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finelinevogue · 2 years ago
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birthday boy
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summary - harry’s birthday party ends up with cake frosting in his hair and your eyes
warnings: twinge of sadness but like it’s barely even there tbh, swearing, kissing, lots n lots of frosting
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pairing: fiancé!harry x reader
“Anyone need a top up?”
You were laughing with Glenne as she finished telling a funny story about her new intern. You couldn’t really hear what the story had been about, due to the obscene amount of noise in the room, but you laughed anyway.
“Yes please!” Glenne slurred, drunk on her birthday alcohol.
You were just as drunk, not because it was your birthday but because it was your fiancé’s birthday.
“Me too, please!” You held out your glass flute as the kind server poured more champagne into it, after topping up Glenne’s first.
“Me too, please!” You held out your glass flute as the kind server poured more champagne into it, after topping up Glenne’s first.
After you’d both thanked the server politely, you both returned to your conversations with each other. You’d both just needed a moment away from crowds to catch up on the evening gossip so far, so you’d come to sit on the velvet sofas in the corner of the room.
“Y/N, I have to say, you did a fabulous job on decorations this year.” Glenne cheered.
“I did?”
You looked around the room and evaluated what you had achieved. The mirrorball in the middle of the room shone a thousand diamonds down onto the dance floor, which was a black and white chessboard set up. There were fairy lights hung up around the walls. A balloon arch was in another corner of the room, where there was a rose wall behind it, for photo opportunities.
“Yeah! I love it!” Glenne looked around the room too, taking in all your hard work. “Jeff could never pull off something like this.”
It had taken you a couple of hours to set up the decorations and Harry had been all pouty that you had to leave him for so long on his birthday, but when you’d showed him what you’d been up to he fell in love with you a little bit more.
“I would’ve said neither could Harry, but something tells me he actually could.” You laughed, Glenne laughing along with you.
“Speaking of Harry… Have you two decided on a date yet?” Glenne nudged your leg with her heeled foot.
“Maybe May? I… We don’t know yet.” You sighed, shoulders slumping thinking about how you and Harry couldn’t agree on the perfect date for your wedding. “I mean, my dad can’t make any time in April, but Harry’s dad can’t make any time in June and we definitely want to be married before July, but…”
“Babe, woah, slow down. Y/N, this wedding, no matter how much you don’t want to upset anyone, is about you and Harry. It’s the one day in your life, apart from your birthday, where you get to be selfish. Take it as an opportunity to build a wedding day that you want, not anyone else.”
“Yeah you’re right.” You said so quietly not even Glenne heard.
“H’s version of a perfect wedding will be a day where you’re nothing short of perfectly happy.” Glenne shot back the rest of her champagne and placed it on the table in front of you two. “So, really, plan whatever you want.”
“Yeah” You nodded and placed your half full glass on the table too. “Alright, excuse me, I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”
“Sure.” She nodded and stood up herself, pulling down her short skirt and tottling off to find Jeff.
You walked past flurries of people, waving hello to people across the room who caught your eye. A lot of people you didn’t know, but Jeff had told you to send invites to because Harry and Glenne would know them. They were mainly Hollywood people that worked in the music industry, but there were a couple of faces you did know.
Gemma Chan was there and you made sure she knew you’d come and steal her away later for a catch up. Asif Ali was also there and you would have to go see him too, in order to bring some more smiles to your face.
After you’d finished in the toilets you walked back into the room to see a congregation in the middle of the room. Since you had organised the event and had no additional entertainment booked other than the live band, you were curious to see what was going on.
When you got to the back of the circle, trying to peer over the tall people at the back, you noticed Glenne sat on a chair with her back to Harry who was sat on another chair.
You could tell by the look in your fiancés eyes that he was very tipsy. His hair was messy on the top of his head from all the dancing around he had been doing this evening. He still hadn’t pulled you for a dance yet, but you two had been separated ever since you’d walked inside the venue. Harry was whisked away by Jeff to meet people, having a drink each time he came across someone new, and before you knew it he was dancing to Gloria Gaynor with the chief executive of Columbia.
You missed him.
When it came to events like these, even though it was actually his birthday, he was always so whisked up in the business side of it that you had to entertain yourself. It was never that Harry abandoned you, but you would rather not have to over-socialise. You put it down to your social anxiety and fear of social burnout.
“Now, a little surprise for my two best friends.” Jeff spoke into a microphone so he could be heard by everyone.
