Okay, so what if y\n forgot Harry’s bday and he feels hurt and y\n tries
to make it up to him in a non sexual way,like making him breakfast in
bed or giving him a homemade gift!
As I said, I didn’t even realize what the date was when I scheduled this one, but it’s about as close as you can get to Harry’s actual birthday (it might actually be the 1st in some places). It was a complete coincidence…I’m not clever enough to plan it.
You hadn’t meant to forget; it had kind of just happened.
You still felt as though you were trying to catch up on all the work that you had been putting off over the Christmas break, and you had celebrated with Anne and Robin and Gemma a few weeks ago back in London, so for some reason, your brain had you convinced that Harry’s birthday had already passed and today was simply another normal day.
You had gone to work early that morning, leaving a sleeping Harry in your bed and giving him nothing more than a quick kiss on the forehead before you scurried to the shower and then out the door before he was even awake.
It didn’t even cross your mind throughout the day that today was February 1st. You and Harry had been together for several birthdays by now and you knew that Harry wasn’t one to text you and be all, “Hey, remember today is my birthday.” If anything, he would try to avoid the subject as much as possible because he didn’t want anyone to make a big fuss about it.
But he still enjoyed when you made a big fuss over him; he blushed every single time you gave him a compliment and any amount of extra love – whether it be physical or simply words – always made him blush and giggle and pull you close so he could snuggle. Birthdays might not have been the biggest deal in the world to him, but he still appreciated the effort that anyone put into the day for him.
You had done nothing; you were officially the world’s worst girlfriend and you didn’t even realize it yet.
You got no texts throughout the day from him; you assumed that he was in meetings with Jeff or simply wandering around LA doing errands or doing some writing. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you not to text each other while you were both busy, unless you needed something. You hadn’t meant to stay at work as long as you had; it was well past dark by the time you finally packed up and said goodbye to your boss. You were starving, but you chose to wait until you got home to perhaps order some take out with Harry and spend the rest of the evening plopped down in his arms – perhaps in a nice bath – and talk about your day.
The house was dark when you got home and you quickly realized that Harry wasn’t around. You sighed, throwing your stuff down on the couch and flopping down on the cushion. You were still starving, but you didn’t know what time Harry would be home, so you opted to eat without him, rummaging around in the fridge until you found enough ingredients to put together an average meal that didn’t require a lot of work.
It wasn’t until you were wandering around the house with a sandwich in your hand that your eyes finally fell on something that made your heart drop. You happened to be walking by a stack of Harry’s books and papers and the edge of a calendar stuck out from the side. The first day of the month was circled in big, red pen and, although there was nothing written in the square, you immediately knew what it meant.
Today was the 1st. Today was February 1st,
and it was Harry’s birthday and you had completely forgotten and done
absolutely nothing for him.