If Only

Chapter 19

I wake up to no Harry in the bed.

Again.

I roll my eyes and check my phone.

11:00 am

"Holy shit" I say realizing I overslept

I get up and start to look for Harry.

"Harry" I yell out

I get no response

I checked the whole house and grow frustrated

"I didnt check the kitchen" I say to myself.

He has to be there he always is.

"Harry are u playing games with me" I yell out walking to the kitchen.

I hear distant whispers.

"Hello?" I say a little scared

I grab a sword that was right by the entrance and hold it out ready to slice someone if I need to.

I turn around to make sure no one is behind me

"Suprise!" I hear.

I turn around and out of instinct I swing my sword but stop just in time

I see Carlos standing right there.

"Oh my god Carlos!" I drop my sword to run up and hug him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

I look around and see decorations and Jay, Harry, Evie, and Uma behind the counter.

My smile fades away.

"Happy birthday my love" Harry says walking towards me.

He gives me a hug

I get out of his grasp, "You guys really didnt have to do this" I say with a fake smile.

"No I mean you really didnt." I say taking off that smile.

I hate my birthday for good reasons.

1. it reminds me that my mother birthed me. I hate my mother.

2. it reminds me that my unknown father also created me.

3. It shouldn't ever be celebrated overall.

"Well I thought it would be nice since you never celebrate it, plus you turn 17 you're finally an adult" Harry says

I look around and finally wrap my head around that the fact Evie and Uma are here.

I roll my eyes and look at Harry.

I take a deep breathe in, "Thank you Harry for this" I give him a hug and a kiss.

"I'm going to go get dressed and ready for the day." I tell him

He nods his head and turns to everyone.

I cant believe they let Evie and Uma come here honestly.

Whatever I think to myself.

I knew Harry wasnt going to forget my birthday I just was hoping he would do anything for it.

I am Happy to see that Jay and Carlos are here, even if they dispise Harry. I kinda wonder how they compromised for this.

I push away my thoughts and find an outfit to put together when I see something.

It's a note next to my bag.

This was my mother's, I hope you chose to wear this -Harry

Harry doesnt really talk about his mother. She died 2 years ago. She was very sick, she was like a mother to me. She always talked about how she knows me and Harry will be together one day. She was the best.