Life is Full of Surprises...


You may know her as the sassy, rock music loving girl.

Nothing else.

When her boyfriend breaks up with her for an unknown reason, a band member that she recently just met, helps her out.
Who can that one person be?

You guessed it.

Harry Styles.


40. Godmother/fathers

Dylan's P.O.V

The news of a sweet little baby girl is just overwhelming. Harry looked like he was so excited by the way he was acting. It was funny and cute at the same time and I just can't believe his wish came true. Hopefully my wish will come true...for him to be the father.

We thanked Jay for everything and walked out of the room. Harry was jumping around and shouting until we walked into the waiting room and a little boy was in a chair looking sad. At this point I could barely even stand because I was so tired but I let him go over to him. He was there for a couple minutes then he came back.

"What a nice lad.." Harry commented.

"Who was that anyway?" I yawn.

"Long story I'll explain later," he said. I nodded without replying because I was too tired. We walked out of the hospital fighting through the fans and paparazzi, we finally made it to the car.

Thank goodness!

I was about to fall asleep until I remembered names I wanted to tell him about. He loved them and he told me his, I loved his also. This will be a hard decision. I fell asleep finally until I was awakened by someone shaking me.

"Dylan, honey wake up. It's time to go inside." Harry said gently, I groaned.

"Carry me?" I whined while holding my arms out with my eyes still closed. He sighed and picked me up. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my face into the crook of it. He chuckled which made his neck vibrated. I giggled because it tickled.

Harry walked inside, "we're home!" He yelled through-out the house.

"Took you kids long enough!" Louis said running into the living room with Savannah on his back. Harry put me down and I stood up straight. I gave her a 'get-down-from-there-now-you-know-better look'

She obeyed and wiggled until Louis took the hint and put her down. We walked into the living room where everyone was crowded around the room. By everyone I mean Liam, Danielle, Zayn, Perrie, Niall, Louis, Eleanor, Alexis, and Savannah.

"Hello everyone!" I said cheerfully, then yawned.

"Congratulations!" Everyone shouted, me and Harry smiled.

"Thank you guys!" I smiled then it fell quickly.

"How did you guys know?" I asked and they held up their phones.

"You should check Twitter once in a while, hon." Niall said giggling. I shook my head trying to force back a smile.

Perrie runs up to me and Harry quickly. "So I already know that you're naming her Perrie Louise, so does that mean I can be the godmother? Please!" She begged, I laughed at her adorableness and Harry was laughing too.

"Well we're not naming her Perrie Louise," she frowned.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Only a unique girl like you can have that name! So we are not naming her Perrie, Eleanor, or Danielle!" I explained.

"Fine...but what about that godmother thing?" She asked anxiously. I looked up at Harry, he looked back at me.

"Whatever you want," he said with a shrug.

I nodded. "Okay, yes you can be the godmother!" I said smiling, El and Dani's mouths hung wide open.

"Let me finish!" I said holding up a finger. "Perrie, El, Dani, and Nicole will be the godmothers!" I smiled and they all jumped up squealing.

"I'm going to treat her like my own daughter!" Perrie squealed. I smiled, "well I hope so!" She smiled again.

"So are we god parents at all?" Zayn asked, I looked at Harry.

"Nope! I'm not letting you guys be in the same building as her ever." He winked at me, Louis's mouth gaped open.

"What do you mean Harry! I want to be apart of this kids life!" He yelled.

Harry laughed. "I was just kidding Lou! All four of you are!"

Louis relaxed a bit, "thank gosh!" He leaned back in his chair. We all laughed at him. After a while we all just sat around talking about random things and we included the twins in on everything. They were almost teenagers and pretty much know a lot of things so why not treat them like there our young friends and act like they're adults? After a while I was thinking. I'm so lucky to have all of these people supporting me and being in my life. This is my real family.

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