ok this thought just came to meeee: it’s the early days of faye & harry dating and mentions that his birthday is this week and inside faye is screaming because why didn’t he tell her??? but on the outsides she’s calm and collected lol. so she bakes him a cake and maybe gets him a small gift like a sketch book/pencils or a keychain with his favorite animal or show character or of CHERRIES ?????? and she casually asks to stop by after work cause she thinks she left a hair clip at his apartment she needs but she’s actually there to spend his birthday night with him 😌
"This isn't stupid," Faye reminds herself under her breath as she enters Harry's building. "This isn't stupid. Harry is your boyfriend now. You have the right to do this. He won't mind."
Timothée is the one that answers the door. He’s holding a sketchbook in his hand, a pen tucked behind his ear that's nearly covered by his curls. “Oh. Hey!” He looks at the box of cupcakes she’s holding. “Wow. Those for me? Ha. I'm just playing."
Faye and Timmy have had the “this isn’t weird right?” talk already, so this encounter isn’t the worst.
“Hi. Um, Harry’s here, right?”
“Yeah. He’s in his room. Should I call him out?”
“Uh. Well, I guess I probably should have texted…”
Timmy smiles knowingly. “You wanna see him? You can come in.” He then glances down at her tote bag filled with a makeup bag, extra clothes, and other things.
She scratches her wrist. “If…if that’s okay. I’d just like to let him know something.”
“It shouldn't be a problem. He doesn’t have work today. Come in.”
During the 10 seconds that Faye walks in and takes her shoes off, she asks Timmy if it’s really fine that she’s here without notice at least 3 more times. He’s gathered that she plans on staying the night. The good thing is that he seems to have an infinite amount of patience. He even takes the cupcakes and sets them in the fridge.
“This is okay, right?” she whispers as they head to the rooms.
Timothée grabs her shoulders and gives her a small shake. “Hey. You’re a strong woman, yeah? No reason to be nervous.”
Faye stands taller. “Yeah.”
“You go in there and show him who’s boss!”
“Yeah!”
“You go and break his heart and stomp on his dreams, yeah?”
“Yeah! Wait, what?”
He grins. “Are you not going to go and break up with him?”
“What? No!” She gasps. “Is that what it looks like? Why would I bring cupcakes just to break up with him?” She scrambles to take her phone out. “I should text him.”
“Nah.” He snorts and then laughs. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. Hey, you’re already here so just go in. He won’t mind.”
He heads back to his own room after giving her an encouraging thumbs up, shutting the door behind him. She walks to Harry’s room slowly, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She knocks quietly.
Harry doesn’t come up to open the door. He just calls through it “Come in”. And so she does.
She steps in, nerves exploding in her stomach. He’s pulling a sweatshirt over his head in front of his closet when he sees her, curls wet from his shower, his eyes immediately lighting up. His laptop is on the bed and she can see he’s been answering emails.
Harry’s face breaks out into a smile. “Faye!” He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her. “Hi.”
She hugs him back. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here.”
“Of course it is. How are you? You look great. What’s up? Everything okay? Did Timmy let you in?”
“Yeah!” After a moment of hesitation, she gives him a quick peck.
Harry gives her a pointed look. “I’m your boyfriend now, Cherry. Give me something a little better than that please.” He puts his hand on the back of her head and pulls her back in. He kisses her again, slowly. She slides her hands up his soft sweatshirt and plays with the drawstrings. “I haven’t seen you since last week so I thought I’d surprise you.”
He chuckles. “Bet you nearly chickened out a few times.”
Her shoulders fall. “You have no clue.”
Harry takes her hands and pulls her to the bed. He tugs her until she’s sitting in his lap, his arms around her waist again. “You know, given the timing, I’m suspecting this has to do with the fact that it’s my birthday.”
“What?” she says. “No. I’m only here because I forgot something.”
“Oh yeah?” Harry twirls her hair around his finger. “What did you forget?”
“My hair pin.”
“Definitely.”
She sighs, leaning into him. “Listen. You should have told me about your birthday earlier! I had zero time to get reservations for dinner anywhere, and not to mention I had work today! This isn’t fair! Now it’s 4pm and we’ve done nothing for your birthday.”
