I put a link for my progress report in an email and sent it too my boss. How did I end up with this internship? Yeah, I get paid, but I should NOT have to do this at 17. I have to present myself stylishly every day, but I work in an office. I closed my office door and kicked my heels off by the plant. Resting my elbow on my desk and holding my chin in my hand, I let the backgrounds change before my eyes, remembering the story behind each shot.

That one, the butterfly that was backed by beautiful lavender, I remember when it landed on Harry’s shirt at the art festival. There was the picture of Harry at the beach, his skin was flawless. There was a couple after that of beach shells and hermit crabs. That was where Harry had taken me for my last birthday. It was the last birthday that I was free of work. The next shot that came by was a shot of the tree outside my window, weighed down by snow. That was the day that Mrs. H had called off work because of the weather. That was the first and last time that had ever happened. Today was my 18th birthday, and I had spent the majority of it sitting behind a closed door, working on next week’s presentation.

My purse began ringing and I quickly scrambled through it, trying to silence the noise. When I dug out my phone I saw:

Harry: Hey baby, I know you probably wanted to get all dolled up before dinner, but they moved up our reservation time. ~ Hazza

You: Gah! Harry I look like hell! ~ <3

Harry: Babe. I picked out your clothes this morning. -_- ~ Hazza

You: Ugh. I know. I just can’t make it in time. ~ <3

Harry: You get off like… now. Just meet us at the restaurant. ~ Hazza

Harry: Babe, I love you but I have one more sound check before I head to the restaurant. I love you and I’ll see you there <3 ~ Hazza

Well that was just perfect. I threw my phone on my desk, crossed my legs and let my head fall in my hands. I heard my door open behind me.

“I didn’t know that you were still here.” I turned around to see my friend Hannah. We’re both about the same age and she started here at about the same time that I did. “Haphner didn’t give you the day off?”

“Does it look like she gave me the day off?” Hannah was put back by my snippiness.

“Is this all about that you didn’t get the day off?” Her eyes got wide and her eyebrows raised.

“Not entirely.” She shut the door behind her and pulled up a visitor chair rested her chin on her crossed arms that were lying on my desk. “Harry had reservations for all of us that just got pushed up to,” I stopped to check my watch, “half an hour from now.” I groaned as she stood up.

“Girl, come here,” she demanded, pulling me up. “Look at yourself.” She dragged me to the full length mirror to the side of my office and held tight on my shoulders. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see anything good, but that’s what I loved about Hannah. She see’s everything in me that I can’t see for myself and makes them so painfully obvious to me that I can’t deny them. “What do you see?”

I exhaled, exaggerating it a little… Okay, maybe a lot. “I see a face, and the dress that Harry picked out for me this morning. I see my hair that has half way curls from where they wore out over the course of the day, and I see swollen ankles and the base makeup that I put on at like 5:00 am.”

“Can I give my input now?” I gave her a death glare and somehow it came across that her opinion mattered. “I see your eyes that are bluer than God’s sky.”

“Isn’t God’s sky like gold or something?” I interrupted.

“Don’t be a smart ass.” I let a smirk come across my face. “There! I see a smile that guys drop dead for. I see your hair that you can do anything with, as apposed to this rats nest,” she gestured towards her head, “that was lucky to get brushed this morning. I see eyebrows that are spaced perfectly and girl,” she took my hand and princess spun me, “Harry couldn’t have picked a more banging dress for you to have to wear to work.” We both laughed. “Where’s your makeup?” I gave her my basics bag and let her go to work. She let me check it in the mirror briefly before she shoved me out the door. “Happy Birthday girly!”

On my way to the restaurant, I flipped through the channels and didn’t stop on any random one. Then I heard the sirens behind me. Pulling to the side of the road, I looked in the rear view mirror. Shit.

~

As I drove away with my ticket, I was just ready to go home. Pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, there were like no other cars there. I decided ahead of time that if Harry had rented out the whole place that I was going to kill him. He knew that I didn’t like big parties and this was just supposed to be with me and the guys.

