Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

69: A Happy Handy Birthday

(A/N: THIGHS wide. Enjoy.)

"Harry put that thing away," I giggle, swatting blinding in his direction but never making contact, Harry's own deep giggle filling the room. "Now is not the time."

"Mia, just let it happen," he smiles down at me as if the expression possesses some magical quality that will make me do things.

Yes, I love him but that love and my love for sleep are battling it out and right now sleep trying it's pushing it's hardest to win.

I try to roll over but he stops me. "But I'm still tired."

"And I'm the birthday boy so you have to do what I say," he replies with a level of glee that I didn't know was possible this early in the morning. He leaves a chaste kiss on my lips before standing tall and throwing something at me. "Now get up, put that on, and hold a damn book."

Yep, you have that right, Harry has woken me up so that he can take my picture for the back of my book. God knows why he's so excited about doing this but it's what he wants and with how deep his dimples are he really wants to do this.

Okay, maybe his magical smiling powers do work on me.

"Harry this is yours," I hold up the fabric with one hand while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with the other.

Have I mentioned Prince isn't even up yet?

"And you'll look lovely in it," he dismisses my exhaustion to fiddle with something on his camera. "Now up you get and listen to the master. I know what I'm doing."

"You're suddenly a photographer now?"

He gives me a goofy grin before answering. "I have been known to be the subject of a photoshoot or two."

"No kidding," I frown at the obvious. "Just because you've participated in photoshoots doesn't mean you know what you're doing," I respond before I can control my rude streak.

Oh well, he's asking for it getting me up this early.

"I'm not worried, a photographers job is easy with someone as beautiful as you," he coos from across the room only making me frown deeper.

I shouldn't complain, I know that. I have found a kind and devoted man who loves me, I'm a lucky girl. So what if he wakes me up before the I've even hit the deepest part of my REM cycle.

"Hey don't frown at me, I know you were drooling over my AnOther Man shoot," he teases making me even more unwilling to get out of bed. "I know a little something about this stuff. I had a lot to do with that one."

I glare at him with hooded eyes, my body screaming at me for merely sitting up, getting myself to actually stand up and change my top an incredibly big ask.

See I'd be obliged to listen to him at a regular hour of the day but it's so early I dread to look at the clock. The sun is barely up in the sky and yet I have a newly turned 23-year-old in a pair of loose-fitting black pinstripe pants and a white forming fitting tank top, both of which I can only imagine he put on for this occasion to look more the part, pointing a camera in my direction trying to direct me in my posing.

I know it's his birthday but I hadn't anticipated this being how he wanted to spend the morning.

In my head, I had visions of Harry cuddling up behind me all twisted in the bed sheets trying to sleepily coax me into making him some breakfast in bed only to find that what I call 'breakfast in bed' is a box of cereal and a carton of milk.

Waking up at dawn and trying to look presentable was not in my plan.

"Love, come on, you said you'd do anything for me on my special day." He looks at me with those big puppy eyes, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout for extra effect. "Don't make me come in there and change you myself."