Some sensual music started playing and you automatically assumed that it was strippers. Your heart sunk at the thought of Harry having a gorgeous girl straddle him and perform intimate positions with him. It would be unkind of Jeff if he had planned something like that. Your heart lightened when you saw Jeff stand in front of Glenne and start pulling off his jacket sexily, before rounding to Harry’s side and wiggling his bum in Harry’s face. Harry’s drunk self slapped Jeff’s bum and everyone laughed. Even you.
Harry looked around the crowd, his eyes not pausing their movement until they met yours. The mischievous glint in his eyes made you wonder what he was thinking. No doubt it was something to do with wanting you as his lap dance, rather than Jeff. Jeff was doing a good job though, making everyone laugh and making his wife embarrassed that she ever married him. Luckily everyone was too drunk to care.
After Jeff buttoned his shirt back up and put his jacket on, he was handed back the microphone, nodded at you and you knew that was your queue to go and get the cake. They were sharing a cake, as they often did, so you picked it up from the kitchen with its candles and sparklers in before carrying it back carefully.
When you returned to the room, the lights went dim and the birthday tune started to play. People made way for you to squeeze through the crowd as you walked towards the birthday kids.
You smiled when Harry’s gaze caught yours. He mouthed ‘wow’ at you, but you knew he wasn’t saying it about the cake. As you stopped short in front of both Glenne and Harry, they stood together whilst people finished the song. You sang out too, looking at Harry the entire time and watched his smile remain constant as he watched you sing out.
The cake was heavy and Harry must have noticed because he picked up the side closest to him and took the weight off you slightly. As the song finished Harry and Glenne both shared the job of blowing out the candles.
Jeff helped take off the candles and sparkler to clear the cake so it was just a plain cake remaining. Harry took the opportunity to try and smash Glenne’s face into the cake, but she restrained enough to resist the force of his hand. Harry wasn’t paying attention to Jeff though and missed him coming behind him and pushed his head down into the cake, until it was too late. The side of his face and a loose curl of hair got caught up in the frosting and people cheered as he made a mess of his face.
You laughed as he stood back up and licked the frosting from the corner of his mouth, as if that was all there was to clean up. You stood still holding the cake and looking at Harry with endearment. He looked so soft and cuddly, and maybe a little delicious too.
“What are you laughing at?” Harry asked, as he lifted the strand of hair back onto his head even when it was still full of vanilla frosting.
You shook your head and laughed at him, knowing he would be a mess to clean up later. It wasn’t a second later after that thought that Harry used his own hand to push your face into the cake this time. He also pulled your head back, using your hair, so you didn’t suffocate inside the sponge. You managed to get more on your face, looking like you were wearing a face mask. So much so you couldn’t open your eyes.
“Fucking dickhead.” You muttered, but it turned into a chuckle because you were drunk and didn’t care.
Harry must have asked someone else to get a hand on the cake so it wasn’t your responsibility anymore. It wasn’t like it was very edible to anyone, considering it now had to face impressions in it.
You felt Harry take your hands, your eyes still closed from the frosting, and you could feel him guiding you through the crowds of people. His hands were warm and even though you couldn’t see whether it was him that was leading you off, you could feel it in your hands that it was Harry.
No one else's hands felt like home other than his.
His hands cupped perfectly in yours and you tailed him like a bind and lovesick puppy. His polite excuses to get through the crowd made him feel closer to you also, his voice so comforting.
When the crowd noise disappeared you assumed you must have been in a quieter room now.
“Harry where are…”
You couldn’t ask him more than that because his lips were on yours. And they were his because no one else's lips felt like home other than his. They were perfect against yours, moving over yours with such delicate precision that only came with knowing how best to kiss you. Harry knew exactly how you liked to be kissed and he was doing everything you wanted. His hands were even cupped in the right places under your jaw.
“You taste like frosting.” He chuckled.
You laughed with him, probably looking silly with frosting in your eyes. Harry had frosting in his hair though and there was no one that you’d rather be in this situation in rather than him.
“Happy birthday, H.”
“Thank you.” He said softly.
You felt Harry’s fingers wipe carefully over your eyes and relieve them of frosting. You opened your eyes carefully to watch Harry lick the frosting off his fingers with his tongue. He then brought his other finger to your lips to allow you to lick it clean, which he watched with beady eyes as you did.
“Good frosting.” You hummed in delight, knowing you had made the right call with the vanilla, not strawberry, frosting.
