i hope you get some for your birthday harry

#25 Park Avenue (Harry Styles)

Hello! 

This is quite random. It’s a random imagine in my head. 

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“Ma’am, could I get you something?” The server asked me for the fourth time, this evening. His eyes held a look of pity as mine rimmed with tears. He was not coming after all. It had been 45 minutes of me sitting here in a beautiful dress bought specially for this occasion. I won the scholarship. I had worked my ass off. My masters were finally, settled and I wanted to celebrate it with the man I love who was clearly not showing up. The door opened countless times and, every time my heart jumped, how could he not come?

It’s been 50 minutes, now. Just tell me, if you aren’t coming.

This was my fifth message in the last half an hour, getting no response from him. I apologised to the waiter and, got out of the restaurant as my phone beeped.

I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. Enjoy.

My eyes remained glued to my screen. Enjoy? What was happening? I walked down the street with my thought revolving around the same topic. Was I not worth it? I should have known. He was never quite encouraging on me getting my scholarship. It was always, the chances are quite rare or do you feel you have all the qualifications? He was hardly positive. I had been 8 months with him and, I didn’t even realise that maybe, he didn’t really care.

Enjoy? Go fuck yourself.

I tried not breaking down into tears but, I couldn’t help it. I could’ve gone clubbing with my friends or for a movie, anything than spending an obscene amount on a stupid dress and, getting the entire house look romantic because I wanted it to be our night. I walked down the Park Avenue, blocks away from my house but, this place always had the prettiest houses. I dreamed of owning one of these. I sniffed and wiped my tears, wrapping my scarf around me.

“You know what! I don’t want anything to do with you either!” A man suddenly burst out of the house and screamed. “How fucking horrible can you be? Breakup on my fucking birthday! It’s my birthday, you asshole!” He was drunk as he now, shouted at a closed door. “This is a joke! This must be a joke! This doesn’t happen to me!” He screamed, again and fell down.

I rushed towards him and, helped him up, “Who are you?” He mumbled, annoyed.

“Are you okay?” I held his face to straighten his vision.

“My girlfriend of three years,” He indicated with his fingers, “broke up with me on my birthday.”

“Happy birthday,” I sighed.

He cried, and hugged me, “thank you.”

“Hey, it’s okay…” I combed through his hair. “Here, sit down.”

“Not on her fucking steps!” he screamed and walked off. “I’ll sit here,” He sat on the steps of the next house. I walked towards him, shaking my head. “She cheated on me! With my mate! Cheated! And, and…she couldn’t find a better day, other than my birthday to reveal it to me! My birthday is now a reminder of my ex-girlfriend!”

“It doesn’t have to be…” he looked at me like I did not understand his situation. “I mean, it’s still not over, your birthday. You could still go somewhere, party and enjoy yourself?”

“With whom?” He waited for a response while I looked around. “I’m new here. Don’t have any friends. Haven’t made any! Because I was fucking concentrating on my work to collect money and take my girlfriend out!” He screamed in her direction.

“EXCUSE ME SIR! This is a respectable community!” The man from the house whose steps we had chosen came out.

“I’m sorry! We are leaving!” I tried to calm him down. “Get up! Shouting here is no use.”

“I was drunk. Now, she has even taken that away from me. I am sober, now!” He wailed.

“Okay, walk now!” I pushed him, as the man still stood at his door expecting us to leave. We walked till the end of this street and, I looked at him. “So, I’ll be heading home. Are you okay?” I asked. He looked at me with puppy eyes.

“I don’t have anywhere to go. It’s my birthday!” He spoke, innocently.

“Umm, okay. So, I made a reservation at La Rousse for the rest of the evening. You can still go there on my name and celebrate? It’s for two and, well it is one of the most wanted places to eat in the city. You can go there?” I offered him. It didn’t work out for me, might as well work for somebody else.

“Alone?” He pouted.

“I don’t know you,” I explained.

“I don’t know anyone. I came here a month ago. This place sucks,” He wiped his tear. “Why aren’t you at your dinner?”

“Umm, it didn’t work out for me,” He gave me a look full of question. “My boyfriend didn’t turn up.”

“Today is the day for shitty partners to reveal themselves.”

“Yeah.”

“What were you celebrating?” He asked.

“Umm,” I rubbed my shoulders, “scholarship. I won a scholarship.”

“Congratulations. I’m sorry your dick head boyfriend didn’t turn up,” He sighed.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“Okay, so, I’ll go now.” He nodded and turned around. I watched him walk a few steps, shaking his head, and then, turned around. “Hey! You know what! You are right!”

