"You sure you're fine?"
I sighed for the tenth time since we'd left Starbucks. "Yes. I'm fine, babe."
Harry nodded, then looked back at the road. "You sure -"
I cut him off with a look. "Harry, really. Nothing happened."
Faintly, I heard him mumble something about trying to be a good boyfriend.
I was quiet for a few seconds. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "Don't apologize. I'm being over-protective again."
I furrowed my eyebrows. Again. "We used to have moments like this before, didn't we?"
He nodded and pursed his lips at the road, slowing to a stop at the red light. "Yeah."
I sighed. "I love you."
He nodded, a bit distracted. "I love you too."


A week flew by, and Zoey and I had talked on the phone a few times. Harry and I drifted apart every now and again, raising alertness in the now-aware tabloids, only to have them say it was just a false alarm, we were fine.
My heart didn't feel fine.
Instead of cuddling with me in his free time, Harry was going to the gym. Yes, he had a few concerts coming up, but his actions hurt me. He stayed at the gym all day, just about everyday.
I needed someone to talk to.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed Zoey's number, hesitating over Call. What if she didn't want to hear me talk about Harry? Hell, he was all we really talked about to begin with.
She answered on the first ring.
"Hello?"
I managed a small smile at her cheery tone. "Hey. It's me."
"Hey! How are you?"
I took a shaky breath. "Not good. I..we're drifting. A lot, and it's scaring me."
I could imagine Zoey's eyebrows furrow. "But I thought he was just getting prepared for the upcoming concerts."
I looked at the sofa across from me, curling my legs up to my chest. "Yeah, but we haven't cuddled since the incident at Starbucks. He's worrying me, Zoey. All he's done all week is eat, go to the gym, eat more, and sleep."
Silence.
"Ask him on a date tonight."
I wanted to rip my hair out from stress. "I've tried, and he's just blown me off. What if he doesn't want..us anymore?" My lip quivered, but I reminded myself to stay strong enough for this phone call. "My birthday's in two days, and he hasn't even talked to me about it."
I could imagine her pursing her lips. "Do you want me to come over for your birthday? I'll talk to him, babe."
I sighed in relief. "Could you? He's always so tense when I try to talk to him alone."
"No problem. Just name the time and place, and I'll be there."
I smiled. "You're the best." I gave her the address to the house, told her to come by 1:30pm, and murmured a quick bye.
I had some planning to do, if I wanted a birthday party to happen.

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April 3rd.
My twenty-first birthday.
...I didn't feel like the birthday girl.
Sighing, I got up and got dressed. I was not going to sulk around all day, though it seemed easy enough.
I was going to the gym, and I was gonna dance.
Yeah.
A clumsy person dancing.
Sounds fun, yeah?
Yes, when you know some choreography, it's fun.

"You're good...where did you learn that?"
I looked around, my eyes landing on Harry. He must've snuck in, and considering I'd been either watching the mirror for mistakes or staring at the floor, I didn't notice him.
"YouTube. It gets kinda boring, sitting at home alone, while you spend the whole day here, you know," I mumbled, not bothering to take the bite out of my words as I stopped the music from playing on my iPod.
He grimaced. "I'm sorry, babe, I just -"
I crossed my arms. "I know, you're getting in shape for your concerts. Did you care to notice that it's my birthday today, and you've barely bothered talking to me about making plans. It hurts, Harry, it really does." A tear slid down my cheek to prove it, and I saw something break in his gaze.
He started towards me, but I backed away. "Babe.."
I grabbed my iPod and walked out. "No."
Something caught my wrist, and I looked back. "Please."
I pursed my lips. "Harry, it's been a week. You...we're drifting. Don't you dare tell me you can't feel it."
His eyes flashed for a second. "Babe, I love you. Please, don't walk out on me."
I put my free hand to my head. "You have tonight to fix it. That's it." I felt so emotionally drained that I didn't even care about the words I spit out at him.
Harry pulled me gently into his arms, wrapping them around me tightly. "I will.." he murmured, kissing the top of my head.
I pushed away gently, glancing at my watch. "I promised to meet Zoey in an hour...I need to go," I whispered, not looking back as I walked away.

---

"You just walked away?"
I took a sip of my hot cocoa. "Yes. I miss him though," I mumbled, looking at my mug.
Zoey wrapped a supporting arm around my shoulders. "Listen...I may not know a lot about love, but he cares. I see it when he looks at you."
I sighed, looking at the time. Everyone was supposed to be here in thirty minutes, and I had yet to change. "I'm gonna go get ready," I murmured, hugging her slightly. I left my mug on the coffee table and headed to my room, grabbed a set of clothes, and hopped into the shower.

---

Knock knock.
I frowned and looked towards the door. Seconds later, it burst open, revealing Louis and Eleanor, Liam and Danielle, Zayn and Perrie, and finally, Niall. My heart fell slightly when Harry didn't walk in after Niall, but I shrugged it off and hugged everyone anyway.
"Hey, Ni," I murmured, stepping into his comforting hug.
Niall smiled slightly. "Hey. He's on his way - he said he needed to pick something up."
I nodded and pulled away as Zoey walked into the room. "Hey guys, I have a friend I'd like you all to meet."
That got their attention, including Zoey's. She was watching me cautiously, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.
"This is Zoey. Zoey, this is Niall, Louis, Eleanor, Liam, Danielle, Zayn, and Perrie." (A/N: sorry, I suck at introductions lol :D)
Zoey's eyes didn't leave Niall's. Her blush deepened when he smiled, and I felt my heart ache slightly.
She glanced down, murmuring a quick, "Hi," waving her hand slightly.
At that moment, the door opened again, this time, revealing Harry. He was holding a dozen roses. Something was hidden in them, but he moved to hide it quickly before I could make it out.
Confused, I accepted his hug, shivering slightly when his lips briefly touched my neck. "I love you," he murmured, and I felt his eyelashes flutter close.
I pushed my face into his shoulder, biting my lip. "I love you too. Let's get this party going, shall we?"
He smiled, then took the roses into the kitchen and placed them in a vase next to the sink. "You don't get those until later, when everyone's gone. Okay?"
I nodded, confusion sweeping over me for a second before Harry literally swept me off my feet. A high giggle left my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, for the sake of my sanity.

