All I Ever Wanted

We woke to the savory smell of bacon being cooked. I stretched and got out of bed to brush my teeth while Harry checked his Twitter while lying in bed. I got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed where Harry still lay.

“Is that bacon really not enough to get you up?” I poked his arm.

“No, but you are.” He wagged his eyebrows. “You’re so pretty.”

I gave him a look.

“Thanks, but can we go eat?” I whined, hearing my stomach growl for the 45th time that morning.

He didn’t reply, but instead jumped out of bed and scooped me up. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and hadn’t brushed his teeth, but he carried me on his back, down the stairs to the kitchen anyways. Robin was standing over the stove, scrambling some eggs while Anne stuck a birthday candle in a pancake. They turned and giggled when they saw Harry carrying me down the stairs.

“Well, good morning you two!” Anne smiled.

“Good morning!” I chirped. Harry placed me at the table and walked over to kiss his mom on the cheek.

“Someone forgot to brush their teeth and put on some clothes.” Anne swatted him away, playfully.

“Leah, this boy will always prefer to be nude. I’ve tried clothing him for 22 years now, and it’s never worked! If you can get him to stay in anything for 24 hours, I will applaud you!” She laughed, and I joined in.

“That’s not happened yet, so hold the applause!” I giggled.

Harry rolled his eyes at the both of us.

“Where’s Gemma?” He realized she wasn’t downstairs.

“She’s not up yet.” Anne replied.

A mischievous grin played out onto Harry’s face and he nodded for me to follow him.

“Harry Edward Styles, don’t you wake that poor girl!” Anne teased. “She’s been working hard to plan Leah coming to surprise you. Let her have her rest!”

Harry dropped his head in dramatic disappointment. Robin and I swapped a look and then laughed at the mother/son quarrel.

“So, what are we up to today?” Harry asked. “Just dinner tonight with us five, right?”

Anne nodded, hiding the fact that a huge surprise party was planned for later this evening. I tried my best to play it cool. I was terrible at keeping surprises, but so far Harry had no clue. I was proud of myself.

The four of us ate breakfast and afterwards, Harry took a plate to Gemma in her room to thank her for having me surprise him. Robin and Harry went out to shop. Robin wanted to let Harry pick something out for his birthday. I stayed behind with Gemma and Anne for an afternoon of wine and Harry’s baby pictures. It was a rather fun afternoon and I bonded with Anne and Gemma. They made me feel so welcome. We swapped Harry stories, gossip, recipes, and other random conversations. It was a good girl’s day and I needed it. Harry and Robin arrived back at the house around half 3. They’d gotten lunch at a pub and stayed for drinks. Robin bought Harry several new clothing items that Harry had picked. We all sat around and talked some more until it was time to get ready for the dinner/surprise party.

“Dress fancy! We’re going someplace really nice.” Anne called out as we all dispersed to our rooms to get cleaned up for the evening.

“What about this?” I asked Harry as he stepped out of the shower.

“Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!” He gave me a seductive look as he walked out of the bathroom in his towel. “Best birthday present ever!” He kissed my forehead and ran his fingers down my burgundy mini dress, sending me into waves of giggles.

“Good, now what are you wearing?!” I looked around the room to see if he’d picked anything out yet.

“Are you really trying to dress me?” He raised one eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’re right. You can handle that.” I waved my hand, remembering how terrible I was at dressing anyone but myself, and went into the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup.

“You two look beautiful!” Anne awed as Harry and I made our way down the stairs. Gemma poked me in the side.

“Hollywood’s hottest couple, eh?” I laughed when Harry struck a pose after hearing her comment.

“Let’s get to dinner!” Robin cheered, leading the way out of the front door.

“I’m excited for this dinner!” Harry rubbed his belly. “I’m starved!” We were all cozy in Anne’s 5 person car. Gemma and I made Harry squish in the middle of the three person back seat. He was crouching due to his height. He was just a funny sight. We pulled up to The Fox and Hounds restaurant. It was super nice, and little did Harry know, all of his friends and family were waiting inside to greet him. Gemma had rented out the whole place so it was ours for the night.

We piled out of the car and made our way inside. Harry didn’t notice a thing. He reached for my hand as we walked inside the restaurant. The lights were dim and as he and I walked into the main room, all of his closest friends and family jumped out and yelled “SURPRISE, HAZZA!”

I felt him jump when it happened and I giggled. He looked at me and kissed me, then turned to Gemma, Anne, and Robin and gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Liam handed Harry a glass of champagne and a microphone.

“Thank you all for this. I can’t believe it. This is incredible. You are all incredible. Gemma, Mum, Robin, thank you! Leah, I love you! I love all of you! Thank you for all being here! This is the best birthday I could ask for!” With that he raised his glass in the air, and everyone followed.

“To Harry’s 22nd birthday!” The crowd yelled, and with that, everyone downed some champagne. Harry turned to me and kissed me again.

“Happy Birthday, baby!” I said as he pulled away. He grinned.

“There are so many people I want you to meet!” He grabbed my hand, suddenly, and whisked me away to meet family and friends. I met so many people, I couldn’t keep track – Grimmy, Ed Sheeran, the 5SOS boys, Cara Delevigne and Rita Ora (who I absolutely fan-girled over and took a picture with, and even suggested that we all three hang out).

I met tons of relatives, all of whom were so friendly. I felt as if they were my family, too. Harry’s grandpa was my favorite. He told me stories of when Harry was a kid, and when Harry pulled me away to meet some of his cousins, his grandfather told him that he couldn’t wait to be at our wedding. My heart melted and I kissed him on the cheek.

After meeting everyone Harry wanted me too, I met up with Eleanor, Emma, Perrie, Danielle, and the boys. I sat with them for most of the night, goofing off and getting drunk. Harry was back and forth all night, mingling with his guests. He was quite the host. Once the party was over at about half two in the morning, we called a driver back home. It was such an eventful night that we were both beyond exhausted, and fell asleep during a make out sesh – Harry in his suit, and I in my party dress.

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1:43 pm. Oh God I’m exhausted. And so uncomfortable.

I woke up and realized I was still fully clothed from last night’s party – Louboutins and all. I looked over to Harry, who had drool running down his chin – and noticed that he was still fully clothed too.

I really need to lay off the alcohol. Lol jk who am I kidding?

I rolled over on top of Harry so that we were stomach to stomach.

“Haaaarrrrrry!” I whispered. “Waaakey waaakey eggs and bakey!”

His eyes peeked open and once he saw me, he squeezed them shut. I sat up so that I was straddling him. I began to tickle him. He started to squirm and yell.

“Stop! Hey! Get off! That tickles!”

I giggled and finally stopped.

“You are just the sweetest girlfriend ever.” He mumbled, grabbing my waist, pulling me off of him and onto the bed next to him.

“Did you have fun last night?”

“Absolutely! Everyone loved you, especially my grandfather.” He smirked.

“I know.” I said, dramatically flipping my hair over my shoulder, grinning.

Harry rolled on top of me, tackling me with kisses. I laughed and pushed him off.

"But really, your grandpa is the sweetest person I've ever met."

Harry smiled back at me.

“So, it’s our last full day in Holmes Chapel. What do you want to do?” He grabbed a strand of my hair and began to twirl it.

I thought for a second. “I know! Put on some clothes! I have the perfect idea!”

I hopped off the bed and began to get ready. Harry sat on the bed with a confused look on his face.

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