Megan’s P.O.V.

My phone started buzzing on the table next to my bed and I rolled over and picked it up, eyes still groggy from sleep and mind a bit fuzzy. I had a text from Harry and I squinted at the screen to try and see the text.

From: Harry
Morning babe, I’m busy today but I want to see you tonight, come over? say five?
H xx.

I frowned slightly, wondering if Harry forgot about my Birthday, it’s really unlike him to forget about something like that, he’s usually so on top of things. I threw it off as him wanting to surprise me but I was a little depressed that he didn’t want to spend time with me till five, what was I supposed to do with myself for the whole day. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was already almost one, at least I wouldn’t have too much time to wait.

To: Harry
ok, see you at 5
Love, Megan

I sent the text and crawled out of bed, wanting to spend the day making myself absolutely perfect for Harry tonight. I found myself daydreaming while taking a shower, daydreaming about meeting Harry. It was a year ago around this time, my parents had surprised me with One Direction concert tickets for my Birthday and I went with a group of friends, sitting fairly close to the front. We made t-shirts and signs and screamed our heads off and obviously it paid off because after the show a big burly man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to follow him, handing my friends and I Meet and Greet tickets before shoving us through a door to meet One Direction. After the Meet and Greet Harry gave me a giant hug and I thought I felt him put something in my pocket so when we got out to the car I found his number, instantly calling it the next day and things just kind of happened from there. He spent a few more months traveling and talking over FaceTime but then as soon as he was finished he came straight back to me and we’ve been together since, while he’s on his break. I realized I had to have been standing in the shower for ages now so I got out and blow dried my hair, making sure it laid perfectly before going to get dressed, putting on a cute light blue dress and some matching jewelry. I heard my phone buzzing from my bed so I ran over to get it, seeing a picture message from Louis.

I opened the text and instantly started laughing, it was a sneaky picture of Harry working away in the kitchen, bowls and food spread all over their massive counter and Harry was covered in what looked like egg and flour, his curly brown hair almost white from the amount of flour in it, he had his serious thinking face on and it was probably the cutest thing I had ever seen.

From: Louis
Act surprised but this is what your walking into ;)
-Lou

To: Louis
This is adorable, I’m so excited! Thanks
-Megan

I finished getting ready and glanced at the clock a few minutes later to see that it was almost five, four thirty to be exact and I applied some make up and grabbed a bag with some clothes incase I spent the night at Harry’s and off I went. I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell about a million times before the door actually opened and Harry was standing there clean as a whistle and looking absolutely amazing in his dark skinny jeans, and button up jean colored shirt unbuttoned almost half way down, his curls perfectly sculpted on the top of his head.

“Happy Birthday baby!” he said happily opened the door and pulling me in for a bone crushing hug.

“Thanks babe but I can’t breath,” I said gripping at his upper arms and he chuckled and pulled back, giving me his amazing dimpled smile as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against mine, moving them in sync with mine, my lips parting to mold to his perfectly. His tongue caressed my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to allow him in, letting his tongue dance against mine and send shivers up and down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter, leaning up on my tippy toes to reach him feeling his arms wrap loosely around my waist, and then drop to cup and caress my bum.

“Mnmm, as much as I love snogging you I have a surprise,” he said and I smiled already playing dumb, like I had no idea.

“What kind of a surprise?” I asked as he led me through the house towards the back patio. I stepped back outside into the warm night and honestly gasped seeing the candles lit all around, a small table set for two right next to the shining blue of the pool. He walked me over watching my reaction and pulled the chair out for me, letting me slid in and then pushing me towards the table. He removed the cover on my plate and I smiled at the attempt of food on my plate. It looked like grilled chicken on a plate of brown rice with some fresh vegetable and a gravy type substance. I smiled at the plate and looked up to see him starring at me with a worried expression.

“I know it’s not the best looking, but it tastes good I promise, I made the guys try it before I served it,” he said and I chuckled and nodded.

“It looks amazing,” I said and I truly meant it but not because I was hungry and hadn't eaten since getting Louis text but because he made it and he did it just for me, that’s what made it look good.