“What?” I turned around.

“Why should we let our dick head partners ruin our day? It’s my birthday! You won a scholarship! These are big days!” He shouted. “I say we go to this place of reservation and celebrate!” He nodded, his head shaking continuously.

I thought about it. I had spent so much money, and collected so much, too. I wanted a good night! “Stop thinking, let’s go!” He pulled my hand and walked back into the lane.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I don’t know the way.” He looked at me. “Lead on!”

“Why did we walk back in here, then?” I giggled.

“Oh, I thought…oh. We’ll turn from there!” He pointed at the end of the road. Crossing his ex-girlfriend’s house, he picked up a stone and broke her pot.

“That was really badass,” I commented.

“Thanks. It felt like it, too!” and, I laughed running away.

We entered the restaurant, again. Looking prim and proper and, I gave my name. We had the entire evening booked and no one came here without a reservation. My server met me, again with surprise in his eyes. He gave him a dirty look and I whispered that he wasn’t the same guy and the waiter nodded.

“This is a really fancy place!” He brightened up.

“It has amazing food, actually! Well so, I have heard!” I laughed.

We ordered a bottle of champagne and made a toast. “To having better birthdays than this one!”

“To having a successful year at your new college!” He chimed. “Also, break up with your boyfriend. Men love food and, he gave this up? Leave him!”

I laughed. “I think, I did! Gosh. My friends are going to be so happy!” I sighed. We ordered food, talking about our lives and what we did. He was the Director of Marketing in a famous company. Quite young for him but, he said he worked hard to get the position. It was good talking about the same things for the first time with somebody new, somebody unknown. I was a dinner with an absolute stranger and, I like talking to him.

We walked out, tipping the server generously with the cold night sky above us. “How old are you today?”

“I am 27, today!” He laughed, kicking a few pebbles.

“I am, only 21. If we were kids, you would have had absolutely no interest in me.” I said, a bit woozy in my head.

“If you wore that dress, I would have!” He saved himself.

“It would be wrong because, I’ll be like 14 when, you’ll be 20 and, that’s just wrong.”

“You make no sense, crazy woman,” He laughed. “I am following you everywhere and, I don’t even know where I am!” He laughed as we stopped in front of my house.

“This is my house!” I introduced him. “My parents are always travelling all around the world so, they bought me a house for college. They could have paid my tuition but, no.”

“You are inviting a stranger into your house,” He giggled.

“Are you a murderer who has been pretending all this while or a rapist who just saw a beautiful girl walking down the street and threw a scene?” I asked, pulling his shirt.

“You got it right! I am both!” He gave me his evil laugh.

“Damn it! I am doomed!” I cried, letting him in.

“This looks like a place you prepared to have sex!” was his first thought.

“I did plan to get some tonight…” I sighed, all my hopes and efforts crushed.

“Me too, it’s also my birthday!”

“Happy Birthday…hey! What is your name?” I asked him. I didn’t even realise that I didn’t know his name!

“How will I murder you if I tell you my name?” He asked, bringing his face down to mine.

“I’ll be dead, anyway?” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah true, I am Harry Styles,” He kissed my lips.

“You’re supposed to shake my hand,” I kissed him back. “I’m Aviana.”

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🎈🎈🎈🎉🎉🎉 HAPPY 32nd BIRTHDAY CALVIN HARRIS!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎈🎈🎈 May your day be filled with music and chicken and xl tshirts; yeezys and camo pants and don’t forget the crazy socks! I hope you get to spend time with your boys and bae and hey maybe some floaties while your at it! A cat or two wouldn’t hurt either! I hope you have a day full of laughter and goofiness and did I mention CHEKKEN?! Happy Birthday Calvin! It’s been so lovely learning more about you this year. Fan for life over here 😘

Prom ~ Draco Malfoy

This is for a great friend on here! I’m hoping everything will be better soon! @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure   Happy B-day  AND OFC Merry Christmas! + a happy new year!

Originally posted by owlswithfins

A smile grew as you found your friends in the Gryffindor room. “Hey, guys! I missed you all!” You said as you hugged the golden trio one by one. Hermoine smiled. “Are you all excited! I can’t wait to celebrate Christmas and my birthday!” Harry smiled. After all these years this would be the last one in Hogwarts. “It’s kind of weird to think that this will be our last year here,” Harry said. “We’ve been through some much, it’s weird to think we won’t be here after this year.” 

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