"It's officially my nine month birthday today, you know." Harry crosses the day off his kitten calender and turns to me with a smile.

"Wow, you don't look a day over 21!"

Harry looks at me blankly.

"That's because I'm not 21." He says with the air of explaining something to a particularly slow toddler.

"I know-"

"Then why did you say-"

"Just leave it. It doesn't matter." I sigh. I reach over the counter to open the cupboard door. "So what's it gonna be for the 9-month-birthday breakfast then? Eggs and bacon? Toast and marmalade? Actually, I think we've got some of that chocolate cereal you really like at the back of the-"

I'm cut off by the sudden warmth of Harry's body behind me. My back brushes gently against his torso and his hands slip round me, his long fingers brushing across my stomach. Before I can do much more than gasp, he presses a soft kiss to my neck and wraps his arms tighter around me, leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder.

"Let's go out today." He says, rubbing his nose against my ear.

"Uh-" I suddenly seem to have lost the ability to form coherent sentences. "I have to wait in for Charlie."

Harry pulls away from me suddenly and when I turn around, the sulky pout I've come to associate with Charlie's name is painted on his face.

"Harry." I say warningly.

"Fine." He mutters. Then before he can stop himself he says, "I just don't like him, Hendrix. He likes-"

"He doesn't! Remember I told you about his girlfriend, Laura? Charlie isn't interested in me." This feels like the millionth time we've been over this. 'Look, he's just coming to pick up some coursework."

Harry's sulk lasts until Charlie actually arrives, although I try not to smile when I notice that Harry still gives me the bowl with the most cereal in and makes my coffee in my favourite mug. Harry is just wiping down the counter when Charlie arrives, juggling with several large folders. I invite him to stay for a while but he glances at Harry and mumbles something about having a lot to do.

Charlie flicks through the notes I've made, carefully extracting a few letters I carelessly threw on the coffee table this morning, before smiling over at where Harry is moodily slopping icing over his latest cake.

"That looks great man." Charlie smiles politely. He glances at the picture Harry is using as inspiration and ploughs on bravely. "Ah Harry Potter again... I remember, you're in... What's it called... Huggletruff?"

Harry gives him a withering look.

"I should probably get going." He says after an awkward pause. He shoves my notes into his bag. "Oh hey, I was going to ask if you guys wanted to come to a party on the 23rd." He smiles warmly at Harry. "There's a few of us goin-"

"We're going to a wedding that day." Harry snaps. To my mortification he doesn't even look at Charlie, choosing to stare at his fingernails instead.

"Oh. Maybe another time then mate." Charlie shrugs as his face breaks into one of its easy smiles.

"I'm not your mate." Harry mutters rudely.

"Right. Right-o then... I'll just get going." Charlie gives me a rueful smile. I follow him to the door, issuing apologies, but he cuts me off. "It's fine Rix, don't sweat it. I know he's not my biggest fan." I make several unconvincing sounds that are intended to convey that Harry actually considers Charlie amongst his closest friends, before he leaves.

When I walk back in the room Harry is on the phone to Louis. They're discussing the upcoming wedding and I sit back and watch as Harry's long fingers skillfully mold the icing on his cake as he balances the phone against his neck. Dave is extremely busy murdering one of my stray socks (I notice he never ruins Harry's).

I sit back and flick through a cake magazine, not really noticing it. Another bill arrived from the Dream Factory today, bringing the total now taken from my inheritance to 20 thousand.

I actually feel a bit sick every time I think about the amount. Last week, while feeling incredibly guilty, I changed the password on my account so that Dad can't see it anymore. I couldn't think what else to do. It's not like Dad checks it everyday, even every week, only occasionally to check that I'm getting the best interest deals and it's adding up nicely and to check that I haven't blown all of the money on one of my crazy ideas.

I'm fairly sure that he would class buying a boyfriend as one of those crazy ideas.

Although I haven't told Harry the extent of the debt, he must suspect something as he has started paying most of the rent via his cake business and despite the fact that I insist he doesn't, he also buys most of the food.

If we could just put 10 thousand back in my account then it'd all be fine.

I'm so wrapped in my thoughts that I don't notice Harry is kneeling in front of me until he brushes my hair from my forehead then runs the back of his finger down my cheek.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Come on." To my surprise he leans down and attempts to lift me into his arms.