“Your just being nice,” he said hanging his head and I reached across the small table and lifted his chin to meet my gaze, his green eyes more piercing in the candle light then I had ever seen.

“No I’m saying it because I mean it and because it’s the best Birthday present ever,” I said and he smirked his adorable side ways smirk and I watched as his eyes gleamed out of pride.

“Happy Birthday Megan,” he said taking my hand on top of the table and I smiled at him before picking up my fork and tasting the food which he was right, tasted absolutely amazing. We chatted happily through out dinner and then he cleared the plates, coming back with a small wrapped box in his hands. He placed it in front of me and sat back down across from me. I opened the box and gasped at the amazing neckless inside, an exact replica of his paper airplane neckless just a tad bigger with engraving. In teeny tiny lettering it said, ‘You’re Perfect To Me...’ I smiled and stood up walking around to him and feeling him pull me into his lap, kissing my lips tenderly, his hands sliding up and down my back, memorizing my every curve and muscle.

“Thank You Harry, it’s been an amazing Birthday,” I said just below his ear as I kissed his neck, finding his sweet spot and liking the way he squirmed and let out a soft moan.

“Your Welcome baby,” he said pulling me up and standing with me, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. He sat me down at the counter and pulled the lid off of a platter sitting on the counter to reveal a hideous looking cake that almost made me laugh out loud, but it was adorable and extremely lovely at the same time. It was poorly frosted and said Happy Birthday Megan in what looked like a child's hand writing.

“I know it’s horrid,” he said and I burst into laughter, not meaning to find it funny but all I could picture in my head was the photo that Louis sent me earlier, Harry covered in flour trying to make this small innocent cake.

“I’m sorry but it’s just so cute, your so cute,” I said and he rolled his eyes, getting two small plates out of the cupboard and a knife to cute the cake, then he got out the ice cream and put two big helpings on each plate and passed one to me, leaning towards me over the counter while he ate, watching me intently. He looked away for a second and I scooped a scoop of fronting up with my finger and reached out once he turned back and wiped it onto the tip of his nose.

“You didn’t,” he said with attitude and I chuckled and nodded, giving him my best winning smile. He reached out and before I could even process he had frosting wiped on my cheek and lips. I opened my mouth in shock and reached three fingers into my frosting and reached out wiping it straight down his face while he was trying to wipe off the frosting from his nose.

“Megan!” he whined and I burst into laughter, seeing the white frosting on his face like war paint. He walked around the counter slowly and I tore out of the stool and started running, but he was much quicker and wrapped his arms around my waist, hauling me backwards and smearing a big chunk of cake across my entire face. I squealed and tried to get free and it made him turn me, the perfect opportunity, I reached out and grabbed my piece of cake reaching back and rubbing it on his forehead and in his hair.

“Not the hair!” he yelled and it only made me laugh harder. He pressed my back into the counter and pinned me between his body and the hard counter, smearing cake all over my face and then he leaned down and pressed his frosting lips to mine and I could taste the cake on him, licking it away I kissed him back roughly, feeling his tongue lap into my mouth and then he pulled back and kissed the cake off my face, running his fingers through it and removing it from my eye. I did the same to him laughing the entire time at the cake, caked in his hair. He kissed me again, this time even more urgent and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and wrapped one leg around his waist. I felt him pressing against me raising goose bumps on my arms and butterflies in my stomach. He pulled back a few minute later and I smiled at his cake covered face.

“So how was your Birthday?” he asked with an innocent face and I chuckled and nodded.

“There’s only one thing that would make it better,” I said and he quirked an eyebrow.

“Anything for the Birthday Girl,” he said.

“A shower,” I said taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs, but then I noticed a piece of cake still in his hand and instead of a leisurely walk up the stairs, it turned into a chase to the shower. I made it into the bathroom first and before he even tore into the bathroom I had my filthy dress off and on the floor, stepping into the warm shower as he rounded the corner with a pout and a piece of cake in his hand. I stuck my tongue out at him from the shower and he threw the cake in the trash and quickly shed his clothes, a semi hard dick already starting to stand against his thigh. I couldn’t help but stare at his body, the way his tattoos sat on his skin perfectly, some lovely some silly. The way his body was toned just right, not too big but perfect. His extremely long torso and the delicious v-lines leading down to his amazingly perfect dick on his thigh.

