Richarlison

                                    

                                          
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to y/n, happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuu" you groaned as you heard what can only be described as a cat being strangled. But it was Richy's attempt at singing. Attempt being the nicest way of putting things.

Putting your head under the pillow and loudly groan again as you felt a cold draft as Richarlison lifted up the pillow from your face.   "Did you enjoy my singing?" he smiled as you glanced up to him to see the biggest grin on his face.   "No" you bluntly replied which made him laugh even more.  "Someone is hungover for their birthday" he smirked as you rolled your eyes as you could really tense he was loving this moment. 

"Yes I am, you are not making this any better for me. I appreciate the singing, but go" you shooed him away with your hand as he put his hand in your hand.   "Do you need me to get you anything?" he asked you as you peeked out from under the duvet. 

"Water please" you replied as you felt that he left the room.   "Here, now you need to open your presents" he sat on the end of the bed.   "I don't want to, I feel so sick Richy, please" you clutched your head as he helped you sit up.   "You can't handle your drink at all can you" he laughed.   "You talking to me is not helping me, just stop laughing at me" you stuck your bottom lip out, looking all sad as you were on the verge of tears. 

"Oh sorry, I I- come here. Let's just lay down together and snuggle. You are teary hungover" he smirked as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.   "Thank you" you whispered as you laid back down as you placed your head on his chest as you cuddled him tightly to try and get this hangover away.   "You can have your presents later" he whispered gently in your ear.   "Thank you "you replied, cuddling up tightly to him.