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.


32. Troy

Harry's P.O.V

I was relieved that Dylan was okay, but I wanted to know why Alec took her away from the girls and drove off with her.

Dylan told me to gather everyone into the living room while she goes to the bathroom and puts her shopping bags away.

"All right everyone! Please come into the living room! Dylan has to tell us all something!" I yelled in the front yard. I lead the way to the living room and all of them sat down on either the couches or floor. I just stood up because I was too anxious to know what she was going to tell us.

Dylan walked into the room and all eyes went to her. "Quit staring at me! I don't like it!" She said and came over to stand next to me. I took her small hand in my large one and intertwined our fingers.

"So, I'm guessing you all want to know what happened with me and Alec..." She said, we all nodded.

"We were talking about the baby..." She admits.

My face probably drained from color because next thing I knew I had Niall getting up and asking if everything is alright. I quickly nodded and encouraged her to go on.

"He said that if it's a boy and it's his kid he wants to take care of it..." I was disappointed about it but not as much as a girl, I really wanted a girl.

"Did he say anything about a girl?" Zayn asked, I shot him a look and she opened her mouth again.

"Well I called him a stubborn dick for only wanting a boy but then he changed his mind and said he would like either one if it's his." She then locked eyes with mine.

"What did you say?" I asked, breathing faster than usual. "I said I'll have to think about it..." I looked down, "but remember what he did to you? He broke your heart Dylan! He fucking hurt you! He's a no good dead beat! He'll never be as good of a father as I would be!" I shouted everyone stared at me.

"Don't you think I know that!?" She spat. "I don't want to do this as much as you do but if it's his child then he has the right to be the other parent." She fired. I know she doesn't want to do it but she knows what's right.

"I guess you're right." I slowly walked over to an empty space on the floor and sat down. I sat there for a few seconds staring off into space.

I really want this.

"But hey, we still have 2-7 months still to find out." She explained and came over to run her fingers through my hair. I smiled at her movements and looked off to the side and saw a book with her name on it.

I crawled over to it, "what this?" I asked grabbing it.

"Oh it's nothing!" She quickly came over to me to take it out of my grasp. "It is to something! It says Dylan Marie Greene and March tenth 1995!" I pointed to the words on the book. Her face turned from a faint pink to a red.

I turned the page to see a picture of her mum's ultrasound of her, but there were two baby's in the picture. "Is this your sisters' ultrasound?" I asked her, she shook her head.

"No, it's ours..." Tears started to form in her eyes.

"Ours?" I asked, she gulped.

"That was my twin brother, Troy..." A tear fell down her cheek. She sat down and I crawled over to her, "it's okay." I cooed. I kissed her temple and she cried onto my shoulder. I looked over to see everyone but everyone was gone.

"Hey, look at me."

Her red puffy eyes looked into mine.

"What happened to Troy?" I asked.

"I, um, a few years ago...when I was about twelve or thirteen me and my brother Troy were playing around in the car and just blabbing our mouths away. My mum was on the phone and there was a red light..."

She swallowed, "My, uh, my mum didn't see the red light and went through it anyway. Next thing I remembered was that our car was rolling down the highway after a semi-truck hit us. I was screaming, mum dropped her phone, and Troy was sitting there saying nothing. He died instantly after the crash..." She whispered.

"It was all my fault...but I made it out alive. It should've been me Harry! I should've been the one that gotten killed instantly instead of Troy! He was my other half." She was sobbing now.

"Hey, it's alright... if you weren't here now you would've missed all the wonderful things on life." I tried.

"Oh, yeah! Like this can be joyful!" She said and pointed to her stomach.

"It will be the best thing that'll ever happen to you!" I smiled slightly.

"I bet Troy is very proud of you right're handling this well. Think how he'll feel when this little one will be here with us!" I smiled, and so did she.

"Well I just feel awful! I mean all I got was this tiny scar on my head and he lost his life!" She sniffled.

"What scar?" I asked, she lifted her bangs and put them to the side.

"See!" She pointed to it, I kissed it.

She smiled a small smile, "Are you feeling better?" I asked, she nodded.

I opened the book again and flipped the page. I saw two ten year olds sitting on swings smiling to the camera.

"Dyl, who's this?" I asked pointing to the picture.

"That's me and Troy..." She answered quietly.

"But in here you have brown hair..." I furrow my eyebrows.

"Yeah I see that obviously." She slightly giggled.

"So, how are you a blond?" I asked.

She sighed, "Well after the accident I had this phase I guess you could say, and I changed my hair color, the way I look, and what I liked." I stared at the picture, then at her, then the picture, then her.

"Then after I met you it seems like that phase has passed by." She admitted. I smiled.

"Well truth is I think your really pretty with your brown hair."

She nodded and looked at me, "I was sorta thinking about dying it back...."

I smiled, "that would be lovely." She smiled back and we continued to look through her old memories. I

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