“Your so hot,” I breathed and I watched him smirk, I was only feeding his ego. He walked forward, stepping under the water, the frosting washing out of his hair. I reached up and helped him wash the rest of the frosting from his hair and I felt his eyes starring down at my naked body, making me feel hot all over but wet at the same time. I finished rinsing out his curls and pushed them back from his face, making him step forward and kiss me hard and rough. He pushed my back into the shower wall and pressed himself into me, feeling his erection on my thigh and moaned feeling just how hard he was. I reached down between our bodies and grasped his dick in my hand, slowly starting to pump him and feeling his hips buck into my hand.

“That feels good baby,” he moaned as he kissed all over my neck, sucking in a few spots and most likely leaving small purple marks in his wake.

“God Megan your so fucking hot,” he breathed against me as I picked up the pace with my hand, flicking my wrist when I made it to the tip, he was coming undone in front of me and I was loving it almost as much as I loved his cock inside me.

“Stop babe stop,” he said grasping my hand and I noticed his trembling for the first time, obviously it felt a lot better than he was letting on. I suddenly felt his fingers working circles into my clit and I moaned gripping my hands on this shoulders and holding myself up. He removed his hand and stepped out of the shower, coming back in pumping a condom onto his member. He leaned in and kissed me hard, sliding his tongue into my mouth and letting our tongues dance and mingle against each other.

“Shit Harry I need you, inside me,” I breathed feeling his fingers sliding in and out of me in our standing positions.

“You want my cock as your last Birthday present baby?” he asked seductively and I nodded holding onto his shoulders tightly.

“Harry quit teasing already,”I begged and he chuckled and grabbed just below my ass lifting me suddenly and eliciting a squeal of surprise as he positioned me above his rock hard member and lowered me down onto it, the stretch a little much at first and then as I adjusted to the size it became more pleasurable than ever.

“Mnmmm yes Harry, move,” I moaned and he pressed my back a little harder into the wall as leverage and began to thrust in and out of me.

“God Meg your so tight, it’s so good,” he moaned as he kissed at my neck once again, leaving more marks.

“Faster Harry, please go faster,” I moaned, and Harry obliged, pounding into me at a forceful speed, making the tightness in my stomach start to form.

“Shit Megan I gotta slow down, it’s gonna make me cum,” he said slowing his thrusts but starting to thrust into me hard, hitting my g-spot with every thrust, making my hips start to shake. I reached above me and grabbed onto the top of the shower door, holding myself up for him to get a better angle and it felt like he was pounding straight into my stomach.

“Shit Harry right there, don’t stop,” I moaned loving the way it made my body feel, I leaned forward grasping his lips with mine, shoving my tongue into his mouth and feeling him suck gently before he kissed back, letting go of one of my thighs and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, kissing me deep.

“Shit Harry I’m getting close,” I moaned against his mouth and he picked up the pace again, thrusting into me roughly.

“Me too Meg, I’m close, cum with me,” he moaned against my shoulder and I moaned at his seductive words, letting him thrust as fast as he wanted, holding onto my orgasm so that I could come with him.

“I’m cumming Harry, cum for me,” I moaned feeling my walls clench around his cock.

“Shit Megan, God yes, I’m cumming!” he yelled and I rolled my head back the pleasure almost becoming too much. We both rode out our highs, him thrusting into me and me squirming my hips to give him more friction. He pulled out and let me drop back down to my feet, holding me up under my arms and started to kiss me again, his tongue gently slithering into my mouth, and gently caressing my tongue, making small moans escape my lips.

“Now was it the best Birthday?” he asked his eyes drooping lazily and I giggled and nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck and whispering into his ear.

“My Birthday’s not over yet,” I whispered and I heard him moan as he shut the water off and wrapped my legs back around his waist, carrying me to the bed and starting a second round.

Notes

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