“Mm. Tasted better off your face.”
You laughed, hitting him softly over his ribs, “Oh, stop it you.”
“Never.” He shook his head and smiled at how he managed to make you laugh.
“I hope you had a good night tonight.”
Harry had looked like he had had a good night, but you could never be too sure until you asked him. He was very good at putting on a front, especially in show business , but with you he was nothing but honest.
“I loved it, baby, I really did. Just wish I got to spend more time with you. I mean, I love my friends and, y’know, all of them other people… but they’re not you.”
You pouted, somehow wishing you could’ve spent more time with him. You tried your hardest to finish all the decorations as quickly as possible, but you were a perfectionist so it did take longer than originally planned. As for the party itself, you couldn’t stop him from talking to people, no matter how badly you did want him all to yourself.
“Sorry.”
“No, baby, there’s nothing you need to be sorry for. Just one of those things, where too many people want my attention and yet I only want yours.” He shrugged his shoulders and he made you smile.
“You always have my attention.” You promised him, cupping his cheek softly.
“And I’ll try to give you more of mine this year. In fact, come my next birthday you’ll be sick of me.” He chuckled and stepped closer to you, not liking the 10cm of space between you.
“Could never get sick of you, H. Never.”
“Feelings mutual, lovie.”
He leant down to kiss you again, kissing your bottom lip with his and sucking on it lightly. His lips grounded you and reminded you that he was right here and he was all yours. You kissed back with force, wanting to show how much you really did love him, pushing into his lips with your own.
A minute later and your lips both raw from such loving kissing, you gave each other one last peck.
“More of that later, baby. For now, let’s go the chippy? I’m fucking starving.” Harry whined.
“Alright, birthday boy, let’s go.” And the rest of the evening was filled with chips, gravy and lots and lots of love.
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gucciwins · 2 years ago
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birthday gifts 
harry and y/n celebrate twenty-nine 
A/N: hi friends!!!!!! happy harry day! thought I'd write something for bel and harry on celebrating harry’s birthday. hope you enjoy! I love you, sweet angels. happy reading 💝
Word count: 1797
love on tour series 
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29.
Harry had spent 29 years on this beautiful earth. He had impacted thousands of lives in his short time, including yours. You sit in bed watching him sleep and pray to the stars above that you get to love him for the rest of your life. That’s all you’re asking for, and hope he loves you the same in return.
“Feel you staring at me,” he mutters, burying his face in your covered lap.
You giggle, running a hand through his soft brown hair. “Admiring you at 29.”
“That’s what you said last night.”
That is true. Harry went to bed early last night after a beautiful sold-out show, but for some reason, you were restless. You tossed and turned until Harry had enough, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kept you tucked at his side. Once the squirming was done, you traced his face with your eyes memorizing every freckle and wrinkle. “You were twenty-eight last night.”
Harry shrugs, not correcting you because he’s sure it was past midnight then. It doesn’t make a difference. He blinks his eyes open and finds you smiling down at him. “Feliz cumpleaños, mi vida,” you whisper in the quiet of the room.
He sits up, wrapping you in a giant hug. You press repeated kisses to his bare chest. “Happy Birthday, Harry. I hope all your wishes come true. I have no idea what this year has in store for you, but I want you to know that I love you. Te amo.”
You pull back when you feel his shoulders shaking. “Amor?” He’s crying, and you know he’s okay because his dimpled smile doesn’t lie to you.
“So happy you’re here, love. Thank you.” You lean and kiss Harry. Neither of you care about morning breath. You’re quick to get lost in your own world. The kiss is slow, allowing you to explore each other as if it were the first time. There’s no urgency because you have the rest of the day to enjoy each other. Harry doesn’t want to stop kissing you, but he knows you both must breathe.
“Fancy seeing my birthday suit?” He huffs out with a cheeky grin.
You roll your eyes and push him away. He pouts, but it’s quick to fade when you throw your (his) shirt, and it lands on the floor. “This is my gift to you. Now enjoy amor.”
It’s the best way to start his birthday celebrations.
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Harry was happy. He was celebrating his birthday doing what he loved with the people he loved. His family called to wish him a happy birthday, and he promised to see them all as soon as possible. He’d leave North America to settle at home for a bit before preparing to head to Australia, trying not to think about the fact that he would be away from you for longer than he’d like since you were scheduled to start filming in a month.
