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Harry Imagine: He Forgets Your Birthday


It was eleven thirty and I sat alone in my dark cold living room, sitting on the couch. I look around slowly, tears brimming in my eyes. Harry was on tour during my birthday, but he got to come home. He was supposed to be her five hours ago, and he haven’t even bothered to call. He made the plans on coming to me for my birthday almost three months before…. No. He couldn’t forget my birthday. He never would do that. Just for that reason, I decided to call him.

"Hey babe!"


"So, what’s up?"

"Harry, where are you?"

"Um, on my tour bus in Boston?"

I dropped the phone put of my hands hearing in pop onto the floor. He forget. He forget my birthday. My other half, my best friend, my boyfriend, forgot my birthday. My head felt dizzy as I dropped back onto the couch. I sat there before hearing something come out of my phone. I picked my phone up, pressing it to my ear.

"Babe, are you alright? What happened?"

"Harry, do you know what day it is?"

A salty tear burned down the right side of my cheek before falling to the ground. My heart burst at the next word coming out of Harry’s mouth.


A silence fell between us, buy I knew he was still there by the sound of his breathing, which was now starting to go faster, almost to a panic.

"Harry, today’s my birthday."

Harry stayed silent, but soon the long tone sound came, signalling that the call has ended. I threw my phone on the floor again, causing the battery to fall out of it. I curled up into the tiniest ball I could make, trying to sleep off the pain I felt.

Harry’s POV I sat there, staring at the blank wall. How could I do this? How could o forget. What’s wrong with me? Niall walked in soon after she told me so I hung up before I started to cry. She means so much to me and I just forgot her birthday. Great. I told Niall about what I done, and he insisted that I make it up to her. Two hours later I was on a flight, straight to Y/N. As soon as I got to her house, I barged in looking around frantically in the dark house. I tried to call her at least twenty times, and she never answered once. I soon find her on her couch, curled up in a ball. Her lips were slightly parted letting soft snores fall from them. I held her in my arms, slightly rocking her back and fourth. She stirred and soon woke up. “Harry?” “I’m so sorry love. I forgot your birthday and I feel awful. Please forgive me.” She looked at me and smiled slightly, the way she always does when she hates me. Or she’s tired. “I forgive you Harry.” “I will make it up to you, I promise.” “You already did.” Her lips connected with mine, but only shortly as her head fell, testing on my chest. Soft snores fall from her lips once again as I carry her up the stairs and into her he’d. I lay down next to her. She lays her head on my cheat once again. “I love you, Y/N.” And with that, I fell asleep.
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