couldn’t be mad at him for going out of his way to get you flowers - flowers! - and preparing you breakfast, could you? Not only it was sweet, but you’d already expected him to break the rules and give you something, so you went and did the same.
Smiling, you finish your last bit of orange juice and, noticing Harry was done eating as well, you put the tray away.
You kneel in bed, reaching out to him and circle your hands around the nape of his neck. He looks up at you, hands coming to rest on your hips as you climb over him and cross your legs at the small of his back, your tshirt - his tshirt, really - riding up on your thighs. You feel his lips hovering over your shoulders, your neck, your ear...
“I got you something, too.” You confess. Harry’s lips pause on your skin and he tilts his head back slightly so he can look you in the eyes, a confused frown on his face. “It’s a new journal. I noticed yours is almost full, so...”
His smile grows big with each word that leaves your mouth, his hands go up to your waist where he holds you closer. “Thank you,” he says, “you didn’t have to.”
“It’s okay,” you answer. You close your eyes for a second, a radiant smile forming on your lips. “This is already the best birthday ever. Thanks, Haz.”
He chuckles and pecks your lips three times in a quick succession.
“No problem, angel.” He says. “I even made us a reservation for dinner, tonight. At your favorite.” Harry confesses, cheekily.
You look up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. You couldn’t believe this boy.
“Well,” you sigh, “at least I bought us a cake to go with it, then.”
Harry’s laugh echoes around the room, his shirtless torso shaking with delight.
“I can’t believe us!” He exclaims. “We are, officially, complete shits at following our own rules!”
You couldn’t agree more, but, for some reason, in that moment, that is what made you happy.