When I walked in I asked the waitress for the location of the Styles party and she showed me to the table seating eight: Harry and me, Zayn and Bailey, Niall and Haley, Louis and El, and Liam. I sat around the big table and ordered water, knowing that once they got there, water probably wouldn’t be the drink of choice, thanks to Louis.

Half an hour later, I was still the only one sitting at my birthday dinner.

“Uh, Miss?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a man here with the cake and he needs to be paid.” I could feel the smoke coming out of my ears. I collected my things and paid the man on the way out. Once I was in the car:

You: What the hell Harry? I thought that our time got pushed up. Ugh. Never mind it. I’ll be at home.

When I got home, the only car in the driveway was mine. I got the cake out of the passenger’s seat and started for the door. It was dark now and I was ready to shower and eat and sleep and pout if Harry happened to show up.

Walking in, I set my keys on the key tree and the cake on the front table. I scaled the wall for the light switch and flipped it up, illuminating the room; the room that was full of people.

“SURPRISE!” shouted about fifty people simultaneously. At the front of the crowd stood Harry.

“Happy Birthday, Perfect.” He gave me his award winning smile. It was a you-can’t-be-mad-at-me smile at the same time. He embraced me and I playfully smacked his chest.

“I can’t believe that you left me waiting at the restau…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I was in Harry’s arms and he had drawn my face near his. His breath was warm on my lips and I stood there like a deer in the headlights. Not soon enough, Harry closed the gap and wasted no time being gentle. He kissed me deeply and took me by the hand to greet the rest of the crowd. Everyone was there that was supposed to be at dinner and more, a lot more.

I spent all night jumping from one group of people to the next, eating in between visits. I loved that everyone cared so much, but when everyone had finally gone home, I couldn’t say that I wasn’t a little bit relieved. I slumped down on the couch next to Harry, who sat down in front of the fire. “I can’t believe that you did all this for me.”

“Oh I didn’t.” He sounded perfectly serious.

“What?” I leaned up on one elbow to get the gist of what he was trying to do.

“I didn’t even know it was your birthday until Louis told me this morning.” There was more sarcasm this time, earning him a smack on the leg before I began using him as a pillow once more.

I leaned up one more time, and I quite honestly don’t remember what I was going to say to him, because I’m still in awe about the way he interrupted me. Before I could say anything, Harry grabbed my chin gently. He held me close and I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I sat as still as I could and waited to see what he was planning. He again closed the gap, but it was different this time. This time, the kiss was so gentle that I couldn’t tell if his lips had really been there or not. I rested my hand on his chest and he began to pull away. A moment of panic shot through me, but I was again put at ease when his lips met mine once more. His tongue brushed my bottom lip, begging access and I gladly allowed it. We continued this way. My hands ran along his chest, jaw line, and through his curls. I let my hands lower to feel the indents of his abs through his shirt. His hands traveled around my waist, pulling me on top of him, but that wasn’t an issue. They wandered from my butt to my thighs to my back. He continued to press me closer to him, as if it was a possibility.

All at once, Harry stood up, my legs wrapped around him, and he began to carry me across the room, managing to avoid every obstacle. Thrusting me against the wall, he let go of my lips and I exhaled deeply from the impact. His breath sent tingles through my body as his lips brushed my neck. His hands held tight to my thighs and rubbed up my sides. If he hadn’t had me pressed so tightly, I probably would’ve fallen. I wrapped my hands around his neck, anxiously tugging at his curls and earning groans by doing so. His hands went around my back and he began working on the zipper of my dress.

All of a sudden he stopped. Embarrassed a little, I opened my eyes and they met his instantly. Expecting a look telling me that we had gone too far, I tried to calm my rapid breath. Harry didn’t have a disappointed look on his face. Instead, his expression was eager, and lively. Without words, he asked if I was sure. I nodded as his head ducked back into my neck, hitting just the right spot between my neck and my collar bone. I inhaled, not expecting such a wonderful sensation. Knowing for a fact that he had left his mobile and wallet on the coffee table, I knew exactly what I felt against me.