“Mum loved the flowers,” Harry tells you as he stares at the large bouquet of flowers you’ve sent his mum as you did the previous year. “It’s kind of you.”
“Someone has to thank her for carrying that big head of yours,” you tease as you smile at the selfie he received.
“Heeyy!” He whines.
You roll your eyes, giving him a kiss to help him forget about what you said, and like magic, the topic is long forgotten, and instead, he gets lost in kissing you. He’s always shared how intimate kissing is and how he’d kiss you forever if he could. “Love you,” he mutters against your lips.
“Dork,” you push him away, going to look for his gift.
Harry sighs, “come here, baby.”
“So needy.”
He gasps, and you can’t help but laugh at his reaction. He makes it easy to tease him, and you know he loves it.
“It’s my birthday. You have to be nice to me,” he chastises you.
You apologize, making your way back over to him and hand him his present. You go to sit next to him, but Harry makes you sit in his lap. He’s been extra clingy today, not that you mind. You love being close to him. “Mermaids,” he giggles. It’s blue wrapping paper with mermaids and different sea creatures who look like they’re swimming around. The paper reminded you of Harry, and you knew it would be perfect for the gift you had for him.
“I didn’t need a present,” he reminds you as he’s already begun to tear into the wrapping paper.
He made you promise not to get him anything extravagant. Although you loved giving grand gifts, you knew Harry didn’t need anything he couldn’t buy himself, so you did the next best thing and made him a gift. You feel your palms beginning to sweat as Harry is close to seeing the gift you made him. You place your hands on top of his, stopping him from opening the box. “Do–m-maybe you want to save it for later?”
Harry frowns, picking up on your nerves. He lets you hold his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “No matter what it is, I’m going to love it,” he promises. “Whether it’s a strawberry cake you made or socks you found at the market. I will love it because you bought it with me in mind.”
You let out a deep breath and know he’s right. “I’m going to make you your cake as soon as we’re back home.” With his schedule, there was no time to bake and decorate a cake–at least you didn’t have the time because he will have a cake for later tonight.
“I look forward to it,” he assures you. “Can I continue, baby?”
You nod, and he lifts the top of the box. There's a wrapped frame and a card waiting for him. He picks up the frame and turns it around carefully. You don’t look down at it. Instead, take in his reaction. You love taking photos. They allow you to look back at a memory. All you had left of your family were boxes of photos. Boxes of memories. You remembered a quiet night in your house with Harry photos scattered around you as you told Harry story after story. It’s one of your favorite memories. The frame opens up, displaying three images. It was a struggle to pick only three.
The first is one of you both at the beach. You’re sitting between his legs, both smiling at your phone. You managed to stand in front of you after a few failed trials. The second photo was taken during Christmas. You sat outside Anne’s home wrapped in his yellow puffer, both of you laughing at a dumb joke Harry made. You’re happy Anne was able to capture the moment. The last one was taken during your time in Italy during the new year. You set up the camera without telling Harry and captured the moment he decided to bring you in and dance with you. The photo was a bit blurry, but it captured his grin perfectly. Your love for each other was on display, loud and proud.
“For your bedside,” you whisper.
His eyes are full of tears. You didn’t think it was anything special, but it was the perfect gift for Harry. You picked out your favorite moments with him and framed them so he could see them every morning he woke up. Harry doesn’t say a word. No, instead, he leans in, slotting your lips together. The kiss tells you everything he didn’t say. Thank you. I love you. I love it.
“I love it, baby. So much,” he promises.
Harry looks down at the box and picks up the card, and you feel your throat close up. The card is a baby blue color reading “Happy Birthday” with a cake in the middle and the number “29” on top.
“Happy Birthday,” he reads. “Why thank you, Bel.”
You can’t help but laugh. Harry knows you so well he noticed that you were beginning to get lost in your head, your nerves almost getting the best of you.
“Para mi estrella.” His Spanish is good. Harry makes many things look easy. There were times when you spoke too fast you confused him, but he’s been practicing with you and Sarai. It means everything to you. “Still your rockstar.”
“Para siempre.” Always.
Harry opens the card and finds doodles of balloons and flowers. It wasn’t anything special, but you thought it’d be something he’d cherish, especially because of what you’d written inside.
Happy Birthday, mi amor.
Now, how about I be the last voice you hear at night?
And every other night
How about in the morning I be the first thing you see
And every morning after
When I wake, I want to see you staring back at me.
Now how about we add one more title to our lives:
From best friends to partners to mi corazón.