Harry’s grinning as she complains. “Sorry.”
“You’re not sorry!”
“I’m not. Birthdays don’t have to be a whole thing, you know?”
“This is our first one!”
“Faye, I really don’t think it’s that big of a deal. We can do something over the weekend together. You’re off then, right?”
“Yeah,” she grumbles.
“So there. We’ll make a day of it.”
She frowns, playing with his drawstring again. “But today’s your real birthday so we have to do something.”
“What do you have in store for me?”
“Well, I’m staying over tonight. If you’ll let me.”
Harry grins even harder. “And where are all your things? I really hope you don’t plan on using my toothbrush. You’re cute and all, but–”
She scowls. “I left my bag outside just in case you say no and kick me out and also break up with me.”
Harry throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly. “Wow. Oh yeah, I’d totally break up with you for wanting to stay the night.”
“It was more of the whole not-letting-you-know-beforehand thing.”
“That’s what a surprise is, Faye. You know I don’t mind surprises when they have to do with you. I’d love for you to stay the night with me.”
“Good.”
His eyes sparkle when she leans down to kiss him again. He loves when she initiates the kisses, knowing how much it means to her to be confident enough to. “I also got you a present,” she mumbles against his mouth.
Harry buries his fingers in her pink hair, cradling her head as he kisses her again. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” She turns her head so he can kiss her jaw. “You didn’t give me enough time to freak out for a few days before buying you something with a leveled head, so it might not be that great of a–”
Harry cuts her off with another kiss. “I’ll love it,” he promises quietly. “Anything you give me.” He kisses the corner of her mouth. “Hey. Timothée’s going out tonight with his friends so he probably won’t be home until tomorrow. Did you plan that?”
Faye blinks. “No, but that works out very well.”
“Right.” He kisses her once more. “Faye. I’m very happy you’re here.” He kisses down her neck. She shivers, his wet curls hitting her cheek.
He flips her over, pressing her into his mattress. She laughs as he hovers above her, kissing her neck and collar, the tickling becoming too much.
When Harry’s hands start wandering under her sweater, she opens her eyes and stops him. “Wait. Can I give you the gift first? Before I chicken out?”
He pulls off. “Of course. Want me to wait here?”
“Yes, please.”
“Yeah, baby. Go on.”
Faye hurries back outside and grabs her bag, bringing it in. She carefully pulls out a wrapped gift, bringing it over to him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed looking very deliciously disheveled.
“Just to let you know,” Harry says, “if I don’t like this gift, I’m breaking up with you.”
Faye frowns. “Not funny!”
He smiles and begins to rip the wrapping paper. Faye nervously cracks her knuckles besides him, watching his eyes wander over his gift.
“Faye,” he whispers.
It’s a photograph of them taken by one of the photographers at the first show of Faye's that Harry went to. The one where Harry confessed his love. This picture is of them on stage, Harry in his suit still holding the bouquet of carnations, his hand on Faye’s cheek. She’s on her tiptoes, the smile on her face so wide, it’s unbelievable.
He remembers exactly what he was doing – wiping the glitter off her face right before he kissed her. He recalls how she was literally bouncing with adrenaline. He had to hold her still just to kiss her properly. Harry’s heart aches.
“I only saw it a few days ago,” Faye explains nervously. “Figured it would be a great memory to frame.”
“This… this is…” He looks up at her. “Thank you. Wow. Look at us. Look at you. I loved that dress on you so much.”
“You told me you loved me for the first time. I think about it everyday, Harry. I’m so happy there’s a photo of us from that night.”
He puts the frame down and brings her back to him, hugging her tightly. “I love it.” He smiles when she relaxes into his chest at the sound of the words. “This is amazing. Thank you, Cherry. Thank you.” He kisses the top of her head. “Oh, I don’t know how I’ll ever top this. You’ve made it very difficult.”
Faye’s laughter is muffled against his sweater. “You still have time. I won’t spring anything on you like you did.”
Harry lifts her head up. “I love you,” he whispers again, bending his head to kiss her once more. “Thank you.”
She smiles. “So I guess you won’t be breaking up with me tonight?”
His shoulders shake when he laughs. His thumb brushes over her cheek like in the photo. “No, baby. Not ever.”
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