"What are you doing?" I shriek. Harry grunts in a way that tells me I've deffo been eating too many of his cakes before hauling me into his arms and striding over to the sofa. He throws me on to it before climbing over me and laying alongside me. Harry props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me.

He reaches out with his hand to smooth my hair, drifting his hand slowly down my face until his thumb grazes gently on my lips.

"Can I ask you something?"

I nod, watching as Harry thoughtfully moistens his lips with his tongue.

"Do you ever wish that you'd gone back and got your perfectly matched embryo?"

"Not even for one second, Harry. I wouldn't swap you for the world." I say honestly.

"I sometimes wonder what he would have been like... Your proper match that is."

"I don't, I think the factory can get it wrong. It gives you what you think you want rather than what you actually want."

Harry nods and we lay together quietly for a while. I can feel the soft dull thud of his heart against my chest. He glances at me several times before he speaks shyly.

"I do love you Hendrix. More than anything else in the world."

"I love you too Harry." And because I'm lame af, I feel my eyes well up inexplicably.

Harry lowers his head to mine and kisses me gently. His soft hair brushes my face as he traces his fingertips gently across my arm then locks his fingers tightly with mine. The couch isn't really big enough to accommodate us and it only takes a gentle shift for us to fall off and send Dave screeching away. I start to laugh but Harry doesn't even break away from the kiss. I pull my lips away and press kisses to his jaw. He's got a damn fine jaw and I could honestly just kiss it forever. I trace my tongue from his jaw to his neck and he groans so deeply that I almost fucking melt right there.

His hands move to tug off my t-shirt and I realise that I actually put on a half decent bra this morning (ten points to Hufflepuff) and for once, matching knickers (a further ten points)

He shifts against me and damn that is a pretty big bulge happening in the ol' trouser department. Jeez, has he got an evain water bottle stuffed down there or something? It can't be that big.

Oh he's taking off his trousers and apparently yes. Yes, it can be that big. Well ok then.

Great. I'm finally getting funky with a dude I've been crazy about for 9 months and my mind has turned into the voiceover from Gossip Girl.

Shut up Hendrix

Harry doesn't seem to have noticed. His face has a strange wild look to it. He pulls his lips between his teeth as he looks down at me before lowering his head and pressing kisses to my exposed chest and stomach. He actually rips my bra off like The Rock or something. Not that The Rock is famous for bra ripping. Not as far as I know.

Harry kisses my neck harshly as he pushes his lean, hard body against mine.

The annoying commentary in my head is silenced as his warm skin touches mine while he kisses my neck roughly. His fingers slowly tease me and he laughs throatily against my lips as I gasp against him.

My skirt is around my hips and Harry pulls my legs up round his waist, pushes my underwear to one side and presses himself slowly into me. My legs buckle but he holds me firmly as he pushes deeply into me. He thrusts slowly, kissing me deeply with every slow movement.

His slips his hand between us and strokes at my centre until I moan, biting at his shoulder and my hips buck under him. He smiles against my lips and then catches them between his teeth sucking on them. I bring my hips up to meet his and he holds me for a second, pressing himself so deeply into me that my legs begin to shake. He's looking at me so intently that my eyes break away.

And meet Dave's.

Dave is staring at us like a hairy Simon Cowell, judging us from several feet away.

I pull away from Harry and he hesitates, looking confused. His eyes follow mine and without so much as a second thought, he grabs a pillow from behind him, swings it round and bowls it at Dave. Dave disappears with a yowl of anger.

I turn my face back to Harry's but to my surprise he's laughing, really laughing as he covers his mouth with his hand. It's not exactly sexy but I can't help but join in giggling too.

"Come on." I laugh and grab his hand, pulling him towards the bed. He stands with a lazy grin and follows me.

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AN- hope this was ok ma dudes. Dedicated to niallersprincess2096 thanks for reading xx

I'm really sorry I haven't been updating my stories, replying to comments and messages, reading updates or anything. Some of you will know that I've been planning to move abroad. After about 10 million setbacks, I'm finally going in two weeks time, so I'm just crazy busy.

I'm nervous, excited and also sad as in having to re-home my gorgeous cat who I got as a kitten and I adore so much. It's going to be so weird waking up without him curled up on the pillow 😢 But I'm excited to see what my travels bring. I'll still be on here regardless, but im not ignoring anyone, I promise and I'm grateful for everyone who reads my stories ❤️