To flatmates. To housemates.
Yours, Y/N.
He doesn’t know what to think. Many emotions are running through him, but you can see the surprise clear on his face. “Baby, is this—what are you saying?”
You raise your hand and caress his cheek. He leans into your hold. “I know we’ve got a busy year ahead of us, but when I return to London, I want it to be at our place. One place we both call home.” Your life with Harry is so intertwined that you don’t want a part of you without him. “Only if you want that,” you add in a rush.
Harry laughs, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him, but this really is the best gift he could ever receive. “Baby, I have wanted this since we finished tour back in New York,” he reminds you.
“Worth the wait?” You ask.
“You will always be worth the wait.”
You believe him.
Harry stares at you as if memorizing every part of your face until he stands up with you in his lap, spinning you around. “We’re moving in together,” he yells. “Yes!!!”
“Harry,” you shriek in delight.
He settles you back down. “I love you, Bel. Thank you for the best present.”
“Doesn’t feel that big,” you try to downplay. You both know it means everything to you. There are many things to talk over, but for now, you’ll celebrate his birthday. Everything else can wait.
Harry pouts, “so you weren’t nervous to ask me?”
You pinch your fingers close together, “only a little.”
“I love you. Life with you is all I want,” he vows.
He kisses you pouring all his love into you, a reminder that you are his and he is yours. Together you are creating a beautiful life.
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becauseheartsgetbroken-hs · 2 years ago
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Sweet 29th Birthday baby 🥰
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cinemahes · 2 years ago
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IT IS THIS CUTIES BIRTHDAY !!!
it’s your 29th birthday harry! i’ve loved you ever since i’ve known you, harry and i couldn’t help it (11 years now… wow) you are so beautiful in every sense, i’m so grateful to live in the same period of time as you.
in this day i want to wish that you have a great time and it’s full of love as much as you deserve 😣💗
you are my home.
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pathetic-dreamy · 2 years ago
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Harry the second he wakes up and nobody wishes a happy birthday right away: Well happy birthday to me, because everyone forgot!
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rainbowharadise · 2 years ago
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Happy Birthday to the person who shone a light in my life so brightly, I’ve been blinded by it for nearly 13 lucky years now. I’m so unbelievably grateful for you. You saved me. You taught me it was okay to be unapologetically myself, and you have given me a source of happiness that is incomparable ☀️
Thank you for your music and every gold dust piece of your personality you have kindly shared with us all. thank you for YOU. I am just so unbelievably grateful for it all. I’ll never be able to fully express the depth of my gratitude, but for now I’ll say this:
Thank you for always getting me through. Thank you truly, for being beautifully, wonderfully, incandescently, unapologetically YOU. I’m am so unbelievably proud to support you. Here’s to you Harry. Here’s to 29 and watching you truly SHINE! 🌟🌟🌟
Here’s to a year that’s already beautifully yours. And here’s to everything yet to come. I love you absolutely bunches, and hundreds and thousands of the rainbow kind. You truly are my Favest Curly Wurly on the Planet™️ 🫶🏻 Harry Edward Styles, you honestly are one in a gazillion, so please just keep doing you 🥳😘💖💚🌈🫶🏻✨ xxx
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littlefreakkitty · 2 years ago
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To have a night or a sleepover with Harry where we paint each other's nails, listen to old songs, talk and giggle about Louis Tomlinson and watch cheesy romcoms he always talks about and sing karaoke. Is that too much to ask for?
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butterflyrry · 2 years ago
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softcherubhips · 2 years ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!🥳🥳🥳
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ysmyllove · 2 years ago
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ITS HARRYS BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY LOML
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aww look at that he ws only 16 now he's 29
HAPPY BIRTHDAYY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HARRY
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youcan-nolonger-run · 2 years ago
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Happy birthday Harry styles ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
my baby’s 29 😭😭😭🤚🤚
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chrryflavour · 2 years ago
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happy birthday to my favourite person, you're so important to me and I love you sm 💘
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voiddavis · 2 years ago
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it’s feb 1 so you know what that means…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY
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becauseheartsgetbroken-hs · 2 years ago
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Happy Birthday H 🎂 You make the world a better place. ❤️
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leeminholinoing · 2 years ago
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icanthidefrommyfamilyline · 2 years ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY <3
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you dont even know me, but you saved me, and that is why i love you so much. you deserve all the good things in the world, happy birthday 🎂❤️
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