157- It's Your Birthday

                                    

                                          
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Harry: "How about this?" you asked Harry, after you changed in some other clothes, looking yourself up and down in the full-length mirror of your bedroom. From his spot on the bed, Harry furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, disagreeing with yet another outfit. Everything you put on was wrong. Either it was too revealing, too one-colored or whatever made him dislike the outfit you were wearing. "Why are you so picky today?" you snapped, turning to face him. But he just shrugged as you let out a loud groan of frustration. "And why am I even listening to you? It's my outfit and my choice. After all I have to wear this for the rest of the day." Harry just chuckled. "Maybe it's because you love me and my opinion does matter to you." Sighing, you stepped back into your walk-in closet, stripping out of your clothes. "Well, what do you want me to wear then?" "How about a pair of ripped jeans, a shirt and the jacket your mom bought you last christmas?" Not quite sure about that, you still gave it a go and changed in the outfit Harry suggested. As you walked back out you put your hands in the jacket pockets and posed infront of the mirror, when you suddenly felt something. You pulled out an envelope and spinned around to a smirking Harry, confusion written all over your face. "What is this?" It was clear now why he wanted you to wear that jacket, even though he acted inoccent. "I don't know. You better open it." So you did. 'BOARDING PASS. From: LONDON. To: PARIS'

Niall: You slowly opened your eyes and smiled at the sound of Niall's soft voice whishing you a happy birthday mixed with the strumming of his guitar. "Thank you" you breathed as he bend down to gently kiss your lips. "Now" he said and contiuned to play some random chords, "How does a large breakfast sound?" You mouth got watery already as you nodded and sat up, about to get out of bed. "Na-ah" Niall shook his head, pushing you back down, "In bed of course. Today is your day and you're not just gonna be treated like my princess but like my queen." He got up and put his guitar to the side, telling, "Just watch some tv and before you know it I'll be back with a massive breakfast." He gave your lips a final peck before he exited the room. And, man, he didn't lie. That breakfast was sick! He made pancakes, bacon, waffles, sausages, coffee, cacao, bagels, baked beans, orange juice and everything you could just ever imagine. Eyes wide you stared at the at least ten plates infront of you before you turned to your proud boyfriend, pouting. "No donuts?" His face dropped and he frantically searched all plates for donuts, unsuccessful. "I'm sorry princess. I didn't buy any. But if you want some I could just quickly run to the store" he apologized hectically as you burst into laughter. "No worries Niall, I was just kidding. This is enough. - Actually this is more than enough" you chuckled as you grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to you. "So where do we start?" you asked as Niall pecked your nose, eyeing the food. "I'd say waffles first."











Liam: When you woke up you rolled over to Liam's side of the bed just to find it empty. You wondered were he would be and gently streched yourself before you slowly got out of the bed and made your way downstairs. You enetered the kitchen -which was empty as well- and were about to make some tea, when you found a sticky note pinned to the water kettle. It read 'I am loud and have 88 teeth. 52 of them are white. 36 are black. Come and find me.' With furrowed eyebrows you thought about it for a moment and quickly dashed to the piano when you solved the riddle. As expected, you found a second sticky note, which was pinned to the piano keys. It said 'I am silver and spew water. Hot or cold, whatever you prefer. Come and find me.' Without hesitation you raced into the bathroom and -as it should be- found another note on the faucet. 12 sticky notes later, you got lead into your backyard and were standing infront of the big oak tree, a sticky note pinned to it's bark. 'Finding the oak tree, isn't the key. You have to step behind it, to find me.' And indeed was there, when you rounded the tree, a tuxedo-wearing Liam waiting for you - a big roses bouquet in his hands and his smile so big you bet it must have already hurt him. "Happy birthday, darling."













Louis: "So what do you say, red velvet cupcakes or coconut cream cake?" you asked Louis as you got out the ingredients you'd need for both desserts. "Well, I'd say it's your birthday, so you get to decide." You gently hit his arm, sighing. "That doesn't help me at all, Lou." He chuckled as he pressed his lips to your forehead, murmuring, "Well, then let's see. The boys are coming, right?" You slightly nodded, even though it was difficult, since his lips were still resting on your forehead. "They'll bring there girlfriends, right?" You nodded a second time. "And we already got the apple pie you made yesterday, right?" You nodded another time as he pulled away from you, wrapping his hands around your neck so his thumbs could caress your cheeks. "Good. Then the decision is easy" Louis smiled and pecked your lips, "We'll just bake both. Only two dessert won't be enough for all of us. - 'Sides we've got more choices for our guests." Laughing, you spinned back around to your ingredients and got out the red food coloring and desiccated coconuts. "Well, that was easier than I thought." Louis went to step beside you and wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your temple. "You must be very lucky to have such an intelligent boyfriend like me."













Zayn: As you viewed yourself in the mirror you wondered what Zayn had planned for your birthday night. It was a surprise, so he of course didn't tell anything and only mentioned to wear something fancy. So there you were - wearing a classy black dress, waiting for Zayn to pick you up. And for once he was even on time and popped up at the time you had agreed on. "Milday?" He put out his elbow for you to take. As was customary in earlier times. You gladly hooked your hand around it and let him guide you to his car, where he opened the door for you like a gentleman. And even though you tried to make him tell you where he was taking you out to, he wouldn't budge and kept it a secret. Finally coming to a stop at the -what you assumed- target place, he helped you out of the car and led you to a path that was going into a forest. Along the path there were tealights leading the way to a tree. It was a large tree with hanging leaves, which were blocking the view to the trunk. "Here we are" Zayn announced as he pushed the leaves to the side so you could walk 'in' and view the amazing candle light dinner that was waiting for you. "Zayn" you gasped as your jaw dropped, overwhelmed by the sight. "Only the best for you" Zayn whispered and wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, while you fought back the small tears that tried to escape. "Happy birthday, baby girl."