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.


55. What?

Dylan's P.O.V

My hair is in a messy bun, I'm wearing nothing but simple yoga pants with a plain pink t-shirt. I'm so exhausted. Harry left a few hours ago and I thought I would never be able to survive the rest of this day without him. I was a bit wrong. I need to rely on myself more often...

I fed, rocked, played with, and actually changed Delilah's diaper all by myself.

Right now is her afternoon nap and luckily she didn't put up a fight and went right to sleep once I lied her down in her crib. I made myself a cup of tea, and went to the couch turning on 'Keeping up the the Kardashians.' This was one of my all time favorite shows and I'm glad I'm able to watch it right now.

I remember what I'm suppose to get in the mail today and check the mail box. I look through the envelopes.

Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Mine, Mine, Delilah? I ripped open the envelope that had her name on it.

I walked inside the house before looking at the results. I held the paper between my thumb and forefinger. I dropped the paper on the table and decided to wait for Harry to get home before I look. I quickly texted him saying to hurry and come home whenever he gets the chance. He replied quickly which surprised me and said he was on his way.

I continued watching tv and drinking my tea when I hear a door slam and someone walking in. I looked behind me to see Harry coming up to me. I smiled and he came over to give me a quick kiss on the lips. "Hey babe." I said right after.

He smiled, "how was your day? Were you ok with her alone?" He asked.

"It was fine and she was very cooperative today." I smile.

"So, what did you want me home for?"

"I have to tell you something." He came and sat down next to me with one hand on my knee. I decided to have some fun and joke with him.

"Harry....I'm...pregnant..." I said nervously.

His eyes widened. "What!? How? When? Where? Why? What!?" He was standing at this point and running his hands through his hair.

"Well...sometimes when you don't take birth control pills you can get pregnant again...I've heard about that from somewhere..." He shook his head violently.

"Really? Please tell me you're joking..." He waited for my hopeful answer.

"Yep I'm for sure pregnant." I tried holding in my burst of laughter and I was doing pretty well.

"Really?" He asked very seriously.

"No, not really." I laughed out loud so loud and hard I had tears come from my eyes.

"So you're not pregnant what so ever?" He asked me.

"Not at all. I was just playing around." I smiled and he tried not to.

"I hate you so much!" He laughed.

"Awww! I love you too!" I smiled and got up to kiss his cheek.

"Well I have something to tell you..." He said, I nodded.

"You might want to sit down for this." I was confused but sat down on the couch anyway.

"Ok, well I don't really know how to say this but..." He hesitated and looked me straight in the eyes. "But what?" I asked.

"Dylan, me and the boys were fired from Modest Management today..."

I laughed. But I looked at his face, complete seriousness was on it.

"'re...not...joking?" I asked cocking my head to the side. He shook his head no. I jumped up and put my arms around his neck.

"Oh baby how'd this happen?" I asked.

"Well management wanted some of us boys to break up with our girlfriends and we all went insane. Louis just exploded with anger and we had enough of them and now we're free agents."

"Thank you." I said faintly against his shirt.

"For what?" He asked whilst chuckling. "For sticking up for us...for staying with me." He pulled away.

"I'll never leave you, Dylan...don't ever forget that...I know I've said this a million times but it's true." I nodded and I kissed him. We pulled away and Harry licked his lips.

"I got a letter today...from the hospital..." His eyes shot open.

"And?" He asked.

"I don't know...I didn't read it yet...I was scared." He grabbed my hand and I led him to the kitchen table where I left the letter.


Harry's P.O.V

I squeezed Dylan's hand as she picked up the folded paper. She sat down across from me while I'm still standing. She looked up at me and I nodded a 'okay' for her to open it.

She took a breath and unfolded the paper slowly. I sucked in my breath as she read the paper. Her face got pale and her face showed no emotion what so ever.

I'm out.

Delilah isn't mine.

I ran over to her and rubbed the small of her back.

"It's going to be, ok." I whispered in her ear.

"I know it will be." She looked at me and handed the paper over. I read through it and this is what it said.


"To whom it may concern, We would like to tell you that the results of the father of the child 'Delilah Marie' has been given. I'm sorry to tell you that Mr. Alec Riley is not the father, but instead a Mr. Harry Styles is instead. So by law Delilah will go by the name 'Delilah Marie Styles' Thank you for your time and patience.

                 -Nurses & Doctors of Queen Elizabeth Hospital.


I dropped the paper and looked down at Dylan. She had the biggest smile of all smiles.

"You scared me!" I said picking her up out of the chair and hugged her.

She giggled. "How?" She asked.

"Because the look on your face once you read the letter. I thought it was bad news!"

She giggled again, "nope, it was very good news." I smiled and kissed her passionately. We pulled away.

"I have her birth certificate with me..." She announced.

"Want to see it?" She asked.

"Yes!" I yelled. She giggled but motioned me to be quiet.

"She's sleeping." I nodded and followed her. She handed me another paper.

It read,


Certificate of Birth

Delilah Marie Styles

5lbs 6oz


________ _________


April 27th, 2013. 10:43 pm.


"What are the lines for?" I asked confused. "Her parents signatures." She told me. I ran and grabbed a pen.

"Mums first." I handed her a pen and she smiled.

She wrote neatly: 'Dylan M. Styles'

I gave here a confused look.

"Styles?" I asked smiling.

"Well, someday I hope to be a Dylan Marie Styles."

I smiled wider. "That wish can happen give me that pen!" She giggled and gave me the pen.

I neatly wrote: 'Harry Styles' and put the pen down. We looked at each other then we heard a tiny scream.

Dylan groaned but I stopped her.

"She's my daughter, I'll take care of it." I smiled and went upstairs to see my princess awaiting.

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