Continuing, Harry began carrying me up the steps. Halfway up, we stopped and he put me down. I unbuckled his belt and ran my hands up the front of his stomach underneath his shirt. He pulled it off the rest of the way and laid me on the steps, kissing me passionately. The top stair bent my back slightly, but I didn’t care enough to stop him. We began moving in sync and my hand held his jaw in place to keep his lips locked to mine.

When we made it to my room, he was in his boxers and I was left in my bra and panties. He threw me onto the bed and fell over me, skillfully catching himself before our bodies touched. He leaned over me and kissed me. Starting at my lips and moving down my neck and my chest. Putting his hand behind my back, he lifted me up and unhooked my bra all at once. Setting me back down, I exposed myself to him. I rolled over, putting myself on top of him, straddling him. He tried to sit up to meet my lips, only for me to push him back down onto the bed and lean down just low enough for our chests to touch. I kissed clear down his stomach and stopped when I came to his V lines.

The next hours were filled with pure bliss. Making sounds that I didn’t know I could make. I remember him holding my waist tightly, and me not caring; the entire time I only wanted him to hold me tighter. He ran his hands up my body and held my arms above my head, exciting us both more than before. We fit together like puzzle pieces, not once moving out of sync. I remember him slowing down with the fear of hurting me, but continuing the way he was when he thought I was getting quiet.

Afterwards, my head rested on his bare chest, our bodies pressed together and never intending on ever being apart again. His long fingers traced patterns on the skin of my arm. I softly nibbled at his ear and kissed hungrily at his neck. My leg intertwined with his and I could have lied that way forever. Harry gently kissed my forehead and put his hand behind his head, 100%, totally relaxed. It wasn’t very often that I saw him like this in his line of work. After lying there for awhile, I felt more awake than I had all day.

“Harry?” I whispered in the complete black of the room.

“Yeah Babe?” His voice wasn’t just deep and sexy. From where my head was resting, I could hear the deep tones coming from within him; it was the best sound in the world.

“I can’t sleep.” If there was one thing that Harry knew how to do, it was how to help me get to sleep:

Don’t try to make me stay,
Or ask if I’m okay.
I don’t have the answer.

Don’t make me stay the night,
Or ask if I’m alright.
I don’t have the answer.

Heartache doesn’t last forever.
I’ll say I’m fine.
Midnight ain’t no time for laughing.
When you say goodbye,

It makes your lips so kissable,
And your kiss unmissable,
Your fingertips so touchable,
And your eyes irresistible.

I’ve tried to ask myself,
Should I see someone else?
I wish I knew the answer.

But I know if I go now,
If I leave and I’m on my own tonight,
I’ll never know the answer.

Midnight doesn’t last forever.
Dark turns to light.
Heartache flips my world around.
I’m falling down, down, down. That’s why,

I find your lips so kissable,
And your kiss unmissable,
Your fingertips so touchable,
And your eyes irresistible.

Irresistible
Irresistible
Irresistible
Irresistible

It’s in your lips,
And in your kiss.
It’s in your touch,
And your fingertips,

And it’s in all the things and other things,
That make you who you are,
And your eyes irresistible.

It’s your lips so kissable,
And you kiss unmissable,
Your fingertips so touchable,
And your eyes,

Your eyes,
Your eyes,
Your eyes,
Your eyes,

Your eyes irresistible.

I closed my eyes and took in everything with all of my other senses. I could feel the smooth, sculpted skin of Harry’s stomach. I could still taste his lips on mine, and I could smell his Hollister cologne. All of this was magnificent, but no where near as glorious as what I heard. Harry’s sweet, rustic voice filled the silence of the room as his chest moved up and down steadily, keeping his breathing even; up and down as I departed from the best day of my life.

Notes

Emma is absolutely in love with Harry Styles, and I mean, who wouldn't be? It was here birthday so I decided that there was no better gift than to dedicate a birthday fanfiction to her.
xoxo Hannah <3