Harry Styles Imagines

Happiest Birthday[1]

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When it came to birthdays, Y/n was the most competitive person ever. She enjoyed showering her loved ones with gifts, wanting nothing more than make them feel special on their special day. Now, she gave very thoughtfully, unique gifts for everybody, so when it came to her boyfriend, her favorite person in the world, every birthday of his had to top the last one. The thing was, it was difficult to buy gifts for someone who already has it all. There was no material thing the man didn't have or couldn't buy himself, so Y/n decided to make his presents. She figured that way would be more intimate.

To be completely honest, Harry loved opening the box and not seeing an expensive watch or a Gucci shirt. He was utterly enamored with his girl, so he adored anything she gave him. Their first year together, she gave him a book filled with pictures, notes, receipts, and tickets of different places they went to through that year. It meant so much to Harry how she kept every single little thing from the tickets of the movie they went to see on their first date to a picture of them that Gemma took when they went on a double date. He was so moved by it he was sure he shed some tears and was not ashamed of saying it every time someone would ask him what was that book that left its place on the coffee table of his home.

"Most thoughtful gift I've received. Cried like a baby when I opened it."

On his birthday, Y/n decided to learn how to knit. It was challenging, and she thought of giving up more than once, but once she saw Harry's flabbergasted smile as soon as he opened the gift and saw the red cardigan carefully folded, it was all worth it. He refused to take it off the rest of the night and even the day after when they went out for brunch and it was so damn hot outside but he didn't care.

Each anniversary, birthday, album release, Y/n was always there with a gift that, according to Harry, always topped the last one. That was until she ran out of ideas.

It happened when she was starting to plan what to give Harry on his birthday and she sat there for an hour and couldn't think of anything. She couldn't just go and buy him a bottle of perfume, or a shirt. Not when she knew Harry looked forward to her gifts the most.

"You could get the man a rock and he'd still think it was the best gift he's ever received." Mitch observed as his friend phased around back and forth in the room. Y/n had called him to ask him for help, not really sure why but they were close and she was desperate.

"Mitch, I need real ideas."

"Why don't you write him a song?" He shrugged. Y/n let out a laugh. "Hear me out, you're already a great writer."

"I don't know how to write wongs." She mumbled, taking a seat next to her friend.

"You write poems, right?" She nodded. "Well, it's not that different. Think about it, he's written dozens of songs about you, returning the favor would make him shit his pants." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully at Mitch but thinking about his idea. "I would help you."

"Really?"

"Sure." He shrugged, thinking it wasn't a big deal. "I could help you edit down the lyrics so it isn't too long."

"I guess writing him a song would be a cool gift." She said. "But who would sing it? I mean, if I give it to him on paper it would be just a poem."

Y/n saw Mitch do something he didn't do too often. He smiled. A wide grin spread through his face as he looked at her. "You'll sing it."

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon Y/n/n, you can sing. We've seen you after three shots of tequila."

"Shut up, Mitchell."

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