Sweet Secrets

Happy Birthday

(A/N: sorry for any errors, I wrote this after I went to a wedding as I was running on like five hours of sleep. feedback?)

Harry's Pov:

I walked down the stairs to see Taylor standing in the kitchen. I smiled to myself and walked over. I put my arms around her waist and she leaned back into me. She sighs and turns her head towards me.

"Morning." She whispers with a smile.

"Happy birthday." I smile.

"You've said that a million times already." She giggles and turns around so I'm holding her by her waist.

"You know what else is today?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow.

"Two years, we started dating two years ago today. You showed up at my door with balloons and a home made cake. Which was awful." She laughs and beams.

"Unbelievable." I say shaking my head. I pull her into my arms and she nuzzles her head into my neck. Taylor and I technically met in November, but didn't start dating until December.

"What a great two years it's been." She mumbles and I nod.

"Best two years of my life."

"Har." She laughs and hooks her arms around my neck. I hook my arms around her neck and kiss the side of her head.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Taylor, happy birthday to you." I sing softly and she laughs slightly. She pulls out of the hug and looks directly into my eyes.

"I love you Harry." She whispers. We've only said 'I love you' like this seriously a few times. The last time we said it like that, it was ten minutes after Mila was born.

"I love you Taylor."

"You mean so much to me." She says, pulling me back into her arms. I position my arms around her back and lay my head onto her shoulder.

"You mean the world to me Taylor."I whisper and she lets out a breath.

"I wish I could stay in your arms forever, I missed this."

"Until we hear that cry, I'm all yours love."

"I'm tired but I want to spend time with you." She murmurs and sighs.

"It's okay, it is your birthday. You're allowed to go to sleep." I whisper back and she slumps into my chest. I stumble back as her weight leans onto me.

"S-sorry." She says leaning off, one hand holding my shoulder.

"Come on, Tay." I chuckle and she opens her eyes slightly.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." She answers and opens her eyes fully. I laugh and pull her back into my chest.

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Taylor's Pov:

After falling back asleep this morning, Harry and I were making plans for my birthday celebration. I'd slept only twenty minutes, so it was still before noon.

"What time are your parents coming over?" He asks, sitting on the counter with his computer in his lap. I pondered my thoughts, trying to recall the time my father told me weeks ago.

"Seven." I say looking down to the sleeping infant in my arms.

"What about you, Mila, and I go Christmas tree shopping?" He asks and I look up. The look on his face tells me that we're going to do this. That I am going to say yes, even if I don't want to. That's the ability Harry has on me.

"It'll be freezing tonight, what about Mila? She's still a baby, Haz." I mention, my voice sounding weak.

"I promise she'll be okay, we'll just pack a lot of blankets or something like that. Trust me, I wouldn't let anything happen to her."

"Har, she'll get sick."

"We'll only go for like twenty minutes, I promise."

"Okay." I sigh and scan my eyes over Harry's body. His loose t-shirt and tousled hair could drive any girl insane, epically me.

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Harry's Pov:

Taylor was walking with both hands attached to the stroller. Occasionally brushing a hand over a tree. She looked truly relaxed, happy even. Meanwhile, I was freaking out. My hands were drenched with sweat and my heart was racing.

"Babe, what about this one?" I ask pointing to the one she'd just passed by. This was the moment. I glided to my knee as she turned around. Her eyes widened as one hand left the stroller. The other hand was tightening on the stroller.

"Taylor- I know you're twenty five and I'm only twenty one. I just have to say a few things. You're my favorite person on this entire earth. I'd run anywhere in the world for you. You're the best girlfriend I've ever had, there's been a lot." I pause and she chuckles. "I've spent the past two years fascinated with you. Your music is amazing, I love being the first one to hear everything. You're so incredibly beautiful and perfect. I can't go a day without hugging you or kissing you. You're the love of my life and frankly, I really want to spend the rest of my life with you. Taylor Alison Swift, will you marry me?" I ask, holding up the ring box.

Taylor's Pov:

Harry was smiling at me as I tried to speak the words I desired to.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I wanted to scream and cry, and hug him tighter than I ever have. My closing throat was taking away my ability to speak. I felt tears went my face and Harry immediately stood and pulled me into his arms. I clung to his back like a helpless child.

"Y-yes." I choke out and he pulls out of the hug. Our lips collide, I can feel his hot breath against my lips. I hugged him tightly again, wanting to thank him for everything he's ever done for me. That would take hours and hours. I wanted to shout from the rooftops how much he meant to me. I wanted to grab him and kiss him like never before. My heart was pounding in my ears, my mind racing with a million thoughts.

"I love you so much." I breathe, and Harry tightened his grip around my back. In this moment, I could fall into his chest and all my stress would be melted away.

"I love you even more." He says, his voice raspy, sending chills up my spine.

~~~

Harry's Pov:

I walk downstairs to Taylor fiddling with her guitar, lightly singing something. I leaned against the doorframe and listened to her quietly singing. I've never seen her this focused, only on one other occasion. She'd strum a few times than pause. Then write something down and strum again. She's been doing this for at least twenty minutes. Her engagement ring was shining brightly and beautifully on her fourth finger.

"Hey." I say walking into the room and sitting into the couch.

"Hi." She mumbles, still looking down at the papers.

"How's the song?"

"I don't know, I can't finish it. This is driving me insane." She says, pulling her head up to look at me.

"Do you want some help? I can't do much but I can tell you what sounds good."

"Well I was just gonna call one of the co writers."

"Calm down Tay." I chuckle.

"You know me when I write." She sighs and bites her lower lip.

"Can you play it for me?" I ask impatiently.

"Yeah, I only have a little written." She pauses and her eyes travel across the room. "I wrote it about us, it's called Secrets."

(A/N: this is the last official chapter of Secrets. *deep breathing* I'm still trying to decide if I want to write an epilogue, should I? I'd just like to thank every single one of you for voting and commenting and supporting this story. it makes me so incredibly happy that you guys enjoy this story. I can't wipe this grin off my face right now, thank you. thank you. thank you.)