Chapter 31

                                    

                                          
Chapter 31
                          
Desirah's POV
                          
@ForeverAlone13: it's my birthday today!!! Woohoo, I'm 18!!! #livinthesweetlife
                          
To say my birthday was going to be huge is an understatement. It was massive! Everything was. But that doesn't necessarily mean that it was a good thing.
                          
When I woke up that morning, it felt like any other day. I didn't feel any different. I didn't jump up and say, "OMG, I feel so alive! Let's get drunk and crash our cars into metal gates and break the law!" No, I still felt seventeen.
                          
Then I realized: I was eighteen! Time to broadcast the big news to the world!
                          
I picked up my iPod and tapped on the Twitter app. I sent out a tweet announcing that it was my birthday. Not much later, I started getting replies wishing me a happy birthday or demanding why I didn't post as often. I felt kind of bad about that, but I was busy these days. I didn't have time to spit out random, worthless advice to the Internet world anymore.
                          
I rolled out of bed and got dressed. I wore a soft, pink tank-top that had "Love" and quotes about love written across it in black cursive. My shorts were normal, with itchy white lace sewn on the leg-holes. I brushed my hair and put on mascara, as per usual.
                          
The boys and I were still residing in the tour bus. I left my room and walked the two steps it took to get to the kitchen. When I got there, I nearly had a heart attack.
                          
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DESIRAH!!" the One Direction boys yelled at me, each sporting large grins.
                          
I jumped back in surprise, my face probably looking pretty hilarious. Then I relaxed and smiled.
                          
"Thanks, guys," I said. "Do you even know how old I am now?"
                          
"Fifteen!" Louis shouted, and Zayn swatted him over the head. "I was kidding," he chuckled. "We all know that you're eighteen. Geez, we're not that stupid."
                          
I giggled and sat down at the kitchen table next to Harry. The tiny table was packed with wrapped gifts and a surprisingly big cookie cake. Yeah, you heard me right: Cookie cake. It's an enormous soft cookie that has frosting piled on top of it. If you haven't tried it, you haven't lived.
                          
This one was a chocolate chip cookie with white frosting, navy blue fringe, and lighter blue frosting that read, "Happy Birthday!" in loopy cursive. Next to the writing were three large frosting balloons. The cake looked delicious.
                          
"Wow, you guys," I said, swelling with pride. Not for me, but for them. "You really went the extra mile."
                          
"It was all Niall's idea," Zayn said, nudging me. "He knew your favorite cake and everything."
                          
I smiled at Niall. "Thank you."
                          
He grinned back. "It was no problem. Really."
                          
"Can we have cake for breakfast?" Louis asked eagerly.
                          
"No!" the other boys shot at him.
                          
"We'll have a nice, healthy breakfast," Liam said pointedly. "Then Desirah will open up her presents, and then we can have cake."
                          
"Cake," Louis moaned, staring at the cookie longingly.
                          
I giggled again. I couldn't blame him, I really wanted to break into the cake too.
                          
We had a quick breakfast that consisted only of cereal, then I was pushed into the center. The presents were put on the floor and we all managed to squeeze onto the furniture. Liam and Louis sat in beanbag chairs, and the rest of us squished together on the couch. I could hardly breathe.