Two and a half hours later, I was opening presents from everyone.
Happy birthday! ~Dani and Liam :*
A small smile formed on my lips, and I put the card down. Grabbing the bag that had come with the card, I ripped the tissue paper out, my fingers finding silky fabric.
I blinked before taking it out. Inside was a beautiful beige dress, one that probably went down to my knees. "It's beautiful," I murmured, smiling at Liam and Danielle. They gave me a small smile back while I put the dress back in its bag, setting it next to me.
That went on for about ten minutes. Dresses, shoes, makeup...basically girly things. I leaned up against Harry, since he was sitting next to me, putting my head on his chest.
He still had to make up the last week to me.
I didn't know how he would do it, but he had two hours before everyone left, and then the rest of the night.
"Cake time!"
I smiled at Niall's outburst and got up, grabbing Harry's hand and tugging him up with me. "Come on, we've got a cake to cut, Haz."
He looked nervous. "I...I can do it, babe. It's your birthday, sit back down."
I frowned, but sat down anyway as he walked into the kitchen, Niall following him close behind.


Harry's POV:


"Mate, you sure you're ready for this?"
I took a gulp from the glass of water in my hands. "I don't know," I admitted, rising a shaking hand to my face. Nervous didn't even come close to how I was feeling right now.
Niall nodded, pushing past me gently. "Where's it located at?"
I looked at the cake. The words Happy Birthday Emmy Lou smiled up at me. "It's in the o. We have to make sure she gets it, okay?"
Niall nodded, and began to carefully cut the cake. "I'll take all of them out, except Emmy's. You just take care of putting them on plates, yeah?"
I nodded, trying to calm my nerves. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the paper plates and plastic forks and began putting the cake slices on them.
Time to get this show on the road.

Ten minutes later, and I was alone in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and walked out, carrying the piece of cake I was sharing with Emmy and two forks. She was sitting on the couch where I'd left her, looking perfect.
Get your head in the game, Styles.
Taking another deep breath, I sat down next to her and hugged her to my shoulder, pressing a kiss onto her temple. I love you so much.
I'd messed up. I needed to fix it, desperately.
Emmy grabbed a fork from me, and we began digging into our cake. Thankfully, it was vanilla, so she wouldn't notice it too quickly.
Halfway through, she stopped. "Haz.." she mumbled, pulling something out of her mouth.
My heart beat sped up. Emmy looked at the ring in disbelieve, her breath whooshing out of her mouth. "Will you marry me?" I whispered, pushing hair out of her face, so I could see her expression.
Her face was blank. I could tell I'd surprised her. A small tear slid down her cheek, and she covered her mouth quickly. "Oh my God."
Everyone's head whipped around to us in an instant. My heart was beating so hard, I was afraid I'd have a heart attack. "You don't have to, if you don't want to, I just-"
Emmy cut me off by getting up and rushing to the bedroom. I followed her, confused.
"Babe..." I mumbled, turning the corner to find her curled up on the bed.
Emmy had her head in her hands. She was flinching every now and then.
Instantly, worry kicked in. "What's happening? Are you okay?" I sat down next to her and pulled her onto my lap, tucking her head in my neck.
She flinched. "Mem-memories. Too m-many.."
I nodded and pulled my phone out, dialing Niall's number.
Voice mail.
Huh. That's a first.
Sighing, I pressed my lips to her cheek. "I'll be back in a second.." I murmured, standing up.
Emmy nodded and continued to rock herself on the bed, not letting go of her head.
I ran a hand through my hair and walked out, only to find Zoey and Niall whispering to each other and laughing.
I smiled slightly. "Guys, Emmy's not feeling well...she won't be coming out again."
Everyone looked up and nodded. Zoey pursed her lips. "What's wrong?"
I ran my hand through my hair again. "She's remembering stuff. A lot of stuff."
Confusion swept across Zoey's face, but Niall pulled her away. "I'll explain in a little bit...come on."
Within minutes, the house was empty, except Emmy and I.

"Harry?"
I turned at her voice, emotions taking over me at her state. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and her eyes were red.
She'd been crying.
I made my way towards her, engulfing her tiny figure in my arms. Hers wrapped around my neck, and I felt something smooth and cold.
Slowly, I pulled her left hand down. The ring glistened up at me, and I smiled, pulling her hand up to my cheek. "I love you so much."
Emmy blushed. "Show me more. Make love to me."
My hand squeezed hers. "You're ready?"
She nodded, and I lifted her up, bringing her back into our room and shutting the door behind me.

Notes

She remembered! :D Yay! :))
lol that's as far as that part goes...no details in that department xD but y'all can guess what they do :)
Soo, that concludes my chapter :D @Sty_Pay_Hor_Lik_Son is writing the next chapter! ^-^
Whatcha think of this chappie though? :D I tried to make as cute as I could, with the seriousness in it lol xD
~Momo xx

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